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Scavenger Hunt

Stiles/Derek, T, 2500 words, Meet Cute AU

Written for the following prompt:

“i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au

“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he wrestles his roll bag over their entry mat.

“That’s still not funny,” Scott says, without looking up from his textbook.

“Once again, we disagree.”

Scott snorts. “How was the trip?”

“Fine,” he says, plopping down right in the middle of the living room to start unpacking. “Typical conference. Some sessions were actually interesting, most were boring as shit.”

Scott hums, already absorbed again in his reading. Stiles reaches for the zipper on his suitcase but then freezes—this is definitely the same brand as his suitcase, but he doesn’t remember this extra zippered pocket on the top.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?”

Stiles grimaces. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t my suitcase. Goddamn it.”

Scott finally looks up, frowning. “Shit, really? How’d you manage that?”

“It was a redeye,” Stiles says, running a hand through his hair. “I was exhausted, in fucking LaGuardia, and I was just trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.”

“Is there a name on it? Are you sure it’s not yours?”

“Pretty sure,” Stiles says, feeling around the sides for the pocket. He sighs when he pulls out the little card and sees that it’s blank. “Motherfucker. This is definitely not my suitcase because I’m actually smart enough to put my name on it.”

“Sorry, man,” Scott says sympathetically as Stiles falls back on the rug with an anguished groan.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Open it,” Scott suggests. “Maybe there’s something with their name on it.”

Stiles fiddles with the zipper. He’s nosy as hell, in general, and normally he’d be jumping at the chance to rifle through someone else’s personal belongings. But… 

“What if there’s like, dead bodies in there or something?” he asks, and Scott just stares at him for a second. Stiles rolls his eyes—that’s a perfectly valid concern. Or maybe he watches too many police procedurals, whatever. “Okay, fine.”

Stiles holds his breath as he slowly unzips the suitcase, but nothing happens when he lets the top part flop back onto their crappy, threadbare rug. There’s a Dodgers hat on top, and Stiles grimaces. “Well, they have shitty taste in baseball teams.”

He sets the hat carefully aside and keeps digging. The person is neat, whoever they are, because everything is folded, and all the dirty clothes are even all contained in their own zippered bag. At first glance, there’s nothing too out of the ordinary—phone charger, American Gods, Calvin Klein briefs. Fancy, he thinks. There’s a monogrammed leather toiletry bag (DSH, he commits those initials to memory), and he pokes through it.

“I’m gonna make an educated guess that it’s a guy.”

“Why’s that?” Scott says, finally looking somewhat interested in this mystery.

Stiles holds up an electric razor. “And that he’s maybe not totally straight,” he says, brandishing a little bottle of lube that’s about three-quarters full.

Scott rolls his eyes. “Lots of people use lube.”

“Yeah, but do you travel with it?” Stiles counters, and Scott sighs.

“No,” he admits. “Did you find anything with his actual name on it?”

“Not yet,” Stiles says absently. He continues to rifle through the bag until he’s pretty sure he has his plan of attack. “Okay. I’m gonna find out who it is,” he says with a determined nod, and Scott frowns.

“How? This is New York City! There are literally millions of dudes here.”

“It’ll be like a real-life scavenger hunt,” Stiles says dreamily, ignoring Scott as he carefully lays his three chosen items out on the coffee table. “This is awesome.”

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AHS Hotel: “Her husband is going to kill you”

Your husband, James was nowhere to be found so you decided to pay Liz a visit at the bar.

Sally happened to be there too, so you sat right next to her. There was also an older caucasian man drinking alone just sitting 1 stool away from you. He looks like he is in his 60′s.

You, Liz, & Sally were having a nice conversation until the man randomly budded in saying, “you’re disgusting.” He was swaying his head as he was holding his drink. He obviously seemed drunk.

You turned your head to look at him and mugged him, not saying a word because you assumed he was just talking to himself. Then you turned back around to face Liz. Sally just looked at him as she was smoking her cigarette and Liz raised a brow at him.

“You’re disgusting,” he repeated while looking at me.

“What?” You looked back at him, with a confused look on your face.

Sally, still having a cigarette in her mouth said, “Excuse me?”

