yeah i skipped a few for now

Monsta X: the morning after your first time

Shownu:  caring papa bear is caring. He is still stunned at the thought of you completely trustng him and being intimate with him like that, it would touch his heart more than he’d let on. He definitely wouldn’t wait until you woke up to make some decent breakfast and surprise you, and he’d leap off the bed after kissing your forehead and shoulder gently.

Wonho:  he’s stuck in a trance, just staring in awe at your perfection. The way your hair sticks up in some places, hearing you groan his name or something intangible every few minutes, and the way you’re still clinging onto him. He’d rather be nowhere else, this is his haven. Gentle strokes down your arm and back will soon wake you, but he won’t say a word until you’re fully awake to give him a kiss. “Last night was like a dream…I love you, y/n”

Minhyuk:  his heart would feel like it would burst, just looking at you laying there. How can someone so innocent and perfect in every way just steal his heart like that? He feels as if he could move heaven and earth for you if you’d just open your eyes and looked at him in wonder. Ofc he’ll want to hear some kind of reassurance since he didn’t know if every thing he had done was to your liking, his ego will definitely be inflated from now on.

Kihyun:  it would still feel as if he were dreaming, being tangled up with you like that and breathing in your scent and warmth in the early morning. His lips will lazily draw figures over your skin as he closes his eyes, and he’d sigh every now and then, unable to comprehend how this is real and how he got so lucky. He’d want to make sure you weren’t hurt or felt bad anywhere. If you were keen on getting up soon, he’d want to have just a few more sloppy kisses and warm cuddles before you do.

Hyungwon:  the only thoughts running through his mind when awaking were about you regretting it, or that maybe it wasn’t satisfactory enough for you. Those thoughts would disappear soon though, bc you’re clearly still here, limbs sprawled out with his, and he can see a slight shadow of a smile on your sleepy face. He’d avoid talking about the subject to prevent him from blushing like a tomato, but you’ve already achieved that when you woke up and kissed him.

Jooheon:  there’s a part of him that reeeeeally wants to be smug and enjoy teasing you, he even had a few lines rehearsed for when you actually wake up. But…his soft and caring side will come out and he can’t help but act like a shy schoolboy around you now. “Did- did I do okay? Are you okay? Did you like everything, should I have done something different? I didn’t hurt you anywhere, yeah?”

I.M:  ahh changkyun will fall in love all over again that morning. There’s gonna be slight skip to his normal walk and it’s like he’s on cloud nine. He’d have an urge to pull you into his arms and not move for the rest of the week, but he’d want to see your face smiling up at him brightly. Everything felt perfect, as if he’s been waiting his whole life for you and to be with you, like this.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt? Kim slowly gaining her popularity back bc ever since she changed and starting being nicer to people, the general population likes her more than Amanda. So Trini is worried that she'll leave them once she's accepted again, but Kim proves that this is not the case obviously and that she'd rather be outcasts with the team than popular without them. Sorry if this doesn't make much sense. I love your writing.

A/N: Here you go! Enjoy some more Trimberly :)


After Angel Grove is destroyed, Kimberly finds that the community comes together slowly but surely to fix their little hometown. Along with that, people start to forgive. She doesn’t feel so bad walking through town because people greet her with smiles instead of scowls. She starts holding her head higher in the hallways because everyone has stopped whispering about her. And she gains back friends who were too afraid to speak to her, afraid that they’d lose their popularity much like she did.


Slowly but surely, like their little town, Kimberly rebuilds. Remodels. But there has been so many great changes that she finds it a little hard to be overly happy about her slow rise to popularity. The best change she has made is the girl that walks through the halls on Kimberly’s arm. The same girl who spent so long shoved in the background that it makes Kimberly a little sad how much time she missed. How many kisses did she lose? How many laughs and smiles did she miss out on? How many I love you’s did so go without?


“…and then I blew it up.”


Kimberly shakes herself from her thoughts as she looks to where Billy is organizing his lunch, “You blew it up?”


“How else was I supposed to get rid of it? It was taking over our back porch.” Billy huffs as he looks up at her. “You should’ve seen how big the nest was.”


“I can only imagine.” Kimberly laughs before her entire demeanor changes as she sees a familiar smile approach. “Hey, you. Where have you been?”


“Mr. Green kept droning on about our project so we were literally just freed from his nerdy clutches.” Trini grumbles as she plops down beside Kimberly.


“Hamlet?” Kimberly asks, and Trini pouts with a nod. “Mm, yeah. I’ve heard about how crazy he can get. Good luck.”


“Well, thankfully my girlfriend is a literature nerd so I’ll just force her to help me.” Trini smirks as she turns her head and glances up through thick lashes. “Right?”


“Of course.” Kimberly smiles as she begins to lean forward.


“Kim!”


Kimberly startles and glances up to see Jessica Andrews walking towards her, “Uh, hey. What’s up, Jess?”


“Please tell me you’re free tonight.”


“Uh…”


“I am having a fashion crisis and you’re like the best thrift shopper I know.” Jessica whines. “I promise I’ll buy you coffee afterwards.”


Kimberly finds herself nodding, “Sure.”


“You are a lifesaver!” Jessica squeals.


“She is insane.” Kimberly laughs as the blonde blows her a kiss and rushes away from the table. “Great. An entire evening with her crazy ass.”


“We have to train tonight.” Billy pipes in.


“I think we can skip out on one training session.” Kimberly scoffs as she pops her chip bag open.


“We?” Billy frowns.


“Trini and I.” Kimberly shrugs.


Trini looks at her with wide eyes, “Why would I miss training?”


“I was going to ditch Jess after the thrift store and take you out for dinner.” Kimberly replies as she looks to Trini. “I mean, unless you don’t want to…?”


“No. I’m just…surprised.” Trini admits, and her eyes quickly drop to the table as Kimberly frowns. “I just didn’t know if you’d want me around your friends.”


“What?” Kimberly laughs.


“They’re popular.” Trini murmurs. “I’m not.”


“So? You’re my girlfriend.” Kimberly reminds her with a slight teasing in her voice. “If I go somewhere, I’m taking my lady with me.”


“Yeah?” Trini smiles as she turns her head.


“Of course.” Kimberly whispers as she leans forward to rest their lips together. “I hope you know you matter more.”


“I know now.” Trini whispers.


-


Three weeks later, Trini doesn’t know if Kimberly really believes what she said that day in the cafeteria. Of course she is still an amazing girlfriend, but she distances herself little by little from their band of misfits. It starts with skipped movie nights, then a few forgotten family dinners, and eventually training becomes an afterthought. Trini is worried, she feels like Kimberly is slipping away and she doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on.


They’re training on a Thursday and Trini puts all her worries into her fighting. Her punches are weaker, her kicks are avoided, and one too many fake putties take her out with ease. She is so used to having Kimberly at her back that she sometimes she forgets that right now she is on her own. It isn’t till she is thrown against a wall that she snaps back to reality. The pain radiates through her body and the boys surround her with worry on their faces as they look her over.


“You’re bleeding.” Jason frowns as he looks at the two deep cuts on her shoulder and forehead. “I’m going to go get the first aid kit and patch you up.”


Zack watches as Jason hurries off with Billy at his heels, “Alright. Talk to me, crazy girl. You’re fighting like your head is a million miles in the clouds.”


“I’m fine, Zack.” Trini snaps as she attempts to sit up only to stumble back as her head spins. “Shit. Okay, so I’m not fine. But I’m fine in other aspects.”


“Yes you are.” Zack smirks.


Trini finally cracks a smile as she rolls her eyes, “Now is not the time for you to be hitting on me.”


“Better me hitting on you than you hitting a wall.” Zack shrugs. “So, are you going to tell me what’s up?”


“Maybe you can tell us all what’s up.” Jason suggests as he walks back towards them with the first aid kit. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lose focus like that.”


“I’ve got a lot on my mind…”


“You mean you have Kim on your mind? I think that’s what she means.” Billy chirps as he pops the first aid kit open. “You seem…sad.”


“I’m not sad.” Trini assures him with a wince as Jason presses a layer of gauze to her forehead. “I’m just confused. Kim said that…it just seems like she’s changed since everyone forgave her.”


“Have you maybe tried talking to her about it?” Jason asks as he accepts the alcohol pad Billy holds out.


“She’s so happy.” Trini mumbles before she tenses at the sting of alcohol. “I want her to be happy. No matter what. And having all of her old friends back makes her smile, and she seems so much lighter. It’d be fucked up for me to tell her that I’m upset about it.”


“Kim isn’t our friend anymore?” Billy demands.


“No. She’s still our friend.” Jason assures him with a small smile. “She just has a lot going on, she just needs someone to pull her head from her ass.”


Zack snorts as he works on putting bandaids on Trini’s shoulder, “What about you, jockstrap? You ever miss that part of your life?”


“Sometimes I do.” Jason admits with a slow nod. “But I know I belong with you guys, being a part of this little family is a part of my destiny. All of those people will disappear from my life as time goes on, but you guys are here to stay.”


Trini smiles at the boy, “I hope Kim sees it that way some day.”


-


Kimberly throws her head back and laughs at her friends’ as they walk out of the freshly built Krispy Kreme. Her attention is so focused on whatever Gillian Baker is saying that she barely hears Jessica mention Jason’s name; it isn’t till she looks up to see him leaning against the building across the street that she offers him a smile and wave that he doesn’t return.


“What’s his issue?” Jessica sneers.


“Not sure, guess I should go find out. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Kimberly smiles, and she is quick to cross the street and pause before her friend. “Hey, Jace.”


“You missed training. Again.” Jason frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I think that’s the fifth training session you’ve missed, Kim.”


“I’m sorry. Harper invited us out to…”


“Trini got hurt.”


The words are like ice being thrown at her, and she stares at him for a long moment to search for answers. It takes her a moment to notice the small speckles of blood on his t-shirt and she feels the air disappear around her; it’s the same feeling she got after Trini was attacked by Rita, the same ache she felt during their near death experience.


“Is she okay?” Kimberly demands.


Jason drops his arms slowly, “I mean, it wasn’t life threatening but I guess her mom took her to the hospital to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion.”


“Why didn’t anyone call me?”


“Trini didn’t want to bother you.” Jason replies. “She knew you were out with your friends, and she didn’t want you to have to drop everything for her.”


“What?” Kimberly scoffs. “She knows I would.”


“Would you?”


Kimberly jerks back at his tone and her grip tightens subtly on her coffee cup, “What are you trying to say?”


“Look, I’m not trying to be an ass,” Jason sighs. “But it kills me seeing any of you upset, and Trini is really confused on where she fits in your life.”


“What?”


Kimberly feels her heart break at his words, she was so sure Trini knew exactly where she fit. She fit in the center of Kimberly’s world, she was Kimberly’s anchor. With a shudder of a breath, her grasp finally broke through the plastic of her drink and she barely registered the burning of the coffee as it dripped down her hand.


“Kim?”


Kimberly shakes her head and backs away from him, “I need to go see Trini. I’m…thank you, Jace.”


-


By the time Trini finally gets home from the hospital, her entire body is throbbing. Her mother is gentle with her, and for a little while Trini revels in it. But then the questions start and Trini mumbles something about a shower before she disappears and slips into her bathroom. The hot water pounds down on her and the steam seems to clear her mind as she presses her hands to the wall and allows her head to drop forward. She stays until the tap turns cold and she is quick to slip out and into a fluffy towel before she patters off to her bedroom.


All she wants right now is her Batman pajamas and Golden Girls; the idea of a night by herself brings an odd sensation to her. She hasn’t had a night alone since they had found their coins that fateful night. With a sigh, Trini slips into her room and is a second away from dropping her towel before she hears someone clear their throat. A small squeak leaves her as she clutches her towel to herself and turns to see Kimberly sitting on the edge of her bed with wide eyes.


“What are you doing here?” Trini demands.


“Well, I found out my girlfriend was hurt so I wanted to come over and make sure she was okay.” Kimberly replies as she presses a hand over her eyes. “You can change.”


Trini smiles softly and rolls her eyes as she sees Kimberly make a show of peeking through her fingers, “Turn around.”


“I won’t look…”


“Turn around.” Trini repeats.


A swell of adoration bubbles deep in Trini’s stomach at Kimberly’s pout before she does as she was ordered. Trini dresses quickly and tosses her towel in her laundry basket before she moves to crawl onto her bed. As soon as her body makes contact with the mattress, a hiss of pain escapes her and Kimberly turns to face her with wide, worried eyes.


“What happened?” Kimberly whispers.


Trini shifts on the bed and scowls, “You’d know if you actually showed up for training now and then.”


“I deserve that.” Kimberly murmurs as she reaches out to sweep a strand of hair from Trini’s face. “I’m sorry, babe.”


“I’d say it’s fine, but I would be lying.” Trini mumbles as she turns her head subtly into the touch. “Billy asked us if you were still our friend.”


“What? Of course I am.” Kimberly scoffs as she drops her hand from Trini’s face. “God. Am I not allowed to have friends outside of our group? Am I only limited to talking to the four of you?”


Trini is calm as she arches an eyebrow at her girlfriend, “I don’t recall ever expressing my dislike towards you having other friends. It’s your life, Kim. Nobody can tell you what to do.”


“Well, it feels like you guys want me to choose…”


“I don’t want you to choose.” Trini cuts in as she narrows her eyes. “I just wish you’d learn how to balance it all, I wish you’d see how much the boys miss you. I wish you’d see how much I miss you.”


Kimberly softens, “You miss me?”


“Always.” Trini shrugs. “I know you’re building old friendships back, but we still exist. The four of us, we were the ones who didn’t judge you. We didn’t outcast you for one stupid mistake.”


“I just…”


“You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand. You had a completely different life before we became superheroes.” Trini shrugs. “And I understand that you miss that part of your life, and I would never ask you to just walk away from that again. I want you to be happy.”


Kimberly is silent for a long moment before her brow furrows, “Being a Power Ranger makes me happy. Billy’s excitement makes me happy. Zack’s enthusiasm for life makes me happy. Jason’s optimism makes me happy. You make me happy.”


“But so do they.” Trini whispers.


“No, they made the old me happy…and I’m not sure I can even call the old me happy. I was safe, feared.” Kimberly frowns. “It’s different with you guys, especially you. I am so happy when I’m with you guys.”


Trini tries to smother her yawn, “We’re happy when you’re with us too. But mostly me. I’m the happiest.”


“Of course.” Kimberly snorts, and Trini sees the way she scans her over. “You look exhausted, you should get some sleep.”


“Stay.” Trini orders.


Kimberly gives her that smile that melts her heart and kicks off her shoes before she joins Trini under the covers. Trini snuggles into her girlfriend and listens to steady thud of her heartbeat while gentle fingers pull through her damp locks and slowly lull her to sleep.


“I’d choose you, y’know?”


Trini blinks sleepily, “Hm?”


“If you made me choose,” Kimberly whispers as she ducks her head to press her lips to Trini’s dark locks. “I’d choose you, without a second thought.”


Trini falls asleep with a smile on her face, and holds onto the knowledge that the Kimberly wants Trini as much as Trini wants Kimberly.


-


Kimberly walks into the cafeteria and glances around the crowded room. She sees most of her friends crowded at a table across the room, and she can hear their booming laughter as they all stand over one of the football player’s and stare down at his phone; she has no doubt they’re watching some video of a freshmen being tortured by one of them.


A smile pulls at her lips as she targets her gaze at the table in the back corner. Billy is fiddling with something, his brows are furrowed and his lunch is all but forgotten. Jason is switching between reading a book and stuffing the school’s mystery meat in his face. Zack is passed out on a paper bag. And Trini is watching Billy with a fond smile while she eats her celery. Her friends, her family, look so happy and she’s never wanted to be somewhere so badly.


“Kim!” Harper calls.


Kimberly looks to her and she spares the dozens of gazes on her a smile before she crosses the cafeteria and slides into the empty seat beside Trini. She can feel the eyes on her, but all she cares about is the beam that lights up Trini’s face while the boys flash her knowing looks; it’s all that matters to her.


“Hi.” Trini hums.


Kimberly sighs adoringly and leans forward to press a soft kiss to smiling lips, “Hi, gorgeous. Miss me?”


Trini shrugs with a smug expression, “Always. Did you miss me?”


“Always.” Kimberly mocks.


As she sits with the four most important people in her world, she has never felt more right. She knows where she belongs, right here with the people that feel like home.

anonymous asked:

prompt: Yousef saw Sana looking at him talking to Noora and goes to find her.

There was a certain look in Sana’s eyes, when Yousef’s gaze met hers across the room: there was music, there were people, there was a lot of noise, yet that something in Sana’s eyes was louder than any of it. And it threw Yousef off way more than he wanted to admit. 

Yousef excused himself from Noora’s company, who seemed quite confused but still gave the boy an understanding smile when he sprung up to his feet from the couch, shooting one last apology at the blonde girl. The few moments it had taken Yousef to really notice Sana and get up from the couch, she had already gone.

“Have you seen Sana?” Yousef could hear himself asking time after time, person after person. Finally, someone told him that they had seen the girl leave the party just a few moments before.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yousef muttered under his breath, running his hand through his hair. He shot his friend a look of apology, but didn’t stick around to explain - all he did was gesture for the guys to call him, and he was gone. Out of the door, running down the steps of the stairwell, leaving the noise of crowded party behind.

When he scrambled out of the door into the cold night, it took him a while to really notice Sana: with her dark clothing, she was blending well into the twilight of the night. And she was walking away. “Sana!”

Upon hearing Yousef’s breathless voice, she stopped walking but didn’t turn around to face him. 

“What?” It took Sana a few seconds to answer, her voice steady and unaffected by what she had seen - either she truly didn’t care, or she was a great actress; Yousef guessed on the latter.

“You okay?” The boy asked Sana, who still hadn’t bothered to actually turn around and face him: all she did was stand still, her shoulders tense. It was clear that she was battling wether to leave or stay. Moment after moment passed, and Sana finally turned around; her face an emotionless mask, all the warmth from her dark eyes gone. 

Sana rolled her eyes in frustration. “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s just the party, it was crowded and loud and I wasn’t really keen.”

It wasn’t hard to know that she was lying. Yousef tilted his head to the right and ran his hand through his hair, not sure what to answer to the girl. Sana was clearly bothered, and he knew it wasn’t about the crowd - she dealt with drunken crowds often, and Yousef doubted that it really bothered her that much.

“You saw me talking to Noora.” It wasn’t a question but a mere conclusion: there was no question or doubt in his voice, just a calm tone of certainty that made Sana shrug.

“I don’t care who you talk to,” Sana lied, fiddling with the sleeve of her shirt in a nervous manner. “It’s none of my business.”

Again, Sana’s eyes met his: her gaze was colder, harder than what he was used to - she was like a different person from the girl who had smiled at him in the tram just a few hours ago. And it really bothered Yousef.

“Well, for whatever it’s worth, even if you don’t care… It’s nothing. Noora’s nothing but a friend, and she’s a great one to you, you know. All we talked about was you.”

The words had a visible effect on Sana: Yousef could see her mask breaking when surprise took over her features. She raised her eyebrows. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” Yousef confirmed, shivering when he felt wind brush over him and through his jacket. “It’s nothing else, Sana.”

And when Sana heard Yousef say her name in that way, breathless and desperate to make her understand, she smiled and took a few steps closer to the older boy. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Yousef asked, raising his eyebrows in question. “Does that mean that you wanna go back in there or?”

Sana shook her head and said: “No I… It was getting kind of boring anyway. I think I’m gonna go home.”

Yousef looked almost disappointed as he looked at Sana, tilting his head to the right again in a way that made the corners of Sana’s mouth twitch upwards.

“Well can I at least walk you home? You know… Just in case you get lost?” Yousef asked in a serious manner - but with a hint of humor toward the end of his proposition -, and Sana had to hold back laughter because she really couldn’t figure out if he was serious or not.

“Walk me home?” Sana asked. “You do know that I live, like, really far away? We didn’t take the tram here just for fun.”

“Fuck yeah I wanna walk you home. I’d take a few hours with you over a party any day,” Yousef said with mischievous smirk that made his entire face light up in a rascal way that somehow made Sana’s heart skip a beat or two. “Come on now, what’s a Friday-night without a little adventure across the city?” 

He left Sana kind of speechless: she just stood there, looking at him, trying to figure whether this guy was crazy or not. Yousef’s smirk grew wider. 

“Fine.” Sana answered, and Yousef smiled so bright she couldn’t help herself from laughing.

Goldilocks || 04

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: dry humping, breast play

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 3.9k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“If you guys are done making butt jokes I’d really like to watch this movie.”

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. Yeah so imma just leave this here and run. No EOPQ, but feedback is appreciated and depending on the reaction, I might be a hoe and drop 05 tomorrow. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that. NOW I’M GONNA RUN BYE~~

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Taehyung has always loved boobs.

It has become apparent over the past few years of your close friendship that it isn’t even a sexual thing sometimes. He simply loves boobs. Perky, droopy, big, small, even man-boobs. He’s explained several times that “they’re just like, really comfy, okay?”

The sad thing is, you can completely believe him, and this is one of the main reasons why you choose to cross your arms when he begins pleading, unabashed as Jungkook and Jimin look on.

“Baby, just come cuddle with me,” Taehyung laughs, gesturing in a pitiful attempt to persuade you to join him, speaking loudly to be heard above both the pouring rain outside and the dialogue of the movie.

“Go take care of your boner first,” you retort.

Taehyung’s lips slip into an easy, suggestive smile, “Wanna help me with that? Or should I say… give me a hand?”

You stifle a laugh, “The only hand I’ll be giving you is my entire fist up your ass.”

“Damn baby, that’s a bit much. Can’t we just start with a finger?”

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// requested by anonymous:  HI U R SUCH A GOOD WRITER I CRY okay could u possibly do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader has a crush on Peter but she doesn’t know if he likes her and she used to have an eating disorder & one day they’re @ a party and her drunk friend says something about her not eating today or something and Peter overhears and takes her aside and asks if she’s okay and like comforts her idkIDK like maybe angst at first but then super cute by the end IDK THANKS SO MUCH ILY

// a/n: oml i feel so loved, thank you so much for the praise!! i’m so, so sorry this took so long to get up, i had a massive, unshakable case of writer’s block. i hope i did okay… it’s sort of cheesy but hopefully you’ll like it anyway. thanks for the request and the love <3 enjoy!!

// character: peter parker/spiderman

// pairing: peter x reader

// summary: “your heart’s never soared this high and you think he might just be the person to fix you.”


It’s past curfew on a Friday night, and this is exactly the sort of situation you’ve been told to stay away from.

The party seems like something straight out of a cliche high school romance flick, with red solo cups littering the floor and hormonal teenagers pressed against each other in the corners, lips locked together and hands roaming each others’ bodies.

Your senses feel dulled by the constant, heavy thrum of the bass blasting through the speakers and the strong reek of alcohol that seems to have settled into the air. Still, you haven’t been to a party since–well, since before everything that happened last year, and Becca has vehemently assured you that the awkwardly clingy black top you dug out of her closet makes you look “like a total catch”.

So part of you thinks that having a little fun might not be such a bad idea.

You destroy your opponents through a few rounds of beer pong, expertly avoid a game of seven minutes in heaven before one of your friends can drag you in, fail fantastically at pool and spend a lot of the night mingling and swaying to the music.

It’s a little past midnight when Becca stumbles into you, a ditsy smile plastered on her face and her eyes clouded with insobriety.

“Hi,” she mumbles giddily as she pitches forward and you hastily grab her shoulders to keep her from spilling to the ground in a heap.

You chuckle a little. “How much did you have to drink?” you say loudly, trying to make your voice heard over the pounding music.

A crease forms between her brows and she shrugs. “I dunno,” she grins. “A lot.”

With a mixture of exasperation and fondness, you sigh and set her on the couch. “God, you are going to have such a hangover tomorrow. Promise me you’ll let me drive you home?”

She nods, but you know she’s not really listening when her eyes glance in the other direction and she says in what you think is supposed to be a quiet voice, “He’s staring at you.”

Your eyes follow her gaze to a familiar brown-haired boy in a Star Wars t-shirt, who quickly looks away to observe a nearby game of pool. “Who, Peter?” You laugh a little, but a hot blush creeps up on your cheeks and you duck your head. “Yeah right. Like he’d be staring at me.”

Your best friend’s gaze swivels from him to you and back. “You should tell him,” she declares.

“Say it a little louder, would you?” you hiss sarcastically. “I don’t think they heard you in Jersey.”

She laughs. “I’m serious,” she says, though it’s in a hushed whisper this time as she pulls you closer by the arm. “You’ve liked him for forever. And judging by the way he’s looking at you in that outfit,” her voice dips into a sing-song tone as she slurs, “he likes you too.

Rolling your eyes, you shove her shoulder gently. “Shut up, Bea, you know he doesn’t think of me that way.” you huff, and a smirk crosses her face as she stands abruptly.

“Whatever you say. I’m gonna grab some food,” she says, stretching. “You want anything?”

You shake your head, but she pouts. “Y/N, you skipped lunch, too,” she protests.

“Yeah, because I had to make up that test for Mr. Dewar. I ate after school,” you explain. You’re not lying; you don’t do that anymore. You’re better now. Or at least, you’re trying.

But Becca, drunk, doesn’t seem to see it that way. “Are you trying to stop eating again?” She makes a poor attempt at a whisper. “Because you know it’s not good for you.” She sounds like a scolding parent, and a few pairs of eyes around the room drift over to you.

Stop staring, you plead mentally, your insides squirming under their gazes. “Bea,” you say through gritted teeth, “I’m fine, okay? Drop it.”

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself!” She’s loud. Too loud. Heads swivel in your direction.

People are looking at you. Everyone’s looking at you. I’m fine, you want to scream. It’s over. Nothing’s wrong with me.

But their eyes linger.

You feel like it’s freshman year all over again, and you’re collapsing on the gym floor and the nurse is bending over you and saying something about malnourishment and everyone is staring at you and you can’t breathe. And suddenly, you’re back to being the object of gossip and stolen glances and whispers in the hallway when they think you aren’t listening– she’s that anorexic girl, the one who was fat until she starved herself.

You have to remind yourself that you’re here and not there, that this is a party and you’re supposed to be having fun but instead you’re trying to remember how you’re supposed to breathe.

In, out. In, out.

Right. Easy.

So why can’t you seem to catch a breath?

It takes you a minute to realize that your hands are shaking and that Becca’s still talking, although you aren’t really listening anymore.

You mutter some excuse and slip out of the room; she tries to call out to you but you can’t seem to get to the back door fast enough.

The grass is wet. The air is humid and cool and heavy with the smell of rain, the sharp contrast to the heat inside hitting you as you step into the yard, tugging at the sleeves of your jacket and trying to shove the taste of bile back down your throat.

The smell of alcohol lingers on your clothes and you can still feel the bass from inside; you wonder for a moment what you’re doing here, when a book and a warm blanket seems like such a nice alternative.

Oh right, you think to yourself. I was trying to be normal, for one night.

Normal. You’ve spent the last eight months trying to get back there. Talking to doctors, therapists, guidance counselors, anyone who thinks they can help. You remember the before picture of it all, when you were scared and angry and you hated yourself, and now you feel the exact same way and you think that maybe you haven’t come all that far.

“Why did you do it?” the counselor asks, sincere concern lacing her words. “You have such a beautiful body, can’t you see that?”

You try to laugh, but think you might cry instead as you looked up at her. “Have you ever been to high school?”

She gives you the look, the one you’ve come to know all-too-well, that mixture of pity and disappointment that seems to be etched on everyone’s faces these days. You want to tell her to stop, that you don’t want her pity, that you might feel a lot better if everyone would just quit looking at you that way–

“–re you okay?”

Surprised, your head snaps towards him immediately. You didn’t even notice him come out. But Peter’s standing there, concern in those deep brown eyes and one hand running through his brown hair nervously.

You open your mouth, tempted to say you’re fine, that there’s nothing for him to worry about. But as you look at him, you feel a bit of your resolve wear away. At first, you’re not sure why, but then, you think, it’s Peter, the geeky science nerd you’ve known for years, exchanging study guides and making cheesy science jokes from the back of the classroom and maybe falling a little in love along the way. It’s Peter, so instead of lying you shake your head. “Not really, no,” you breathe.