He pointed at me, while drunkily saying, “You have no respect for yourself. Look at what you’re wearing. And too much makeup.”

This man came out of nowhere. You felt more confused than you felt disrespected. You found it quite hilarious, actually. All you’re wearing are 5 inch heels with an all black jumpsuit that showed cleavage. It’s not like you were naked. Maybe this man was just having a bad day or maybe his wife cheated on him. I mean, he was alone. Who knows. But you weren’t going to let it ruin your day.

“Who gives a crap about what she’s wearing?” Liz annoyingly says to the man.

“Yeah, she looks hot. Fuck off.” Sally adds.

The man takes a chug from his beer. “Whore”, he sloppily words. 

You let out a fake laugh and flipped your hair. “You’re funny.” 

The old man is so drunk that he accidentally knocks his beer bottle, having the rest of the beer spill on you. He didn’t even care to pick it up, so he spat on the floor. 

Sally rolls her eyes and puts her cigarette in the ash tray. 

Liz picks up the bottle and quickly grabs a towel to hand to you. “Her husband is going to kill you.” She points at the man.

“It’s alright, Liz. Don’t worry about it. He’s quite hilarious actually. My day has been boring until this loser came along.” You said as you were patting your clothes dry with the towel.

“I ain’t afraid of nothing.” The man says while glaring at you, emphasizing the word ‘nothing’. He stood up, getting ready to leave but Liz walks around the bar and grabs the him by the shirt. “You don’t talk to the lady of the house like that! Do you hear me?”

“No Liz, it’s alright really. He’s just drunk.” You say to Liz, putting your hand on her arm to calm down. Liz was always so loyal to you because you’ve done so much for her as a friend.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Me and Sally are going to escort this punk out of here.” Liz says and glances at Sally. 

Sally nods her head and gets up. “We’ll be back.”

Both Sally and Liz take the man downstairs. Will Drake passes them at the top of the stairs heading to the bar. 

“Y/N, what was that all about?” Will points at them laughing, then goes to pour himself a drink.

“Long story. He’s just wasted.” You laugh back.

………………..

15 minutes pass and Liz comes back. Sally didn’t come back with her. She probably went back to her room or something.

“Damn Liz, took you long enough.” You said sarcastically.

Liz sashays to her spot behind the bar, popping her lips saying, “Yup.” She seemed like she was up to something, but you didn’t question it.

“It wasn’t a big deal, but thanks for having my back anyways.”

Liz puts one hand on her hip and snaps her fingers with the other. “Oh don’t worry about it. He was messing with my girl, Y/N. By the way, James said he needs to see you in the laundry room.”

“Uh laundry room. For what?” You were so confused. Laundry room? Out of all places, James wants to meet you there? Whatever. If your husband needs to see you, you’re definitely going to be there.

“Who knows, hun.” Liz shrugs.

……………..

Once you’ve reached the laundry room, you see James with his sleeves rolled up standing behind the man that disrespected you at the bar. The man is on his knees with his hands tied up in front of him looking afraid, but not saying a word. You figured James roughed him up a bit before you got there. “You will pay for disrespecting my queen.” You hear James tell the man as you walked in.

“James?”

“Ah, darling!” James turns around and looks at you with excitement.

“What is going on?” You stood there surprised. You didn’t expect Liz and Sally to really go out of there way to bring the man to James. You really thought they both escorted him out of the hotel. No wonder it took Liz forever to get back. 

“This is the creature that Liz and Sally have informed me that said such vile things to you at the bar, no?”

“Yes. Yes he is.” You said with an evil grin. You knew exactly what James was going to do. So you cross your arms in front of you and watch him. You also remembered that James needed a fix as well. It’s been a little over a week since he’s killed anyone, anyways.

The man turns his head to look at James. “You’re never going to get away with this.” He turns his head back to face the opened laundry chute.

James leans over and whispers in the man’s ear. “I happen to disagree with you.”

Something about James right now just turns you on. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s looks sexy with his sleeves rolled up or if it’s because he’s so protective over you that he’s willing to kill for you. Or maybe it’s both.