“You’re not…are you still…” he trails, like he doesn’t quite know how to phrase the question.

Your choice of words, however, is more blunt. “I’m not starving myself anymore, if that’s what you mean. I haven’t done that in a long time.”

Peter looks at you for a long time, as though trying to figure out whether or not you’re lying, and then gives you a slow nod as he leans against the wall next to you. “What happened in there?” he asks quietly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Nothing.” You drop your gaze, refusing to meet his eyes. If you do, you think you might break into tears.

“Y/N, you can talk to me.”

Sighing slowly, you glare at the ground. “I just…I couldn’t breathe. I–everyone was staring at us. I didn’t want to-to stay in there and let them gawk at me like I was some animal in a zoo. Like I was some…” you grit your teeth, voice shaking, “some beast that they were looking at through glass.”

He hesitates, and then, sounding shocked, “Is that how you feel?”

Part of you wishes he would leave, so he wouldn’t see you cry. “That’s how I’ve always felt, Peter. Why–” You shudder as your voice breaks. “Why do you think I did this?” You look up at him, blinking tears out of bloodshot eyes. Slowly, you sink into the grass, ignoring the fact that the rainwater is seeping through your tights, and draw your knees to your chest.

He doesn’t say anything, just kneels next to you and holds you in his arms when you finally break into shaking sobs, your breath stuttering as you try to hold them back. But you don’t think there’s any part of you that can fight it anymore, and the tears just fall in a torrent of frustration that you haven’t let go of in far too long. The saltwater streaks down your face and soaks his hoodie, and he runs his fingers through your hair, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup when the sobs finally slow, your voice muffled by his body.

Peter shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs. “You don’t deserve to feel this way.”

“Maybe I do.”

“You don’t.” His voice is insistent as he cups your cheek with his hands. “You don’t deserve this. You’re beautiful.”

He sounds…honest. You meet his eyes, and sincerity is all you can see. Something inside of you swells. “I haven’t…no one’s ever said that to me.”

“They should.” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t hold just anyone as their tears totally soak my favorite shirt, you know,” he teases.

A watery chuckle escapes your lips, and he grins, looking a little proud of himself.

“I guess it’s a good thing I wore waterproof mascara,” you joke, wiping the wet tracks away from your face with a sleeve and sniffling. It earns you a laugh.

“Do you…want me to walk you home?” he offers as you pick yourself off the ground.

You shake your head. “I think I’ll stay a while. Someone’s got to keep Becca from making a total fool out of herself,” you say, taking a deep breath to compose yourself and then starting to walk towards the party.

He chuckles. “I’ll stay for a while, too, then. But, uh, Y/N? One more thing.”

“Yeah?” You turn around.

A flash of nerves crosses his face before his hand wraps around your waist, the other one resting in your hair, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet and his lips taste better than anything you’ve ever forced yourself not to eat, and it’s Peter and your heart’s never soared this high and you think he might just be the person to fix you.

ten easy steps to formulate a strong scholarship essay

as i enter into my first year of graduate school, i figured it was finally time to tap into all this free internet money folks kept saying exists. writing essays is easy, right? we do it all the time in academic settings, why not try to get paid for it…??


before you get to writing it’s important to actually find some scholarships. here’s an excellently organized post by @jesussbabymomma that covers multiple databases. got some? great. let’s get to work.


     >> the way i organize a scholarship essay is breaking it down to individual tasks [makes the whole situation far less daunting]; i top each task list with the scholarship name and the due date  <<

1. the easiest way to start is to specify the requirements of your scholarship essay. go straight to the source, copy-paste the directions, write them down, put em somewhere you can continually look back on. is it a personal statement? are they expecting you to present knowledge on a certain subject? do they just want you to talk about how worthy you are of free money? asking your educated opinion on a topical issue? whatever it is, know it in and out. the actual worst thing is putting hella time into a scholarship essay only to realize you misunderstood the directions.

2. if this essay requires you to write expertly on something you know nothing about, gather your sources. tap into those databases you’ve used for research papers in academia [or google scholar is always a great free resource]. hone in on that subject and get to searching.

3. as you find usable sources, begin to create an essay outline. mine tend to be pretty lengthy and detailed.. by all means use an outline style that fits your needs. there’s a few different components to this step; i handle this pretty much the same way i would a regular research paper..

  • solidify your argument; (if there is an argument you need to make); i’ve found delving into my new-found sources helps me sort of figure out my stance along the way. look at all sides of the issue, bring them up in your essay, impress them with your ability to think critically. you got it, superstar.
  • consolidate sources; i will often paste links right in my outline. i then copy the specific quotes from the source and place them exactly where i want to use them in my argument. this helps so i don’t have to go fishing later.
  • gain understanding of the content; it’s.. it’s pretty important to know what it is you’re writing about.

4. after your outline is created, take a detour and write the works cited [bibliography, reference page, get-out-of-plagiarism-free card]; you certainly don’t have to do this step here.. i know some people like to wait until the end. i just think it’s good to get out of my head a little bit… put the critical-argument-creating/ stream-of-consciousness-writing on hold and do some good old-fashioned citing.

5. at this point you’re likely ready to begin the first draft. which in my case is essentially is taking the bullet points out of my outline and changing the font to something that may even look like it’s work the thousands of dollars i’m hoping to receive.

6. if you’re anything like me, this next step is the hardest.. proofread && DEDUCE. we’ve developed this amazing skill of cranking out ten-page papers… but now we’re being asked to operate within a 500-1000 word parameter. (sometimes less?!? like some have 140 characters yeah uhm okay). here i take out any extraneous adjectives and run-on sentences. i blame the lack of brevity on my degree in the humanities sector.

7. once you get sick of reading your own work, find friends to edit. peer reviewing is certainly worth the shot at deduced tuition. when i’m crunched for time, this is the step i skip.. but i always feel more comfortable submitting something i wrote that a few others have looked over as well.

8. next, take the time to research the scholarship organization. for schmoozing purposes. this can happen earlier in the process too.. don’t ask me why i decide to see where the organization’s principles lie until after i’ve written the paper.. i take this time to learn a bit about who i’m asking money from, and make a few tweaks to the essay if i need to.

9. almost done!! final proofread aloud. this really helps with cutting down on word count, and just ensuring the whole thing moves smoothly. i’m always pleasantly surprised how much better my essay flows after i read it out loud.

10. once you feel confident in your paper, send it off! my final step is submit & schedule a time to check back.  sometimes organizations will post on the scholarship site which day they make their decision. make a note to come back that particular day to see the results! hopefully, you’ll get an exciting congratulatory email beforehand.. but it doesn’t hurt to be sure.

try these out, let me know if they work for you! now get out there and make that moneyyyy :}

Hour by Hour, LMM/Reader

Prompt: A late night attempt to buy pot leaves you with the strange roommate of your dealer.

Words: 2,155

Author’s Note: Inspired by this audio of Lin admitting to have…dabbled in college. No actual drugs are taken in this fic. Just the idea of it is enough.

Warnings: Mentions of drug use (pot) and they drink one beer.

Askbox | Masterlist


It wasn’t the most dignified of setups, to say the least.

 And it wasn’t something you participated in regularly. But when late night remembrances of long overdue essays and questions of what your future held creeped up on you, you found your way to J. You knew his full name was Jonathan from many shared classes, but he insisted you call him J during your transactions.

It was only a five minute trek from your dorm to his, which was nice considering the late hours he often operated. If his light was on, he was open for business. He had always insisted it was just a side business, but you knew firsthand that tuition wasn’t cheap and you certainly couldn’t blame him for capitalizing on artists’ craving to…experiment.

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dementedcat  asked:

4, Damian and Jason? I totally understand if you don't get to this one :)) thanks for doing this!!

4: sick!fic

Bruce’s shoulders are heavy as he walks upstairs. 

Alfred had left a few minutes before to run some errands, and had given him very firm instructions to head on up to check on Damian. He hates seeing his kids sick; it’s one of those inexplicable parent-things that he never would have anticipated before taking in Dick. 

Seeing them sick as adults is bad enough (here his step falters, and he cringes, makes a mental note to check on Tim), but to see Damian, small and pale and weak, breath wheezing in his chest, pains Bruce deep inside. A soft spot he doesn’t like to acknowledge or even think about. 

But days like today, he has no choice. 

And it’d be much worse, he thinks, for his children to be sick and alone… He stops briefly outside Damian’s door, already feeling the corners of his mouth pull down. He raps two knuckles lightly on the door, says, 

“Damian… it’s just me, I’m coming in,” and he doesn’t wait for a confirmation, because he isn’t expecting a response. Damian had been complaining of a sore throat days before his other symptoms, after all. 

And when he enters, his son’s room is dark. Heavy curtains thrown closed, lights off, the conflicting smells of stale air and fresh sheets. Clearly in spite of Alfred’s best efforts. 

There, standing in the centre of the room, is Jason Todd. In his arms is a blanketed-lump, a dark-haired head pressed into his shoulder. And Jason, looking up, shushes him.

Feeling off-balance, blinking, trying to reconcile the image in front of him, it occurs to Bruce that Jason was not shushing him. He was shushing Damian, and keeps murmuring to him, low, gentle. He hears the words ‘just Dad’, and ‘don’t move, it’s fine’, but the rest is too quiet for him to hear.

Damian, still in his pyjamas, weak and ill, his normally caramel skin an ash grey, shifts his arms. Clinging tighter to Jason, who just says, “I got you, akhi. I got you.” 

The boy is a good few feet off the ground, sitting on Jason’s hip like a much younger child. Hands gripped carefully to the back of Jason’s t-shirt. And Jason, he notices, is actually swaying slightly, walking in little circles, arms gentle and fully supporting Damian’s weight. Damian’s face is hidden, but he makes a small sound of discontent, and Jason shifts his grip. Pulling him closer, murmuring something in… Arabic?

“What’s going on?” Bruce says, finally. Voice choked.

And Jason looks up from across the room, frowns at him. Brow wrinkling. Like it’s obvious. Still swaying, shifting on his feet, one hand rubbing up and down Damian’s blanket-covered back, he says, “I’m minding the kid. Lil demon’s sick as hell, he needs rest.”

“… he has a bed,” Bruce says.

Then Jason looks at him like he’s an idiot. “He’s an assassin baby, Boss. Do you know how much it freaks him, to lie down in the same place for hours? He’s too weak to defend himself if he had to, and he can barely move.”

The boy makes another sad little sound, and Jason keeps pacing. Keeps rubbing one hand in circular motions over Damian’s back. Says, “كلشيءعلىمايرام” and “أنت آمن الحبيب,and he quiets. 

“We— we have an alarm,” Bruce says, because it still doesn’t make sense, the way Jason is gentle and sweet and kind with his enormous hands and his enormous shoulders– the hands Bruce has seen break bones, the shoulders usually stiff with the weight of guns and knives and anger– the way he moves like a slow-dancer, keeping Damian pressed against him. 

They don’t even get along.

And he remembers, suddenly, vividly, standing with Jason outside of Wayne Enterprises— it’d been windy and they were walking to the car, discussing a case, and the boy had said, grin wide and cocky, “Don’t worry, B, I’m great with kids.” 

Bruce couldn’t help but laugh, then, looking down at him in his rumpled school uniform to say, “You are a kid, Jay.”

The grin had turned immediately to a huff; “Barely. And I mean younger kids.” Then, “Back before, when my mom… just. Sometimes I’d help, with some of the neighbour’s kids in the building, like if they got sick or whatever. And, like, they couldn’t always take off work cuz their kid was sick, so sometimes I’d skip school, to, you know. Mind them and stuff.”

“Yeah,” the here-and-now Jason is saying, voice heavy with sarcasm. “Because feelings are always rational. Especially when you’re ten years old and have goddamn-pneumonia.”

And Bruce… shakes himself, takes a few steps forward. Quietly, “How’s he doing?”

Jason looks down at the boy, frowning slightly. Shifting his grip. “ ‘bout as good as you could expect. Poor brat.”

Bruce reaches out, rubbing a hand through Damian’s sweat-stiff hair. Alfred had helped him wash it yesterday, after they’d come home from the hospital. Bruce had had to piggy-back him from the car.

At his touch, Damian stirs, lifting his head from Jason’s shoulder; mumbles tightly, “Father?” 

He blinks tiredly, confusedly, at Bruce.

“Yeah, Damian,” he says. “It’s okay, just try not to talk.” And then, to Jason, “You want me to take over?”

Jason shakes Damian very gently, then, to get his attention; his head had already fallen back to Jason’s shoulder, his eyes closed again. “Hey, baby brat. You comfy here, or you want Dad to take you for a bit?”

The boy shifts effortfully, wrapping his arms more tightly around Jason’s neck. Hiding his face completely once more. 

And Jay actually smiles at that, says, “Uh-huh, okay.” A beat. “You know we’re gonna keep you safe, yeah?”

Muffled from Jason’s shirt and what has to be at least two blankets, Damian says, “… tuh.”

“Did you just try to click your tongue at me?” Jason asks him. “Jeez, you must be messed up. Don’t worry, your condescension is implied.”

And Jason makes another two short trips around the room, which actually seems to help help soothe Damian. He falls into a doze somewhere around the chest of drawers, the painful-sounding rasps of his breath slowing. Bruce just stands there, uncomfortable, unsure what to do.

“What time did Alfred say he’d be back?” Jason asks, after a minute. Quiet. 

“Less than an hour,” Bruce says, and Jason nods, like that’s what he expected. He explains, “Kid needs his next lot of pills at four, but I don’t know the dose.”

“I didn’t know you spoke Arabic,” Bruce says, after a moment of relative silence, broken only by Damian’s breathing and Jason’s footsteps on the carpet. 

“I don’t, really,” Jay dismisses. “Just a couple phrases I learned, when Talia. From when I was upset.” 

And that’s when Damian stirs, fidgeting uncomfortably. He pulls back far enough to see Jason’s face and gives a whine, says “Where’s Grayson.” and then sags again, clearly exhausted by his outburst.

“We’ve had this conversation a couple times already,” Jason reminds the kid, without heat. Rolling his eyes, but there’s a sympathetic twist to his lips, and his hand doesn’t slow on rubbing Damian’s blanket-covered back. “He’s on a plane, remember? He called us a few hours ago, when he was going to board. He’s still in the air now. And you know he’s gettin’ here as quick as he can.”

And Damian says something that sounds a lot like “Hrrrmmm,” sounding, for once, like a regular child his age, and doesn’t move.

Jay presses the back of his hand lightly to Damian’s cheek, then, frowning. “Hey, B? You mind getting the thermometer? I think his temperature’s back up.” 

And Bruce says, “Of course,” and is halfway out the door when Jason says, “It’s in the third kitchen drawer.”

“Thanks, Jason.”

“Sure,” he says easily, still pacing. 

And Jason’s back is to him, when he turns around. Pausing. His older son is keeping up a low murmur, half-Arabic, half-English, and his hold is exceedingly careful. Like Damian is something precious and fragile.

And this, too, is another thing he could never have predicted about parenthood; this feeling of awe and warmth, overwhelming pride. He knows his boys well enough to know they will never talk about this. As soon as Damian is strong enough to walk on his own, as soon as the colour is back in his cheeks, it will be back to constant insults and barely-contained violence. 

But for now, Bruce thinks, at least there’s–

“Nn… Todd?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“Your accent’s … ‘ttrocious.”

Excuse you, demon. Jesus. You try to do something nice…”

– well, something there. Probably.

END.

anonymous asked:

Hello 🙂 can I request a Flug x reader? I want to give him a blanket and some tea make him feel safe 💖

TEA AND BLANKETS

Dr. Flug x Reader

A/N: I HAD THIS DONE BEFORE MY PHONE BROKE AND NOW I HAD TO RE DO IT!! X)&
It was super cute to do though so it was worth it!! Hope you like it!!


The storm outside beat rain and the occasional branch against the walls of Black Hat’s mansion as you and 5.0.5 sat in the kitchen. Thunder crashed loudly, and your companion jumped from fear, letting out a yelp.

“Don’t worry 5.0.5,” you smiled, “Thunder is just a noise. And I’m right here to keep you safe.” You were currently in the process of folding up the quilt you made for your boyfriend, Dr. Flug.

“I really hope he likes it.” You sighed, placing it on the counter and taking a seat next to the bear. Flug was always so kind and so sweet to you, the quilt was honestly the least you could do for him. Something to make him feel warm and comforted in the world of uncertainty he lived in.

5.0.5 made some noises in response that you didn’t understand. But if you had to guess, you would say he thought Dr. Flug would like the quilt fine.

Suddenly the back door swung open and Dr. Flug fell into the room, looking quite the worse for wear, sopping wet with ripped clothing. Close Behind him, Black Hat stalked into the house, mumbling something about incompetence and a ray gun. You glared at him till he was out of view… one day you’d give that guy a piece of your mind.

But for now you rushed over to Flug, who lay crumpled on floor. 5.0.5 and you then supported him from under his shoulders till you could sit him in a chair.

“What happened, Flug?!” You asked, concern flooding your voice. Behind you, 5.0.5 mimicked your tone with the noises he made, attempting to pose the same question.

“I-I may or m-may have not built a device that backfired onto Black Hat while testing…” he said. You sighed. Flug really looked beat up this time, and it made your heart ache. He shivered from the cold, and you pulled off his soaking wet lab coat from his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Flug.” You said sadly, then brightening up, you ran over to the counter, “But look! I made you this quilt! No better time to use it than now, I think!”

Holding it up for him to see made you nervous, but you could tell he was smiling underneath the bag and it made your heart soar. Flug reached out and touched the fabric.

“I made it out of some of your old Lab Coats and my old T-shirts.” You said, draping it over his shoulders.

“Th-thank you, y/n!” Flug said, pulling the quilt around him and you in for a long hug, “I love it.”

“But you’re still cold…” you hummed, feeling him shiver and trying to figure out an additional solution.

“N-No, I’m fi-”

“Yeah well, I’m making you tea anyway!” You smiled, bouncing over to the kitchen and heating up some water. Returning a few minutes later with a warm cup for him and 5.0.5. That seemed to do the trick as Flug stopped shivering soon after.

The three of you talked for a while before 5.0.5 began to yawn. You and Flug looked at each other with knowing eyes and took 5.0.5 to go sleep in his corner, which was in Flug’s room, where the two of you laid together on the bed, holding hands.

The two of you talked about everything from avocados to your deepest fears together. Neither of you knew how much time passed while you spoke, but you loved being in one another’s company. Soon, though, Flug yawned and you knew he needed rest.

You pressed a small kiss to his forehead, but before you could get up, he pulled you back in for another, on the lips, or at least, where the would be if not for the bag…

He didn’t like letting you leave without a hug and a kiss goodbye. You didn’t either.

“You’re going to bed, right?” Flug asked as you approached the door, hands behind his head and feet crossed over one another. It was one of the few times you’d ever seen him truly relaxed.

“Yeah…” you smiled, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Y/n?” Flug asked.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” You both blushed. Regardless of how many times you’d said it, the phrase still made your heart skip a beat…or 20.

“I love you too, Flug.” You smiled, then closed the door slowly.

But you weren’t planning on going back to your room and sleeping… not yet.

“BLACK HAT!!!” You yelled going down the hallway. Now it was time for revenge.

Don’t go- Josh Dun

Y/N P.O.V

He hadn’t answered his phone in over 5 hours. This wasn’t like him. He always answered your calls and texts almost immediately.

Did he meet someone else? He probably didn’t care about you anymore, he won’t even be here for our 3rd anniversary. He could get anyone in the world, so why did he settle for you? You we’re a piece of crap. You we’re far from perfect, you had an ugly smile, and your laugh was so annoying.

Those thoughts had been haunting you for the past 3 months but when Josh didn’t answer your calls for the last 5 hours, that was enough for you to believe all of them. You just wanted to push all the voices out. There was only one way though.

You walked to the bathroom sobbing, knowing that both you and Josh would be free again. You from your misery and Josh from you. That’s what he wanted wasn’t it?

You opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills. You heard a knock on the door as you took a big swig of water swallowing the pills then your phone rang out from the counter. It was Josh.

That’s when you fell to the ground and everything went black. You wanted to go back but it was too late.

Josh P.O.V.

I met her just over 3 years ago. Her smile pulled me in. The way she laughed made my heart skip a beat. She was freaking beautiful and she was so talented. From the first time I met her I felt a special connection to her.

Fast forward 3 years and we’ve been dating for 2 years, 11 months, and 29 days. Yes I kept a count because she meant so much to me. She always knows exactly the right things to say and do. I couldn’t help but think she ended up in my life for a reason. She was perfect.

Tyler and I just got off the plane from finishing our tour. Y/N doesn’t know we’re back yet. She thinks I’ll be home late tomorrow night, but I wanted to surprise her for our anniversary tomorrow.

I had a lot planned for us and I couldn’t wait to see her reaction when I proposed to her.

Once Jenna and Tyler dropped me off at Y/N and I’s apartment I started towards the door.  Was so excited to see her again. It has been 2 months since I got to see her in person.

I knocked on the door and waited for it to open. There was no answer. I decided to call her and I got a little nervous when she didn’t answer. I went to the neighbors to get the key they had of our. I could help but fear the worse. Y/N has battled with depression and when I went away she wasn’t in the best state of mind.

When the door finally opened I called out her name. That’s when I came across the bathroom to find the love of my life on the ground with an empty bottle of pills next to her.

I called 911 while trying to find a pulse. I was a little hopeful when I felt it but it was weak.

“Stay with me baby. I love you Y/N, don’t go. We were gonna get married. Baby I need you.” I just kept talking in hopes she could hear me.

The ambulance showed up about 7 minutes later. I had to call Tyler to meet me at the hospital because I couldn’t do this alone.

“Hey Tyler. Meet me at the hospital right now. I just found Y/N on the ground,she took some pills and I’m scared.” I could barely breath, my chest felt heavy with worry.

“We’re on our way now Josh stay strong, she’ll be okay.” Tyler’s voice was filled with fear and concern but he was trying to hide it.

She was taken away right away once arriving at the hospital. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Tyler. My tears just feel and I collapsed to the ground.

“I knew I should have told her I was coming home. I knew I should have never left her in the beginning.”

“Hey Josh She’ll be fine. She’s a fighter, she loves you and if she did hear you before then she’s gonna get herself better.” Tyler and Jenna stayed with me until the doctor came out.

“You must be Josh Dun, correct?”

“Yes. How’s Y/N? Can I see her.”

The doctor let out a sigh the started to talk. “She’s doing great. She overdosed on sleeping pills. Once we got her back there her heart stopped but we have her stabilized now. We have hopes that she will be awake tomorrow. Thank god you found her when you did. She wouldn’t have made it if you had waited all of 3 more minutes. You can go see her now.” With that the doctor lead all of us to where Y/N was.

She must have not eaten in a few weeks. She was at least 25 pounds lighter and her arms were covered in scars.

“Oh my god. Josh how long has she been this bad?” Tyler asked kneeling next to me as I held her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“I-I don’t really know. I got so wrapped up in the album and tour I guess I didn’t even notice. Fuck this is all my fault. I love her so much and I didn’t even realize that she was hurting herself. I don’t deserve her.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this Josh. Just be there for her.”

Tyler and Jenna left about 3 hours later after they knew I was okay. They offered to bring me home but I wasn’t leaving Y/N’s side.

I pulled a chair up next to her bedside and just held her hand. I drummed a little beat with my thumbs on her hand and I must and fallen asleep. I was awoken by yelling and a loud beeping noise. The nurses removed me from the room quickly as I tried to fight my way back to Y/N.

“Sir we need to make sure she’s fully stabilized before you can go back in.” The nurse explained to me as I asked to go back in after sitting in the waiting room for 20  minutes.

It was about an hour later when I could go back in. She looked like she did before except this time her eyes were open. She was just staring down at her wrist crying.

I placed a hand on her leg. She jumped “Are you a nurse?”

I looked at her with a quizzical face. Before I could reply the doctor came in and asked to speak to me.

He explained how she had some sort of seizure when she woke up. He then explained how she will have some memory loss for the next few hours but she should be okay by tonight. He had full faith in her which made me feel good.

“Hey Y/N, do you remember me?” I entered the room again.

“Umm… Yeah don’t you play in a band or something? Like the drums?” I thought it would be best to go along with whatever she said for now.

“Yeah. Are you a fan?”

She smiled and it made my heart skip a beat like always.

“I think so. Can I hear a song?”

“Of course.” I said pulling out my phone playing her favorite song.

As We Don’t Believe What’s On TV played I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was so beautiful, how could she ever how doubts about herself?

When the song ended she asked to hear more. We listen to the whole Blurryface album and I gently drummed my fingers on the bedside again. She watched me the whole time.

“You must be really talented. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I do actually.” I smiled and then it faded when I realized what she had asked me.

“Wow she must be very lucky to have you.”

“No I’m lucky one.”

“Josh, will you tell me about her?”

“Well for starters she’s beautiful, talented, and her smile. Her smile makes me the happiest man alive. I could go on for hours about everything I love about her. She’s perfect for me.”

She smiled down at me.

“I feel like I know who you are. Are we friends?”

“I would say more than friends. What do you remember about me?”

Y/N P.O.V.

“I would say more than friends. What do you remember about me?”

I sat and thought for a moment. My thoughts and memories were all cloudy and I wasn’t sure what was real or not.

“Well I remember that there is Tyler he’s the one who sings those songs.A blonde girl. Gianna, possibly. I think we’re all friends right?”

“Close, her name is Jenna. Tyler and I play in the band twenty one pilots and Jenna is one of your best friends.” Josh said reassuring me.

With that a man and a woman walked in. they looked to Josh as if they didn’t know what to say.

“Hey guys. Y/N woke up a while ago and she’s getting some memories back.” Josh told them what I remembered. After talking a bit about our friendship Jenna asked if Josh wanted to take a walk with her. I wondered why he said yes, I thought we were getting along so well. I wanted to know more about his girlfriend,he sounded so madly in love with her. Something I only dreamed a guy would do about me.

Once they left the room Tyler sat in the chair next to the bed that Josh just left.

“Hey Y/N. How do you feel?”

“Good I guess. Tyler can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Is Josh happy with Jenna? I mean he deserves the best and I think she would be great for him I guess.”

He chuckled and looked at the ground. “Well I hope they don’t get to close. After all she’s my wife.”

“Oh whoops, I thought they were dating. Sorry. So who is he dating?” You felt sort of embarrassed but you felt comfortable around Tyler like you did with Josh.

“Well she’s this funny girl who I introduced him to over 3 years ago. Today is their 3 year anniversary actually and he was gonna surprise her, but something came up. She’s my wife’s best friend and she was her maid of honor in our wedding. We all missed her being on tour with us, but she had work so she could join us the past 3 months.” You sat and listened to Tyler go on about this girl for a while.

Josh P.O.V.

“Thanks for getting me out of there Jenna.”

“No problem. I saw the tears in your eyes and knew you probably needed a minute to breathe.”

“Yeah. It’s just so hard not being able to wish her a happy anniversary or kiss her. I mean she doesn’t even know we’re dating. I had all these plans to propose today and I just feel so bad for her.” I wanted to cry but just held the emotions in. I wanted to stay as strong as possible.

“The doctor said we could show her picture and videos and things like that to jog her memory but I don’t want to mess with anything, you know?”

“I get it, but i think she’s getting a lot of the memories back she just needs a little more push to get the rest.” Jenna said pulling out her phone. She showed em a few pictures she had taken of Y/N and I when we were on tour together.

“Show these to her and maybe it will help her.” She said handing me the phone as we walked back into Y/N’s room.

Y/N P.O.V.

Josh and Jenna walked in and Josh sat next to me again. He handed me the phone and scrolled through a few pictures of him and me. It was when he got to the 5th or 6th picture that it clicked. I was his girlfriend. Tears filled my eyes and Josh looked up at me.

“What’s wrong?” Josh said wiping away a stray tear that must have fallen from my eye.

“Happy anniversary babe.”

The room went silent. Everyone’s jaws fell open. Then Josh stood up and put his lips to my forehead.

“I love you Y/N. Happy anniversary baby.”

Josh handed Jenna her phone back. Then they left leaving only Josh and I in the room. I moved over on the bed so Josh could sit next to me.