James stands up straight, then roughly bashes the back of the man’s head with his hammer and throws his body down the chute. Good riddance.

James wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. You walk over to James and whisper in his ear, “I love watching you kill.” Then you leave the room to head over to your bedroom. You knew that saying that would turn James on and that he would soon be following after you.

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*NOT MY GIFS*

I’ve been loving adding gifs to my stories lately! lol I like to make it feel as real as possible as you’re reading. I’ve been starting to get my story inspirations from looking up gifs.

Acceptance Speech

Summary: (Modern!AU) In which Bucky uses his time on stage at the Oscars to let the world in on a secret he’s been keeping for more than two years.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,217

A/N: Happiest of happy birthdays to my twin, @imaginingbucky . You are a queen and I adore you with every single ounce of my being. I know how much you love award shows, so I hope you enjoy this too.

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Bucky feels like a nervous teenager as he sits in the backseat of a stretch limousine, waiting to arrive at his destination. His hands are clammy, his heart is beating too quickly and he can’t stop tapping his foot on the floor. After six years in the acting business, he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s attended more than his fair share of award shows to know all kinds of techniques to keep any concerns at bay. Yet here he is trying his hardest not to hyperventilate and hold his water bottle without spilling it all over his expensive suit. He’d never hear the end of it from his stylist if he did.

“Looking forward to the show tonight?” Vision asks, momentarily catching Bucky’s gaze in the rear view mirror.

Bucky pulls at the collar of his shirt before shifting slightly. Usually this backseat offers him the comfort he needs, no matter how he’s feeling. Today he might as well be sitting on rocks. “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound it,” Viz observes, as he makes a right turn down a side street. He’s an expert at getting you where you need to go while also avoiding all of the LA traffic. “Is it because you’re up for ‘Best Actor in a Leading Role’?”

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Last Game Summary *MAJOR SPOILERS*

MAJOR SPOILERS! If you don’t want to be spoiled about Last Game just don’t read this. Also, for those who are gonna spazz and post about the summary PLEASE DON’T SPOIL FOR OTHERS WHO DON’T WISH TO BE SPOILED. (There are people trust me). If you are gonna post about Last Game please use the hashtag #last game spoilers so people can block it. Thank you.

The show I went to had the liveviewing for the seiyuu greetings as well so I’ll write a bit of that after this.

Now if you want to be spoiled, please continue!!

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Perfect - Tom Holland

Hello hello everyone! So this isn’t based on a request but I have been absolutely obsessed with Perfect by Ed Sheeran and was very inspired to write this. If you’ve never heard this song I totally recommend that you do I linked it below so you can listen as you read. I have seen posts like this before so I’m sorry if you’ve seen stuff like this already and I tried to make this as original as possible. Hope you enjoy! I apologize in advance as this got so much longer than I had intended but, here it is! Comment or message me for requests! 

Word Count: 7k (whoops) 

Warnings: Some swearing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Vv-BfVoq4g 

“I found a love for me. Darling just dive right in, and follow my lead”

Tom remembers the day that you came into his life. Your hair was in a messy, yet not so messy bun, wavy strands falling out near the sides of your face, framing it beautifully. Your long eyelashes fluttered when you blinked, your bright orbs stunning his senses. He notices a MacBook under your arm and a college sweatshirt under your army green jacket. A single strap of a backpack slung over your shoulder as the other hangs by your back. You had come into a coffee shop on a gloomy afternoon, that just so happened to be the afternoon that Harrison and Tom snuck offset. Not being able to take the suit off, Tom opted to hide the costume not-so-skillfully under a shirt and long jacket

“Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet” 

Tom waited in line impatiently and anxiously as he was not supposed to be wearing the suit anywhere off the movie set. He was already terrible at keeping secrets. As you had gotten into line directly after him, you had noticed the young man standing in front of you in the blue and red tight pants that also covered his feet. You scoffed a small laugh through your lips, raising an eyebrow, deciding to comment on the guys interesting choice of legwear as you waited in line. 