Not that he felt like a stranger but I still didn’t have full memory back so I still didn’t feel like I’ve known him for 3 years.

Josh’s P.O.V.

It had been a few hours since she remembered who I was. I know there were pieces still missing from her memory but the next morning she would have it all back says the doctor.

It was early in the morning when I woke up and saw her sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to leave but I hadn’t taken a shower in over 3 days now.

Once I returned 3 hours later she was awake.

She greeted me with the biggest smile.

“Hey Josh.”

I was so happy to hear her voice again with a happy tone.

“Hey babe. How did you sleep?” I asked as I sat down on the bed with her again.

“Great.” There was a moment of silence as the cuddles close into my side. “Josh I’m so sorry. I-”  I cut her off before she could say anything more.

“Y/N there’s nothing to be apologizing about. Just please promise me you’ll come to me about this if there’s a next time.”

She nodded her head and I kissed her on the top of her head.

“You missed.” She said as she came up to met her lips with mine. We were interrupted by Tyler walking in.

“Woah didn’t know I was getting a show with visiting my best friend.” Y/N pulled away and chucked. I just stared down at her. I can’t believe I almost lost the love of my life to her stupid demons.

6 weeks later

Y/N and I just left having a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. We were walking along the river path when I stopped and dropped to my knee. Y/N didn’t notice for a few seconds and when she turned around to see me pulling out the small velvet box she started to cry. This was it. The moment I’ve been anticipating since our first few dates.

I planned a whole speech but I couldn’t get the words to form so I simply just said “Y/N make me the happiest man to ever live and marry me.”

She stepped closer to me and shook her head yes. I slipped the ring in her finger and then pulled her into a hug.

She was finally mine. I was never letting her go again and something told me she was thinking the same about herself and I.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Josh.”  

Helping Hands Part 1

Word Count: 2,305

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N

Warnings/Notes: Cursing, because I miss it. Just a lil something that came to me and that I wanted to get out. (Requests are Open)



You sighed into the phone, “I hate doing this.” You could hear the faint breath of the other person on the phone. They’d been quiet since they heard your voice, and only replied with short curt answers, and only breathing in short little pants. Not you, your heart was racing, your legs bouncing up and down as you nervously tried to get through this phone call.

The sun was barely rising, birds chirping as they flew overhead. The day was going to be a nice one. It was the first day of spring after all. Blood was caked to your clothes, to your face, and to your hands. You couldn’t even tell which was yours anymore, or which was… “It’s just- I’ve never hunted something like this before.”

You ran hand through your hair and closed your eyes. You hated this, hated the sting of tears threatening to fall from your eyes. The pain was starting to return. No longer did you have adrenaline to subside it. You looked up at the sky, the pinks and yellows starting to blur in your vision. “And I think- fuck- I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I think I need your help.”

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Crash into Me (Ch.7) Finale😘

(Juice x OC Janna)

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A couple hours and a quarter of a fith of Jameson later Janna was angrily trying to find all of her things. She didn’t realise it but she had indeed moved in with Juice. Right down to the pictures of them on the fridge and her makeup and straightener in the bathroom. She even had trouble packing up the yeti cup with the dent in it that he’d taken up as his own. It was his now. Holding it she thought about the day they had met how relieved she was he had been ok. How when she looked into his eyes and saw his smile that she couldn’t belive she had nearly been the one responsible for taking something so beautiful from the world.

How she had picked up his habits of everything having a place and being in it. How he had also started to have his cup of ice water with everything. This wasn’t a fling they lived and worked and laughed, and, with a sigh, she realised the had made love together in this house. Suddenly the little travler girl had found her home and this was it. This house this bed this man. This was home. And she had let it go.

Janna broke down and sobbed folding her…. no this one was his… and instead of her bag she placed the shirt on the dresser.

Janna was broken from her self loathing by a knock at the door.

Janna sighed when the persistent knocking didn’t stop. “I’m not in the mode Gemma.” She choked out opening the door. “Besides you got what you wanted I’m leaving.”

Gemma took in her red face and siged. “What happend sweetheart?”

Janna scoffed “Sweetheart?” And walked back into the house lifting the bottle to her lips. Gemma followed her in and yanked the bottle from her hand taking a pull from it her self. “What tha..” Janna stood shocked by the action.

Gemma simply held up a finger to her as if to say just hold on. Then abruptly turned the bottle up again this time taking 3 large gulps. “Oh Jesus!” Gemma exclaimed handing the bottle back with one hand and slapping the burn in her chest with the other. “I needed that or I was never gonna get through this.. Janna I am sorry.”

Janna’s puffy eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. “It’s just I’m protective of my boys and you came in and you didn’t seem that much different from the bouncy little bimbos that are already around the club… I just thought…”

“That I’d use him like they do. I get it Gem.”

Gemma sighed looking her over “I didn’t give you a chance to show that you were different and you ended up taking that chance. And damn it baby if I wasn’t proud of you… I was pissed so it didn’t show.. but standing up like you did… those girls, they don’t do that… and since I’m usually the boss bitch in charge, they defiantly don’t do it to me.” She scoffed.

Janna had to laugh at that “This life… the club…. it ain’t easy baby. It’s all or nothing… and I… well..”

“You mistook my kindness for weakness.”

“Yeah I did.” Gemma reluctantly gave in. “Now tell me what happend.”

Janna took one more swig and began to recount her fight with Juice to the matriarch of SAMCRO. “Well damn baby. You just gonna let him say that and walk out?”

“I didn’t say it back. He’s not gonna wanna see me when he gets home.”

“Bullshit! Get your ass up. Let’s go.”

“What?”

“I’m taking you to get your truck so you can find his dumb ass before some porn slut takes advantage of his broken baby heart and puts the final nail in the coffin.”

“Gemma .. I.. I..”

“Forget it darlin let’s go!”

Janna jumped up slipping on her flip flops. She was in nothing but some short dry fit shorts and an oversized t-shirt with her messy bun falling apart on top of her head and her makeup-less puffy face she was the epitome of ‘God bless this hot southern mess’. Thinking screw it she slipped on her Costas and followed Gemma out the door.

The sun was just sinking when the women pulled into the lot and they each groaned at the sight of all the people there “Shit,” Gemma huffed, “with everything going on I forgot a party was happening tonight.” But then she perked up. “On the plus side, 20 to 1 he’s here.” She looked at Janna who just let out a frustrated growl and climbed out of the Caddy.

Gemma followed closely behind her. Some of the guys spotted the pair and Happy, Chibs, and Tig walked up to greet them. Turning suddenly at the sight of everyone Janna looked up to Gemma. “Do us both a favor and never again mistake my kindness for weakness. I will do my best to never be the cause of hurt but I will not sit by and take someone’s shit.” Gemma raised an immaculate eyebrow at her and all the guys took pause thinking they were about to break up another fight. “Sorry just had to.. I don’t know.. psych my self up.” Gemma just nodded and smirked.

When Janna turned back around she came face to face with Happy who nodded at her. “Thanks Hap. I need that.” And she marched twards the doors.

“What tha hell?” Tig looked around confused at how Janna and Happy seemed to understand one another when he didn’t even speak. “He just nodded and flicked that damn tooth pick around his mouth?” He complained to Chibs and Gemma. Both of whom shrugged not understanding either.

Janna walked into the club house with the other four behind her she quickly spotted Juice and… “Ima” Janna muttered to herself. Janna knew all about Ima the guys had all had a turn with her and she was the porn star princess.

Moving to the bar Tig Chibs and Happy all grabbed drinks to watch the show with. Chibs slapped Opie on the back to get his and Jax’s attention and pointed over to Juice and Ima and the very furious very tiny bundle of pissed the hell off storming up to them.

“Move.” Janna said.

“Janna?” Juice started but was cut off by Ima.

“I don’t think so.”

“Now” Janna all but growled.

“Listen swee…” Ima never got to finish because Janna reared back and decked her. Laying her out right there.

“That’s my girl.” Happy grumbled, smirking with is tooth pick.

“Jesus Janna what the hell…” Juice started.

“I love you too!!” She blurted out before he could say anymore. Juice looked over at the panting mess of a woman and grabbed her face planting his lips to hers. Janna parted her lips and sipped her toung into his mouth moaning at the feel. Sliding his hands down to her ass he squeezed lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. And storming out of the club house followed by cheers from all the guys, and a smirk from Gemma.

“You sure?” He asked her once they were outside and away from prying eyes and ears.

“Very sure.” She nodded tears rolling down her face and slipping around her smile. “Can we umm.. just skip the party tonight. I’m not exactly dressed and…”

“HEY WHERE YOU TO OFF TO… GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!!” Tig yelled from the club house door.

“One more hour?” He asked.

“I’m not exactly dressed for a party.” She smiled.

“Oh baby! It’s not about what you wear to the party. It’s about what you aren’t wearing after the party.” He winked. “Come on. I owe you a few drinks remember?”

“Yeah. You’re right. You’ve used up all your ‘I nearly killed you’ passes by now.” She giggled.

———————— One year later… ————————

“Oh Miguel!!” Janna purred walking out to the back yard, where Juice was skimming leaves out of the pool. “Could you please put some oil on my…AHH JAX WHAT THE FUCK!?!?”

“You’re topples under that towel aren’t you?” He smirked. Janna just stood there wide eyed as Juice walked up to the grill Jax had been firing up.

“Might wanna get dressed babe.” He suggested. Just then the back gate opened and in came Gemma and Tig followed by Opie, Donna their two kids, and Tara with Abel.

“The others are gonna be here too. Go.” Juice ushered her back to the house.

Watching a startled Janna take off to go put on the rest of her swimsuit Jax chuckled. “Miguel?”

“Shut it.” Juice growled turning red.

A while later everyone was sitting around the large fire pit Opie had helped Juice build into the back deck. With the kids all asleep in the living room where Tig had built them the most ridiculous pillow fort. The grownups took time to just be a normal family.

“I need everyone’s attention!” Juice stood breaking the various conversations. “Just over a year ago I was nearly killed out on 18. When this chick nearly crashed into me. I didn’t realise it then but at the time it seemed like a near miss. She didn’t though. She hit me.” He turned looking to Janna. “She crashed right into me. Right into my life and it’s been one beautiful wreck right after the other. She ran over my bike a second time 3 weeks after we made this official.” They all chuckled. “And I loved her then. She burned my birthday cake and the house smelled for a month.” Everyone laughed a bit harder at the memory of Juice complaining how everything Janna cooked tasted burned for that month. “And I loved her more. She hit me with a baseball bat, when I came home early in the middle of the night from a run.“ Eyes began watering as everyone doubled over in hysterics at the memory of Juice’s busted cheek. “And I loved her still more. She brought home a puppy that makes messes all the time but it makes her smile and makes me love her more.”

Janna was crying slowly but her breath was pulled from her chest when Juice slowly lowered himself on one knee. “No matter what we do or what we go through. No matter what this life has thrown at us you have loved me through it and for that I keep finding myself loving you more than I did the day before.” Pulling out a black box Juice revealed a beautiful cushion cut diamond ring. “Janna will you…”

“YES!!” She screamed throwing herself around him, but abruptly pulled back. “I mean…. are you…. ya know… are you sure?”

Juice threw his head back laughing. “Very sure.”

Janna allowed the breath she’d been holding to escape into a happy sob.“Then yes. Yes. Yes. Yes Oh my God yes!” She repeated between kisses. As he slipped the ring onto her finger. Their family all smiles and clapping for them.

“By the way. This might be a good time to tell you… umm…well I kinda made another oops” Juice tried to hide the wince thinking she backed into his bike yet again. Granted he had gotten another one for that exact reason, and she always fixed it when she did. He was still worried for his bike.

“Well actually WE kinda oopsed” Juice’s brows drew together what could they have….. suddenly realisation crossed his features but she confirmed anyway “I’m pregnant.” She whispered.

“Your… I’m gonna…. we’re gonna…” Janna just kept nodding. “You’re sure?”

It was Janna’s turn to throw her own head back in laughter. “I took 6 tests … yeah… I’m very very sure.”

“I’M GONNA BE A DAD!!” He yelled to everyone.  Causing another roar and round of congratulations.

This is what it was to have someone he thought watching Janna talk baby talk with Gemma Tara and Donna.

It was pretty damn perfect.
American Money [Nathan Prescott x Reader]

Please don’t send in requests right now! Requests are closed.

Author’s Note: This is titled American Money because I listened to that song on repeat the whole time I wrote this LOL. I’m uncreative. It’s a nice song though, I suggest you give it a listen. Also the end probably took me the longest to write, but I mean… at the end of the day, Nathan is an artist, and thinks like one. So. (PS: mad creds to the beautiful Alex Turner for part of Nathan’s little speech thingy at the end there ha ha)

Word Count: 2,837

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Request: Omg that Loki X Reader was adorable! Could you please write a Steve X Reader about the other Avengers teasing the reader that they’ve never been kissed before and the reader gets upset and Steve comforts them and they share a kiss? Thanks, and keep up the good work!

A/N: I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE!

Warnings: Language, reader has a meltdown, Steve being a lovable dork.

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel


It was just one of those nights at the Avengers tower. All seemed well in the world, at least for now, and the Avengers all decided it would be a good night to just relax, and enjoy each others company.

And with Tony involved, that means alcohol . I, however, don’t drink. So I guess you could say I’m the ‘mom figure’ while Steve is obviously the 'dad figure’.

 

The clock just strikes 7PM, which means the party starts in one hour.

“(Y/N)! Open up, we have to make you BEAUTIFUL!” I’m jerked out of my thoughts by my best friend, Natasha.

“Coming, sweets!” I yell, and get my lazy ass off of the couch, and let her into my room.

“You callin’ me ugly, Ms. Romanoff?” I raise my eyebrows at her.

“No babe, you are probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” she grabs my face in her hands. “In fact, if I swung that way, I’d kiss you.” My face heats up. I hate talking about stuff like that.

“Right,” I change the subject. “Well, what do you have in mind, my darling?” I guess you could say I was a nervous wreck at this point, Lord knows Natasha has something up her sleeve.

“Well, we have to make you look irresistible to Captain red white and blue” I blush, Natasha and Wanda are the only ones (I hope) That know of my stupid crush on Steve. It’s not even a crush at this point, I’m full blown in love with the guy…I’ve tried everything, ignoring him, purposefully disobeying orders (of which I do NOT recommend doing, holy shit) and then having to apologize for acting a complete fool.