“Those pants are, amazing” You smiled sweetly, amusement apparent in your voice as you took a step to stand beside him. Tom was so focused on not getting caught that he didn’t even realize that the beautiful girl he had noticed earlier had been behind him. Your voice sounded like the perfect music to Tom’s ears. It gave him a warm feeling that he could barely describe. To your comment, his cheeks took on a blush and he became flustered for a moment before answering. Before he could even think of what to say, needing to choose words carefully due to the situation,

“Yeah I know right,” He takes a moment to look down at his legs. “I made a bold choice in pants today, how do they look?” His accent rung in your ears and took you by surprise. Embarrassingly enough, your facial expression showed that for you. 

“Whoa!” You gasped, “Your English! What the hell are you doing here?” You joked, giggles erupting from your lips. Another sound of harmony to Tom. 

“I’m here for work actually” Tom states, chuckling at your sense of humor. 

“Ahh” You nodded. “Are those the pants that you wear to work?” You raise your eyebrows, your chest bubbling in the light-hearted banter. 

“Yeah” Toms mouth curls into a large opened mouth smile. You had no idea that he was being completely serious, and that he had purposefully meant for his answer to sound like a joke. 

“I have to say, they look kinda like something that Spiderman would wear or something.” You mentioned, looking at his feet and shins at the design of the fabric. Tom panics for a split second, eyes opening wide. He quickly covers it up. 

“Really? Do you like Spiderman?” He questions innocently, interested as to what you would say. 

“Oh my god yes! I’m a total Marvel nerd!” You gushed. This made Tom’s heart swell. 

“Me too-” Tom gets cut off by being called up in line. The pair meets again not but three minutes later as they stand to wait for their drinks. 

“So British boy, where do you find pants like those?” You smirk, scanning his legs for the tenth time, not being able to shake the feeling that you had seen them somewhere before. 

“Um,” Tom weighs his choices for a reply, and there are not many. “I don’t even remember.” “Come on, you can’t just forget where you buy a pair of pants like that” You wave your hands, gesturing to his legs. 

“Well American girl,” He smirks, repeating your commentary. “I guess I did forget.” He nods, toothless smile apparent. 

“Shame” You gave him a sideways smile, your eyes locking for a moment or two longer than they probably needed to. “What’s your name Britain?” 

“Tom” He chuckles as he responds. 

“Y/N” You toothlessly grin back. You hear Tom’s name get called from behind the counter but he ignores it, as he is too busy looking at you as he thinks about your name. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. He is broken out of his trance when you point to the counter, motioning to the fact that his drinks were prepared and ready. Flustered once again, he takes the two drinks, wanting nothing more than to stay with her rather than going back to film. 

“I’m sorry, I have to get back to work. But I can’t help but want to talk to you more.” 

His comment makes you smile. A light pink spreading its way across your cheeks. You hold up a single finger to him, telling him to wait for one moment. You stride back to your bag where you find a pen quickly. You walk back to find Tom sipping on one of the coffees in his hand. You reach him just as he takes it back from his lips. You extend your arm, taking it from his hand, writing your number neatly on the white paper cup. You hand it back to him. 

“Now, we can talk as much as you’d like.” You name is called and you take your drink. “Have fun at work” You shoot Tom a sly smile. You then turn about back to where you had set down your bag and Macbook. Tom is awestruck as he realizes what you have done, and his mouth remains in an agape smile as he finds Harrison, telling him everything. He waits a while before texting you, but his excitement gets the best of him. 

Hi Y/N

To his delight, your respond quickly. 

So, those are the pants that you wear to work then huh?

“I never knew you were the someone waiting for me. ‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love. Not knowing what it was” 

The nineteen-year-old Tom Holland had been on a train of crazy adventures before even turning twenty. The acting, the fame, becoming the new spiderman. Somehow it was you that took him by surprise the most. He knew he wanted to focus on his acting, and he hoped that if he worked hard that he could achieve his dreams. But you, he never saw you coming, and that hit him like a brick wall moving at the speed of light. 

Tom knew that after you met, all that he wanted to do was see you again. But he did not know that he would. He would see you. He would see you again, and again, and another time after that. All throughout the time that Tom was filming in Atlanta, he wanted to see you, and he did. And you wanted to see him too. In the months that Tom had gotten to know you, and date after date, you soon became his girlfriend. 

Once Tom had stopped filming in Atlanta, he had gone back home. But somehow that didn’t stop the two of you. You just so happened to be studying abroad for a semester. Abroad meaning England. There, you saw Tom very often, there Tom had realized something. You were it for him. And for a while, he had no idea what that meant. He had loved people in the past, but this was so much different. So much better. All Tom knew is that you made him feel like nothing else. A feeling that he could only describe in few ways. Like a child hearing sleigh bells on Christmas Eve’s night. Like sitting by the fireplace wrapped in a blanket with your dog. 

Like finding the one that you love. 

I will not give you up this time” 

After the semester was over, you inevitably moved back to the states. Knowing this, Tom never found a time to tell you the way that he felt. The distance would put a dent in your relationship, so, you broke things off. It was one of the hardest things that you had ever done, but you thought it was right. You only had one more semester to finish school, and you had to focus on that. 

Tom sulked for weeks. After seeing you so often within the seven months that you had known each other, having you ripped away so quickly took a toll on the young man. He tried to convince himself that yes, it was the right thing for the two of you to do. But he simply could not bring himself to that awful conclusion. He couldn’t just give up. 

So he didn’t. 

Tom booked a fight, packed a bag, and journeyed to find you. When he did, told you everything. 

“Y/N” He started. 

“But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you’re holding mine”

“Tom?” You questioned, eyes wide. “What the hell are you doing-” He cut you off by kissing you more passionately than he ever had before. His heart began to glow as you did not resist him, but kissed back, just as hard. You had been miserable without him too. 

“I don’t care about what you think is right, because us not being together, that, that isn’t right. I know it may be difficult, but I don’t care about that either. All I care about is you. Y/N I fucking love you, and honestly, if you love me too, that’s all that matters” And so he had said it. “You have my heart, and I hope I have yours” You smiled as your eyes filled with happy tears. You let out a watery laugh. 

“Oh Tom, Tom Holland you do. You have my heart. I love you” 

“You do?” He takes a moment to process the words that you are saying. 

You look into his eyes, and the look that you give him is all he needs to confirm. “You do.” 

Yes, I do. And I have no idea, how this is gonna work, or what we’re gonna do, but-” 

“We’ll do it” Tom finishes your statement for you. “Now shut up and kiss me”

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song” 

Now it wasn’t always easy, but somehow, the two of you had done it. In four months, you finished your last semester of college at took to the stars as an aspiring writer, trying to get your first book published, and Tom was preparing for the release of Spiderman. Just before the release party, the two of you celebrated one year of dating over facetime. 

Having never been to a Hollywood event before, you were exceedingly nervous about everything. Tom took care of a lot, booking the two of you a place to stay for the week, arranging his limo to pick you up beforehand, helping you find a place for you to get a dress. Having become close friends with Laura and Zendaya, the three of you got extravagant dresses together, and their teams of stylists did your hair and makeup. 

There was a line of limos, carrying most of the cast. The girls got into their respective limos, leaving me to wait for Tom. You watched as he stepped out of the black limousine, looking dashing as ever. 

The two of you hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, but when Tom picked you up in a limo on the way to the red carpet that night, he was more astonished at the sight of you than he had ever been. 

“Why don’t you look handsome spiderboy” You approached him from behind. He smirks, turning around, but his smirk fades into awe as he drinks in the sight of the women that is his. “What?” 

“You” He begins to take large strides towards you. “I love you” And then he smashes your lips to his. To this, you squeal against his lips. He gently leans you back, his hand supporting you on the soft skin of your spine. “You look absolutely stunning darling,” he said as he slowly took his lips from yours. Darling. A word that held a soft spot for you.

“Smooth Holland” You giggled, referring to the dipped position you were in, looking like something straight out of a movie. “Thank you, darling” You mimicked him as you often did, reaching a hand to his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I love you too” 

And with that, he opened the door for you to get inside, and the two of you were off to the premier. As you neared the red carpet, a million thoughts ran through Toms’ head. He was so nervous. All he wanted was for people to like the movie. All he wanted was for you to like the movie. His biggest fear is that you wouldn’t love it as much as he did. You had noticed his bouncing leg and shaky breaths and placed a hand just above his knee. You reassured him with your touch and your eyes. 