“Let’s go, airbags, we need to make you look hot as fuck.”

I blush at the stupid nick name, I can’t help my breasts are rather large.

 

Half an hour later, I am ready for the party, dressed in a floor length red dress with my (H/C) hair falling free, in loose curls.

“Cap will fall apart when he sees you.” Nat grins at me.

“You really think so?” I blush at the floor.

“Well if he doesn’t, someone will, I swear I’ll make it happen.” I laugh at her childishness.

“Don’t threaten anyone on my behalf, Nat, that’s not very nice.” She rolls her eyes.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

 

It’s finally 8PM which means, party time.

I shouldn’t be this nervous but Steve just makes me a nervous wreck.

We get to the bottom floor of the tower and when the elevators open, it appears the party is already in full swing.

I look to Natasha, who looks fabulous in her skin tight, knee length black dress.

“Are we late?”

“No, I’m pretty sure he said 8. Come on babe, I’ll go get you a drink.”

“No, Nat, you know I don’t drink.”

“Are you sure, you really look like you could use something to loosen up.”

I roll my eyes.

“I’m positive, Nat, thank you though.”

She nods at me,

“Whatever you say, I’m gonna go mingle.”

“You’re gonna leave me alone all night?” I whisper/shout at the same time.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I have a feeling you wont be alone for much longer.” She winks, and looks behind me.

My nerves are already a mess, and they just got worse.

“Good evening, (Y/N).” Steve.

I turn to look at him, suddenly wishing I had taken up Nat’s offer on a drink.

“H-Hi Steve.” He just smiles at me.

“You alright? You look a little nervous.” Yeah…because YOU make me nervous.

He has a beer in his hand, he looks a little nervous himself.

“You look amazing…” He looks me up and down.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Cap.” I smile, a genuine smile, it’s not forced.

He does the same.

“Thanks..hey would you may–” He gets cut off by Tony’s voice over the loud speaker.

“CAN I HAVE EVERYONES ATTENTION PLEASE” Some people stop and look at him, others ignore him, still chatting up and having a good time.

“I SAID CAN I HAVE EVERYONES ATTENTION PLEASE.”

The same results.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP OR ILL SICK AIRBAGS ON YOU.” My face heats up and I hide my face in Steve’s shoulder. He looks down at me.

It gets everyones attention.

“Airbags? Who is that?” Steve asks and looks at me.

“I-It’s me…” I just want to bury myself and disappear.

“What? What does that mean?” He is genuinely confused.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He respects my wishes.

“AS I WAS SAYING! WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A GAME OF TRUTH OR DARE COMMENSING AT 10PM!”

Oh God drunk Tony was a bad Tony, I can’t play truth or dare, it’ll probably end up sexual and I have no experience in that department.

I start to panic, I look to Steve.

“I-I have to go outside, I don’t feel so good all of a sudden.” He looks concerned.

“Yeah..I’ll go with you.”

We head outside and I lean on the rail, overlooking the city.

“You wanna explain what that was about? You just kind of…panicked.”

“I-It’s a long story, Steve.”

“I’ll stay with you, doll.” I smile

“Thank you Steve”

“You’re welcome.”

~TIME SKIP~

It’s now 10PM, which means game time will commence.

We gather around in the living space, me sitting next to Nat and Steve.

Tony is obviously plastered drunk, and waving a megaphone ariund.

“ALRIGHT, LET THE GAMES COMMENCE”

“TONY PUT THE MEGAPHONE AWAY!” Clint yells, and takes it from him.

 

We’re now a few rounds in, and it is Clint’s turn.

“Alright, (Y/N).” I swear I can feel my heart stop.

“Y-Yeah…?”

He smirks.

“Who was your first kiss?”

I swear my whole world collapses down ontop of me.

Steve stiffens up next to me, and Nat is smiling.

“U-Um…” I look down and play with my hands,

“Oh come on, (Y/N), it can’t be that bad.” Sam chimes in now.

“Yeah, (Y/N), just tell us.”

I take a big breath, and prepair myself for the impending humiliation.

“N-No one.”

“Wait-What?” Tony.

“You can’t be serious, (Y/N).” Bucky.

“HAHA You’ve NEVER been kissed, like ever?!? I don’t believe it!” Clint.

“Does that mean you’re a virgin??” Sam.

“Guys, lets not pester her to much okay, I’m sure theres a reason.” Oh, bless you Steve.

“(Y/N), you really haven’t been kissed? Why didn’t you tell me, you know you can tell me anything.” Natasha.

“Guys, really, I don’t think it’s that big of a dea–”

“Not that big of a deal?!” Tony starts laughing “The hell you mean it’s not a big deal? How old are you again? 24? 25? And you’ve NEVER been kissed?” I look away, the humiliation surly evident on my face. It doesn’t appear to be stopping any time soon.

“Please..please stop…” I find my self starting to tear up. Why is it such a big deal? I just never had time to…partake in such activities.

The words continue, Clint, Tony, Sam, Bucky, even Thor and Nat.

“I SAID STOP!” I find myself standing up, and shouting. That’s all I can manage before I get up and run out of the room.

“(Y/N) wai–” I’m long gone before Steve can finish his sentence.

 

“Seriously, guys? How immature can you get? No wonder she didn’t want to play, she was scared to death, and her fears came true. You should all be ashamed of yourselves.” Steve leaves, and follows me.

I lay in my room, still in my dress, sitting on my bed, wiping the tears from my face. How humiliating. Thank God for waterproof mascara.

“(Y/N)?” Steve.

“Have you come to make fun of me too, Stevie?” I can almost hear the blush that crosses his face. That nick name has always gotten him.

“You know I’d never do that to you, (Y/N). Please, can I come in?” I get up and open the door, no use in keeping him out, he never did anything wrong.

“(Y/N) listen, I’m sorry they acted like such children, you shouldn’t have to deal wi–”

“Will you kiss me, Steve?” He stares at me, in complete shock.

“W-what?”

“Please…I’m so tired of this, they’re right, I’m 24, I should have had my first kiss my now.”

“You don’t have to live up to anyones expectations but your own, (Y/N) If you’re not ready then-”

“I AM ready, Steve…and I want it to be you…I-Ive always liked you anyway…you don’t have to though…”

He smiles and comes closer, my face probably puts a tomato to shame by now.

“Are you sure, (Y/N?)” Ah, Steve. Ever the gentleman.

“Yes…” He tilts my head up to look at him, and leans down to capture my lips with his.

Theres no tongue, no heated make out session, just, a sweet, gentle, Steve Rogers kiss.

When he pulls away, he looks into my eyes.

“I’ve always kinda liked you too,  (Y/N).” I can’t control my smile, and jump into his arms.

“By the way, Sam was right you know…I am still a virgin…” Steve chokes on his own saliva I think.

“O-Oh…well..”

“Care to help with that as well?” I smirk and grab him by the collar, dragging him into my room and locking the door.

 

 

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TED: The long short of it I’m gonna try to make this… get there by degrees. Long short of it was that I again knocked her unconscious and strangled her and drug her into about 10 yards into the small grove of trees that was there.
BOB KEPPEL: What’d you strangle her with?
TED: Cord.
BOB KEPPEL: Cord?
TED: An old piece of rope.
BOB KEPPEL: Was it something that was right there with you?
TED: Yeah, it was in the car.
BOB KEPPEL: Then what happened?
TED: Then I packed the car up… By this time it was almost dawn, it was just about dawn. Sun was coming up. And I went through my usual - I say usual routine - I went through this routine where I was just absolutely… On this particular morning I was just absolutely, again, just shocked, scared-to-death, shocked, horrified about.. And I went down the road throwing everything that I’d had; the briefcase, out the window. Throwing the briefcase, the crutches, the rope, the clothes, just tossing them out the window. I was in a shear state of panic of just absolute horror. It’s like at that point and time it was consciousness of what has really happened. It’s like you’d break out of a fever or something, I would that is. So I drove north on 90 then northeast on 90 some point throwing articles out the window as I went; articles of clothing, shoes etc.
BOB KEPPEL: [inaudible]
TED: What?
BOB KEPPEL: When did you remove the clothing?
TED: After we got out of the car, initially. Well I skipped over some stuff there, we’ll have to get back to it sometime but I don’t feel… It’s just too hard for me to talk about right now.
[tape cuts here]
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[tape picks up here]
TED: Well sure, yeah. I threw away the briefcase, and the crutches and all that stuff. And the crowbar, everything. Handcuffs, everything. I’d get mad at myself a few weeks late because I’d have to go out and buy another pair. I mean, it’s not comical but that’s what would happen.
[tape cuts here]
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[tape picks up here]
TED: Well…
BOB KEPPEL: Remembering a Spanish test is pretty darn good if you ask me.
TED: That’s what she said. Unless she was hallucinating. She said everybody called her George.
BOB KEPPEL: George?
TED: That’s what she said. Or how bout that she used a safety pin because apparently her blue slacks were a bit too big.
BOB KEPPEL: Mhm.
TED: Or… that’s about all I know.
BOB KEPPEL: Okay.
TED: I mean I suppose.. I’m sure there are bits and pieces that will come back to me but obviously there wasn’t a lot of conversation.
[tape cuts here]
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[tape picks up here]
TED: Talk about details coming back. I couldn’t find one of the shoes so I thought it was there but it wasn’t. So I went back. This was the next day. Got on my bicycle rode to that little parking lot. I knew there were police all over the place by that time but I was kind of nervous cause, and I’ll tell you why in a minute, cause I had left and my car had been parked there so they may have seen it. Now if something was found there they might connect me. So I went back to that parking lot and found both pierced earrings and the shoe laying in the parking lot at about five in the afternoon. I surreptitiously gathered them up and rode off.
BOB KEPPEL: Had the police checked that area?
TED: Well you can tell me. I’d seen whole streams of them driving all over the place but they were concentrating on places like the park, nearby park. They couldn’t have looked in that parking lot and missed the white patent leather clog and the two white pierced earrings; hoops.
[end of tape one]

anonymous asked:

Tell me a funny story! Please?

Well, alright then.

(this involves a case of stolen valor. If you’re super sensitive to it, skip this post)

I was at the range a few months ago, getting some trigger time with my then new P227. This very sloppy individual, that smelled of pizza & looked as if getting up from the couch was a work out for him, decided to stand uncomfortably close to me & spark up a conversation. It went a little something like this…

Him: Nice shooting!

Me: Thanks!

Him: What kind of gun is that?

Me: A SIG P227 Carry. Just got it like, 3 days ago.

Him: Aw man, I carried one of those in Afghanistan!

Me: Really now…?

Him: Yeah, me and a few other SEALs carried them in the field.

Me: SEALs, huh…?

Him: Yeah dude. I was in SEAL Team 6.

Me: …You were in DEVGRU?

Him: Nah man, SEAL Team 6.

Me (at this point): 

Him: Yeah dude, I’ve seen all kinds of shit over there. I used to run through & quick draw those camel fuckers.

Me: Right…. What was your BUD/S class?

Him (Looking like I just asked him the square root of something): My wha…?

Me: You know, Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training? What was your class number?

Him: Oh man, I joined in the 80s. We didn’t go through that back then. We would just join up, do basic, and then get shipped out to-

His friend out of nowhere (irritated): NIGGA YOU WERE BORN IN ‘93. YOU HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN THE 80s NOW BRING YO ASS ON.

At this point, he scrambled away with the quickness, without even saying goodbye. Haven’t seen him since.

I Missed You (Lin x Reader)

Word Count:1,367

Warnings: Swear words, Pessimism, Hospital, Surgery, Fluff

Authors Note: To the person who requested: I hope you feel better soon, and I hope this is what you were looking for. Definitely not my best work, but I’ve been working on this for hours so I think this will be the best it gets :) REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO PLEASE REQUEST YOUR PROMPTS. I ALSO LOVE HEARING FROM YOU GUYS SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. 

Request: Could you please write a one shot where the female reader needs an emergency surgery and Lin kind of helps her through it. I’m in the ER right now and I would really appreciate it. Thanks a lot :)

It happened unexpectedly and quite quickly. Also at the wrong time. Luck was never on your side, and today life decided to throw a big boulder on top of you that crushed you flat. Life was a bitch. You had decided to take a vacation to NYC by yourself to enjoy some time you had off of work. Your idea of a relaxing time off was cut short by an emergency surgery you needed to have. So now you sat in a hospital bed waiting for everything to happen with nobody next to you. “Miss, do you have anybody that you would like to come over before your operation?” a nurse asked. Your operation was going to be in a few hours, and all of your family and friends lived on the opposite side of the country. You knew they wouldn’t be able to make it, and that was a fact. You knew one person in the entire state of New York. Lin. and you hadn’t talked to him for many a years. Last time you saw him was in college. You guys had been best friends, but eventually drifted apart as he went into theater and you headed towards writing. You remembered him giving you a note at graduation with his phone number and a note that said: ‘if you’re ever back in town, call me.’ You had put the number into your phone but never had the guts to call him. That was 10 years ago. You wondered if he still had the same number as you pulled out your phone.
Lin pulled out his phone as he sat in a cafe. ‘Unknown number?’ he thought as he pressed the green button. “Hello?” he asked.
Your heart jumped to your throat, he sounded the same as he did 10 years ago. “Um, HI? Lin?” you said trying to be calm. “Who is this?” he questioned. “So this is going to be really awkward, I don’t even know if you remember me…” you rambled “Y/N?” he said. Lin’s heart skipped a few beats. He was flushed by the countless memories you two shared in college. Every party you two went to, drunken kisses you two shared (which you did not remember *YiKeS*), and his feelings which he had harbored towards you. “And to what do I owe this pleasure to?” he asked a smile spreading his face. “Remember when you gave me that note at graduation? Well I’m back in town… “ you began slowly. “You’re in town?” He questioned. “Yeah and I was wondering if you wanted to meet?” you asked. “When?” “Does right now work?” you asked hurriedly. “Now? Yeah that works” he responded packing all of his belongings back into his backpack, getting ready to leave. “Where are you?” He asked heading out of the cafe trying to catch a taxi. “In the hospital…” you said hoping he wouldn’t back out. “I’m headed there right now” Lin quickly said. When he thought you had hung up, he whispered into his phone “I missed you.”
A few minutes later a familiar person walked through the doors of your hospital room.”Lin!” you exclaimed feeling comfortable around him already. “Y/N!” He said before he realized you were in a hospital gown. He hurried over to you, “Are you ok?, What happened?” he asked. “It’s nothing,  just needed a surgery” you said smiling masking your emotions. Your friendship picked up just where it had left off. He pulled out a chair to sit next to your bed. A few hours must have passed because the nurse walked in. “Mr. Miranda, you have 5 minutes left” she said before walking out. That was when it hit you, you were actually going to have to do this. Lin must have sensed something because he pulled you into a hug. In his embrace you lost your hold on your emotions and began to cry. “Shhhh, Y/N it’s going to be ok, you’re going to be ok” he whispered in your ear, stroking your hair. You pulled yourself together enough to look at him in the face. In this moment Lin made a snap decision, something he had wanted to do for 4 years, and regretted not doing for 10. He used his hand in you hair to bring your face closer to his, and softly placed his lips onto yours, uncertain. Before you could react or say something, the nurse returned and said his five minutes were up and ushered Lin out. You looked at him with wide eyes as he walked out of your room with a beet red face. He had definitely distracted you from your surgery, as your last thought before fading into the powers of anesthesia was Lin.
You woke up in your hospital bed, back in your room. You looked around and saw 20 ‘get well soon’ balloons scattered around your room with a few vases of colorful flowers. Confused, you looked around for a card or some type of addressed item. Your eyes landed on a small post it note stuck to your bedside table. ‘If you’re ever back in town, call me.’ it said. You suddenly remembered all of the events previous to your surgery. You frantically reached for your phone, also by your bedside, and began calling Lin. When he picked up you didn’t actually know what to say. A minute went by of complete silence before you finally broke it. “Lin, I need you” you whispered almost inaudibly. At that Lin was already on his way to the hospital.
He walked in sluggishly not knowing what to expect. When he arrived you smiled up at him slightly. He shuffled his way over to you. “Lin…” you began, your voice raspy. Lin reached for a cup of water by your bedside putting it up to your lips. You gratefully accepted, and took a big gulp. You swallowed before you continued “what happened yesterday Lin?” you asked. He looked at your fragile state before sighing. “I- I’m not quite sure Y/N.” he managed to get out before looking down at his hands. “Yeah, me neither. If you’re gonna kiss me, might as well do it right” you mumbled. His head shot up to look at you. “Shoot, did I say that out loud?” you asked turning red. He answered you by moving a hair out of your face, and leaning into you. This time he added just the right amount of pressure, his lips moving in sync with yours. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly letting him come in. Soon enough you went up for air. Panting from the heated kiss. “Was that better?” he asked, slightly chuckling. “Much.” you said, blushing.
He stayed by your side until you were emitted from the hospital, coming by every break he had. “Lin, you really don’t have to come every day” you said looking at him walking into the room. “Wow, and I thought you enjoyed my company.” he said jokingly, putting a hand over his heart. He walked over and pressed a kiss of your temple. “Besides, I come here to check out the cute nurse, not you” he said smirking. You swatted at his arm laughing. He stayed with you until he was called back to work.
You were out of the hospital in no time. Thanks to Lin’s company, time seemed to fly. Today was your last day in New York, and you decided to to out for dinner with Lin. You were outside of your Hotel room Lin following behind you, insisting you got back safe. You turned around after you opened the door. He handed you a small card with his hand writing on it.
‘If you’re ever back in town, call me.”
You smiled and looked up at him. “I hope it doesn’t take another 10 years” he said rubbing his neck, a smile playing with the corners of his mouth. You grabbed him by the collar and pushed his lips onto yours. When you parted you replied “It won’t, I can bet you that.” He turned to leave when you called out to him. “Oh and Lin, I missed you too.”

Oops

REGGIE MANTLE X READER

Requested? No

A/N: I wrote this a while back and never posted it so I thought why not post it now? Based on the song ‘Oops’ by Little Mix

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• Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we’re better of as friends •

I groaned as my nap was cut short by a loud knock on my door. I tried to move but quickly realised something, or better someone was holding me back. A heavy arm was holding my waist and I looked next to me to see Reggie sleeping. Without waking him up I removed his arm from my body and tiptoed to the door, opening it to reveal my mom “Hey, honey! I just wanted to say your dad and I are going to be gone for a few hours and I-” she looked behind me and stopped talking, raising her eyebrows “I thought you two broke up?” She asked and I nodded, sighing “yeah we did, but we have a history project together and I guess we both just lost track of time and fell asleep” I rubbed my eyes and she nodded “Just be careful okay?” I smiled at her and nodded “I will, have fun with dad”

—–

• Now I accidentally need you, I don’t know what to do Oops, baby I love you•

My brother was the most important person to me. He was my best friend, my soulmate, my everything and I was convinced I couldn’t live without him. No one saw it coming and no one could have prevented it, but it happened. My brother commited suicide and when he died a part of me died with him.

Today marked the 3 year anniversary of his death and I couldn’t get up. I didn’t want to get up, all I wanted to do was lay in bed and sleep until this horrible day was over. I never cried on this day, I refused to cry but when I turned around and looked at the picture of my brother and I smiling and looking like we were having the best day of our lives I broke down for the first time in three years.

My phone buzzed and I whiped away the tears from my cheeks, supressing a sob as I read the text.

‘Reggie Mantle: I’m here for you, I will ALWAYS be here for you. Call me if you want to talk. X’ With shaking hands I pressed call and waited for the call to be answered.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” I sat down on my bed and shook my head “No, can you… can you come over?” I asked and I could hear him jogging down the stairs on the other side “I’m on my way”

The door to my bedroom opened and without thinking I threw myself in his arms and sobbed in his arms as he rubbed my back “It’s okay, I’m here… it’s okay”

—–

• If it was up to me I would take a time machine to the day I said goodbye •

Knocking on the door three times I waited for someone to answer and was soon greeted by a happy Archie “Y/N! You made it” he pulled me into a hug and soon the smell of alcohol hit me “Hey, Archie… you are drunk!” He pulled back and laughed “I aaam” he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside where the party was. With our fingers laced together he dragged me along to a table that had all sorts of drinks on it “I’m gonna go and look for Valerie cuz.. I want her back” he slurred and I laughed and nodded as he walked away. I grabbed a red cup and decided to make myself a vodka soda “Y/N?” I turned around and smiled as soon as I saw Reggie approaching me “Reg, hey!” We hugged for a few seconds before I pulled away, his hands still on my waist “I didn’t know you were coming tonight?” He smiled down at me and for some reason my heart skipped a beat “Yeah, my parents aren’t home so I thought why not?” He chuckled and put a strand of my hair behind my ear “I’m going to see what Chuck and Moose are up too, see you around?” I nodded and he kissed my cheek before leaving. I sat down on the chair and sighed…. why did I ever say goodbye?

—–

• Now I accidentally know that you’re in love with me too •

“Well that was something” the voice broke me out of my thoughts and I looked up to see Joaquin, Kevin’s boyfriend “What was something?” “You and that guy, I could cut the sexual tension with a knife” I laughed and took a sip from my cup “It’s nothing really, we broke up two months ago… he’s just being friendly” Joaquin rolled his eyes and shook his head “Y/N, believe me that was’t just being friendly. Just go and talk to him, Archie’s room is empty. I checked” he winked before walking off. I scanned the room and my eyes landed on Reggie, who was already staring at me. Without thinking I stood up and walked towards him. He smiled at me as I approached him “Hey, you want to go and talk somewhere?” I asked and Reggie looked at me for a few seconds before nodding “Yeah… yeah, I would love to”

Entering Archie’s room I sat down on the bed as Reggie closed the door before walking towards me. It was silent for a few seconds before we both opened our mouths to speak up “I just want to-” “Can we talk ab-” we both laughed and I crossed my arms “You go first” I said and he nodded as he placed his hand on my leg “I… lately I’ve been thinking about us and you and how we broke up and I just…” he paused before continuing “I miss you Y/N, a lot” he smiled and put my hand on his cheek “I miss you too” he breathed out in relief and laughed “Oh, oh good haha because that would’ve been awkward if you didn’t because-” I cut his rant short as I grabbed his face and connected our lips. After a few seconds I pulled away and he cupped my face, smiling “God, we are never breaking up ever again”

• Oops baby, I love you •

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

Hero |Part 2| (Spencer x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really enjoyed writing a part two for you guys and I have lots more requests to write so hopefully I get those in soon!
Warnings: extreme fluff
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: part 2 of Hero
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Spencer and reader have trouble conceiving…
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After a few days in the hospital, you were finally allowed to go home.
Spencer came in one other day to visit you, but not any of the other team members.
You currently sat here in your apartment with a book in your hand when you heard a knock on your door.
You carefully sat up, due to the soreness, and approached the door.
You opened it to see Spencer standing there, wearing his casual cardigan and slacks and his hair untouched.
“Hi Y/N. I uh wanted to just see how…”
“How do you know where I live?” You asked a little creeped out due to the fact he just knows where you live.
Has he been following you?
“Oh um I’m with the FBI and we had your address and I just wanted to see if your recovering well. I also um… it’s too much… I’m just going to go now.” He said awkwardly.
When he turned around to leave, you saw a bouquet of flowers in his hand that had been behind his back.
“Wait Spencer!” You call out.
He turned around with a spark of hope in his eyes.
“I'm… I’m doing well and I appreciate you coming to check on me.” You said leaning on your door frame.
“Well that’s good to hear. Um… I got you these. If you don’t want them it’s totally okay.” He said holding the bouquet of colorful flowers.
“No I’ll take them. That’s very sweet of you. You… you can come inside if you’d like.” You offered presenting your apartment to him.
“Oh thank you but I should really get home.” He said with a look of disappointment.
“Okay but before you leave… do you maybe want to get some coffee sometime?” You asked deciding to make the first move.
“Yeah! Yeah I would really like that.” He said with a smile.
“Okay let me give you my number so we can set the date up.” You said holding out your hand for his.
When the word “date” left your mouth, Spencer’s heart skipped a beat.
You gently held his hand in yours as you scribbled your phone number on his palm.
“Alright. Thanks again for the flowers.” You said.
“Yeah your welcome. Have a good night.” He said with a small wave.
You shut the door and smelt the beautiful flowers before putting them in a vase.
Now, to wait for a message from Spencer Reid.
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The next day you heard your phone buzz and an unknown number on the screen with a text message.
Hi Y/N it’s Spencer. I was wondering if we could meet at the coffee shop that’s a few blocks from your apartment at noon today.
You smiled to yourself and responded.
Yeah that sounds great!
You decided to wear something cute to the date.
You spent nearly an hour trying to find something until you settled on a perfect outfit.
Then, you started to walk down to the coffee shop at 11:30, deciding to get there early.
When the coffee shop was in sight, you heard your name being called from behind you and Spencer running down the street to catch up to you.
“Hi.” You said as he walked next to you.
“Hi. How are you doing?” He asked a little out of breathe.
“I’m doing great how about you?” You asked in return.
“I’m doing great too.” He said, picking up his pace to open the door for you.
“Thank you.” You said with a smile.
He nodded and when he went to go around the door, he ran into the glass with a thud, making his cheeks turn a light shade of crimson.
You giggled quietly and held out your hand.
He seemed confused for a second but then he carefully intertwined his fingers with yours.
You both walked to the empty counter and you ordered (your favorite drink) and Spencer ordered a medium black coffee.
“Do you drink it black?” You asked curiously.
“Oh no I add cream and sugar. It’s too bitter plain.” He said with a closed mouth smile.
When you two got your drinks, you waited as Spencer put cream and sugar in his coffee.
“That’s a lot of sugar.” You pointed out as he put another packet in.
“I like my coffee sweet. My team makes fun of me too.” He said stirring his coffee.
“Spencer I’m not making fun of you. I think it’s cute.” You said, not meaning to say the last part.
A small smile crept upon his lips and you two drank your beverages.
After two hours of talking and getting to know each other you were interrupting by his phone ringing.
“Oh no no no.” He said pulling it out.
“Do you have a case?” You asked slightly disappointed.
“Unfortunately yeah. I’m sorry it had to end so soon. I would like to meet up again sometime.” He said quickly getting his things.
“Yeah I agree.” You said following him out.
“Do you have a ride home?” He asked, frantically looking for a cab.
“No no I walked. I’ll be okay.” You said looking up at him.
He looked down into your eyes, as if asking for something.
You raised yourself on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek before turning around and leaving.
You could practically feel his gaze on your while you started heading towards your apartment again.
You turned around and saw him get in a taxi, smiling when he did the same.
You turned onto your street and was suddenly pushed against the wall.
“How are you doing, lovely?” The unknown man said close to your face.
“Let go of me!” You yelled struggling against the wall.
“Not so fast, pretty. We aren’t done with you yet.” He said as another large man approached.
You heard a screech of a car at the opening of the street, probably a car they are about to throw you into.
Tears streamed down your face as the man kept you in place against the wall.
“Hey get off of her!” You heard a familiar voice yell.
You turned and saw Spencer get punched in the face.
“No! Leave him alone.” You yelled watching Spencer get up and pull out his gun.
“I’m not going to ask you again. Leave unless you want to get arrested for felonious attack.” He said pointing the gun at the man in front of you.
He slowly backed away and ran down the end of the street.
Once they were gone Spencer put his gun in his holster and ran to you, taking you in his arms.
“I’m so sorry I should have walked you home.” He said hugging your head to his chest.
“It’s okay Spencer. I guess I’m just accident prone.” You said letting out a small laugh.
“No that’s not it. It’s just the sick people see your beautiful self walking down the street and think it’s okay to just… disrespect you like that and it’s not okay.” He said pulling away from the hug.
Although he pulled away, you kept holding onto him.
Your hands snaked up his shoulders and you pulled him down to your level, stopping inches away from his lips.
“Is it okay if I…” he interrupted you by pressing his lips to yours.
His lips matched your perfectly, fitting together like two corresponding puzzle pieces.
You pulled away slowly, smiling.
“Y/N… will you be my girlfriend?” He asked shyly.
You looked into his beautiful brown eyes that were full of promise.
“Of course I will Spencer.” You said taking his lips in yours again.
“Wait! Your case!” You pointed out.
His eyes got wide as well and you fixed his tie and hair as he called another cab.
The car pulled up and he opened the door for you.
“I’m not leaving you this time.” He said holding his hand out.
You took it and got into the taxi.
Looks like someone was your hero again.

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Our True Love - Chapter 3

A/N: Thank you for those who are following the story and the one that gave my previous two chapters likes and re-blogs. I really appreciate it! I didn’t think anyone would read it, but I am pleasantly surprised. So thank you very much for that again! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the story! (Again, I apologize in advance for any grammatical mistakes in my stories.)

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None
Word count: 3,043
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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I haven’t laughed this much since Bucky’s engagement party.

“I swear! His white boy’s ass was running with 90 degrees arms on his sides like a robot.” Sam says as he re-enacts the way Steve runs. Bucky is swirling the drink in his hand, eyes staring out to somewhere in the crowd and lost in his own thought.

I clutch my stomach from the laughter, nearly spilling the drink in my hand. Steve only manage little chuckles, watching his friend do the exact opposite way of how he runs. It wasn’t weird to him.

“At least I actually run. Unlike you.” Steve answers. I place my hand over my mouth with my eyes shifting between both of them. Sam lets out a laugh before approaching Steve.

“You want me to show you how it’s done? I bet yo ass that even the Falcon can beat the American eagle any day!” Sam says while cracking his knuckles. Steve lifts his hands up before backing off, admitting defeat.

“Calm down, boys. Especially you, birdbrain.” I say, pushing Sam back a little by his shoulder. It did little to back him off since he is three times bigger than me. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“What about you? I bet you run like a kangaroo.” Sam says directly towards me with a mocking tone. I raise an eyebrow.

“Kangaroos don’t run. And I think I run quite normally compared to the both of you.” I say as Sam rolls his eyes. I look over towards Bucky to see if he is listening; of course not. I follow his gaze into the crowd. My chest tightens a little when I realize who he is looking at: Rosaline. I take a quiet deep breath.

“I bet you run like a robot too, Buck. Heck, you are a half robot yourself.” I call out to him. He turns his head to look at me with a small chuckle.

“Not that I know of. But I have to admit, Steve does run in a weird manner. Even when he was a kid. Right, punk?” He says while petting his hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve rolls his eyes this time, getting a little tired of people making fun of the way he runs.

I watch as Steve and Bucky exchange laughter with each other at the statement Sam just made. The pain of the heartbreak is still there, but it is bearable now. After that night when Bucky was angry at me, I apologized to him the next day. He was still angry at me. But after a while, we are fine again. Not like what we used to be though, even lesser than that.

I missed seeing him laugh and smile. The way his hair falls down to his face when he leans down. The way his eyes stare at yours when you both talk. It helps with my acceptance process. I was also able to talk with Rosaline without feeling that physical pain in my chest. I even managed to visit their apartment without the need to bawl my eyes out when I get home.

“How are things with Rosaline, Frozone?” He directs the question to Bucky, catching my attention. A hint of red on his cheeks form before he steals a quick glance towards the laughing Rosaline by the couches.

“Great. She makes me happy. It is wonderful.” He answers, a little hesitant. When he talks about the things he loves, he gets shy. This side of him had always been adorable.

“Yeah, seems like you both are very happy together.” Steve says wrapping an arm around Bucky’s shoulder to pull him into a quick side hug. Bucky only let out a small laugh.

To see Bucky so happy, it does make my heart light up. The twinkle in his eyes, the sweet smile, and the shy voice: all had been traits of Bucky that I missed the most. I’m happy to get to see them again. Steve glances over at me. I replied to him with a smile. A very genuine one.

“Have you done the dirty?” Sam asks straights out, making me choke on my drink. Steve nudges Sam, signalling him to shut up. Bucky’s face turns into a playful one.

“Of course.”

That answer somehow made something rip inside my heart.

“So a baby might pop out soon, huh? You and Steve should plan that out. Both of your children will be friends like you both were. I bet Sharon and Rosaline don’t mind.” Sam adds. The thought made my head spin. Looks like I was wrong into thinking that I was already accepting their marriage after all.

“Y/N! Come here.” Sharon calls out for me. I breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Be right back.” I say to them before heading over to her. Thank God, Sharon. I can hear Steve and Sam laughing as I make my way through the crowd. Perhaps it was good that I left. I don’t know how I’ll handle the rest of that conversation.

When I arrived at the couches, Sharon was with Rosaline and a man I’ve never seen before. I held my breath when I finally saw his face.

“Y/N, this is Richard, my step-brother. He recently moved here to find a job.” Rosaline introduces him to me as her brown eyes sparkle under the light. When my eyes caught with his, I feel little butterflies flutter around in my stomach. He was extremely good looking.

Dark brown hair, green eyes, tan skin and a very sexy jaw line.

“H…Hi, Richard, nice… uh, a pleasure meeting you. I’m Y/N.” I stutter a little while holding my hand out to shake his. He gives me the warmest and sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. And I thought Bucky’s smile was the sweetest.

“The pleasure is all mine, Y/N. I heard a great deal about you from these two ladies.” He says charmingly.

His voice melts my very core. I blush at the statement as he pulls my hand up to leave a sweet kiss on the back of it. I can feel my insides shake at the elegant gesture. His lips feels soft and warm against my skin.

“I hope they said nothing bad about me.” I joke, keeping my eyes glued on him.

“Well, that’s that, I need to check on the cake. Richard, why don’t you chat with Y/N? Come, Sharon.” Rosaline winks at me before pulling Sharon off the couch. Sharon just smiles before trailing after Rosaline.

I watch them disappear out into the kitchen while still trying to make sense of that little wink Rosaline just delivered to me. Now here I am, sitting alone with this man I had just met. My heart beats fast as I sink deeper into the couch with my drink still in my hand.  

This is so awkward. I don’t deal well with new people by myself. Especially when that person is extremely hot. I grip onto the glass in my hand a little tight, unsure of how to start a conversation with this man.

“You work at the Avengers Headquarters, as Rosy says?” He begins, sipping on the glass of wine in his hand. I didn’t try to make eye contact with him, not when I’m alone. I just feel like I will make a fool of myself at any second if I do.  

“Yeah, I manage files mostly. Keeping the system organized in the missions division.” I answer, keeping my eyes down at my feet.

“They must depend on you a lot then. You work hard, don’t you?” He asks. I let out a small laugh still my eyes glued to my shoes. But I do manage a few glances every now and then. He is handsome after all; I can’t miss this chance.

“No, I just keep things organized more than anything really. That’s all.” I say, glancing up at him. I catch his green eyes in mine. My heart skips a beat.

“Hm, how long have you been working there?” He asks, still keeping a strong grip on my gaze. I play with my hair, straightening it out; it was a little tangled.

Oh God, wait, how do I even look like, right now? My eyes shift around the room to see if I can get a reflection of myself anywhere. Is my hair okay? Is it tangled and weird? Is my face clean? Is there a little chocolate stain on the side of my lips when I ate that chocolate earlier? Is there boogers in my nose?

“Y/N?” I jump at his voice.

“Ye…Yes?” I say looking at him. He raises an eyebrow. So cute.

“I asked you a question.” His chuckle is so warm and sweet, like hot chocolate.

“O…Oh yeah. Urr, I’ve been working there for four years.” I say. My voice is a little shaky. Oh God, such an impression I’m leaving on this man. He lets out a small laugh. I look at him surprised.

“Sharon told me that you can be very shifty and nervous around new people.” He says, looking right through me. I turn back to the glass in my hand, embarrassed at his statement. Gosh, I’m an idiot.

“Just relax and don’t be shy. I’m a laidback kind of guy.” He says, leaning into me a little. I look at him, catching his eyes in mine again. Stunning. This man is utterly beautiful. So beautiful it made me forget all about my heartbreak when Bucky slipped that ring on Rosaline’s finger.

I take a deep breath before managing a smile. Right. I should just take it easy with this. We ended up talking that whole night after I finally manage to grow comfortable around him.

Both getting excited when either of us mentioned the things we like. Like our love and interest for musicals, the different books and the types of music among others. Agreeing with each other on certain things we disagree upon and debating on the ones we do have different views on.

It was like out of a book. Meeting someone who just seems to understand everything we say and feel. I had forgotten where I was after being so deep in a conversation with him. It felt like we were the only ones in the room despite the other twenty different people there.

I was happy and excited. We both had an instant connection. But, all the while we were conversing, I could not shake the feeling of someone watching us from far.

People started leaving at around eleven at night. I step outside in the small garden to get some fresh air after Rosaline called Richard over to help her.

Steve and Sharon had planted the flowers in the back, but all that’s left are leaves since it is summer. I look at the clear night sky, catching a few stars scattered around in the blanket of darkness. I smile satisfyingly.

“You seemed to have enjoyed yourself tonight.” Steve’s voice coming from behind. I turn to look at him. I blush a little when I catch a glimpse of Richard talking to Sam inside the house. I smile.

“Yeah, it was nice. Thank you for inviting me. I hope Sharon will like the perfume.” I say, drifting my attention back to the sky. Steve stands next to me following my gaze to the sky above.

“I’m sure she will.” We were quiet for a few moments. The laughter and chatter from inside the house is still loud despite how many people left.

“Do you still have feelings for Bucky?” That question just slapped me in the face. Hard. I forgot about Bucky momentarily when I was lost in Richard’s eyes.

“Takes a while, Steve. Three years of feelings does not fade away in three months. But I am doing better every day.” I answer. I suddenly smelt a familiar scent when the breeze brushes through. I inhale the air and turn my attention to a bush flower just next to me.

“Lavender?” I ask. Steve nods. His blue eyes seems bright under the night sky.

“Oh. You need them too, huh?” I look up at him, picking off a stem of the flower from the bush.

“I do have problem sleeping sometimes, yes. But I mostly grew them for Bucky.” I look up at him, blinking. I let out a small giggle.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just the things that you would do for Bucky is adorable.” I say while running the flowers under my nose. Such a heavenly scent.

Steve keeps his eyes on me. He slides his hands in his pocket, showing the little shyness creeping up from underneath his blank expression. Anyone is lucky enough to get Steve as their best friend. He will do anything to keep you safe. I wonder if Bucky even knows how much Steve cares for him.

“Steve. Rosaline and I are about to leave.” Bucky calls out from the doorway of the house. Speak of the devil. He looks at me surprised.

“Oh, Y/N. I was looking for you.” He says while coming down the steps towards Steve. His blue polo shirt and black jeans make him blend in with the darkness around the garden a little too easily. Only that his metal arm would have given away his position if he did try to sneak up on someone.

“I’ll go say bye to Rosaline first, then.” Steve makes his way up to his house a little too fast. I am left alone with Bucky now. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t know what to expect if I ended up making contact with them.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asks. I twirl the stem between my fingers, smiling to myself before looking up at him. His light blue eyes staring deeply into mine.

“I did. It was so much fun. Did you?” I answer genuinely. I truly enjoyed my time here, especially with Richard. It was the break I needed, with the exception of the little questions from both Sam and Steve earlier.

“I did as well… Richard seems to like it being around you.” He says. My heart jumps a little at the mention of his name. When I turn to Bucky he had a surprised look on his face. I must’ve been blushing.

“Is that so? He is interesting and we did talk a lot. We share a lot of things in common.” I say while remembering back to the conversations we had. His expression changes a little.

“You seem to awfully like it being around him too.” Bucky says, running his metal fingers through his hair. I watch his hand carefully brushes the strands away from his face. The way the metal glimmers under the moonlight and the light from inside the house reflects on his features takes my breath away.

I was speechless. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I stare at him. He is truly a piece of art work. From the top of his head down to the shoes; he looks like someone straight out of a painting. His blue eyes fall back on me.

“What?” He asks, pulling me out of my daydream. I shake my head before smelling the scent of the flowers in my hand again. It calmed my nerves.

“Lavender?” He asks while looking at me. I look down at the flowers before holding it out to him.

“Yup. Do they still help you sleep?” I ask him. He holds out his metal hand, accepting the flower. Despite it being a killing a machine, his metal hand holds the flower rather delicately. He was afraid to crush it.

“Yeah. A little.” He answers while looking at me.

“I’m glad. Keep using it then.” I say while tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Bucky, honey. Let’s go!” Rosaline calls out from inside the house.

“I’ll be there, doll.” He shouts back at her. The tone of his voice made my heart crack. I manage a smile for him.

“I’ll see you later then, Sergeant.” I hesitate for a moment but eventually, I reach out to give him a good solid hug. His arms wrap around me tightly and almost desperately too. The way he pulled me in against him knocked a bit of the wind out of me. A moment of nostalgia passes through us.

I haven’t hugged Bucky in so long now, have I?

After what feels like forever, I pulled myself away from the hug. I didn’t want anyone to see us like that. Bucky didn’t seem to want to let me go in that instance, though. My hands linger on his shoulders as his lingers on my waist. I look up at him, examining the familiar blue eyes. One I had seen so many times at nights like these.

“Y/N, I—”

“Y/N! I found you!” Richard yells while going down the small steps. I glance over at Bucky when I feel his hands suddenly gripping at my shirt. But we part away from each other immediately when Richard approached us.

“I’d like your phone number, please.” He says while handing me his phone. I take the phone and enter in my number quickly. When I hand it back to him, Richard leans in to peck my cheeks softly. My body froze when his lips make contact against my skin again. My chest feels like it’s going to burst.

“Thank you, darling. We’ll keep in contact. Let’s go, James.” Richard winks at me before making his way up the steps. I place my hand over my cheeks where Richard had kissed me. My face warms up.

“James!” Richard calls out again, waiting by the doorway. I look over at Bucky who is still standing next to me. He is wearing a rather dark expression on his face. He looks over at me.

“I’ll see you later.” He says darkly as he makes his way back into the house. I watch him as he disappears into it with Richard. My heart is beating wildly and happily inside my chest at the kiss Richard had left me with. But at the same time, my chest tightens with worry; why did Bucky look so angry?

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A/N: I didn’t realize that with each chapters, the story gets longer and longer. I’ll try to play it down a little next time, but we’ll see. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to fix or improve on. Your inputs are much appreciated. Thank you very much!

Next chapter coming soon!