“You know how we’ve been talking about announcing our relationship?” You ask Tom. 

“Yes,” He looks at you, mind distracted from his nerves. 

“What if we do it tonight? We’ve been together for so long and your fans practically know already, I think it’s time” 

“Babe, I would love to. As long as you are ready and okay with it” Tom responds, remember previous conversations on this topic. You were drowning in worry and fear of what people would think and how this would change your life. Right as you pull up the red carpet and the flashing lights, you nod to him, confirming that you are ready for this life-changing moment. 

“You ready love?” You ask him. 

“Oh my god yeah, let’s go” He rushes, nerves consuming him once again. You gave him a lighthearted kiss. 

“You got this” 

This gave Tom a small boost in confidence as he opened the door. The screams are defining as he waves to the press and the people. He turns, helping you out of the vehicle and it seems that the cheering gets even louder.  

After that, the night went absolutely beautifully. You walked the red carpet, managing somehow not to fall over your heels. You spoke to Tom’s co-stars who were friends of your as well. You and Tom took pictures with fans, and you finally announced the fact that you were indeed together. The response was overwhelmingly positive. Everyone went inside and you watched the movie. You held Tom’s hand in yours, loving every second of the film. Tom smiled, being reassured more and more every time you laughed. 

The after party of the premiere was a blur. So many people were coming up to Tom, praising him for his work. Many people approached you as well, asking for your autograph and wanting to speak with you. You were taken aback just by the fact that so many people knew who you were, for your writing as well as you being with Tom. 

Much to your dismay, you had no chance to steal a dance with your favorite man all night. Though you were completely understanding and accepting of why. On your way back to the house you were staying, Tom was surging with energy, on cloud nine from the experience. He’s voice flooded your ears about the people he had spoken too as well as what they had said. You were nothing but happy for him. After thirty minutes of Tom’s nonstop talking, which you didn’t mind one bit, Tom leaned back in his seat, letting out an exasperated breath. 

“What a fucking night” You giggled at his demeanor. The limo stopped at the secluded house and you both thanked the driver. 

“I’m so proud of you” You kissed his cheek as you stepped out of the car. 

“Thank you, darling. I don’t know if I could have gotten through tonight without you though, I’m so glad you could come” 

“Tom I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” You leaned your head on his shoulder as you walked up the drive. 

“Although,” Tom turned to face you. “I am slightly disappointed that I never got that dance we promised each other” He cocks one eyebrow upwards. You remember back to the night of your anniversary when you shared your want for a slow dance with him at the premiere. 

“I can fix that,” You told him. “Come here” You take his hand, leading him to the edge of the concrete where you discarded your beautiful yet painful heels. He soon follows, taking off his fancy dress shoes and socks, stepping from the pavement to the cool grass. You take him round to the back of the house where you set your shoes and your clutch purse after retrieving your phone. You turn on a song that you both love, clicking the volume all the way up. Tom sends you a loving smile as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He hands slide around your hips, keeping them at the small of your back as you sway to the soft music. 

“When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight”

“The movie was amazing Tom” You continue to talk about your favorite scenes, Tom letting you ramble as you had let him. Soon rain began to fall on the two of you. Tom spins you and the rain turns into a pour. You both look upwards and laugh. You pull Tom in closer, resting your head on his chest.  “I probably look ridiculous” You laugh. 

“Darling you look perfect” He mumbles. And with that, you kiss him, unable to grasp the fact that he can still make you blush so furiously. 

“Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know”

One of the things that Tom loves the most about you is how strong you are. You are undoubtedly his rock, and he had no idea how you do it. He knows that you have been through a lot of hardships in your life, and though it all, you still remain the strongest person he has ever met. Tom remembers the first time that you saw him cry. 

You were accompanying him and the cast on a few of the dates on the spiderman release tour. Today, he was going to a children’s hospital to surprise children in the Spiderman suit. You stood by his side, taking videos and pictures and talking with the parents of the children. 

The circumstances had made you and Tom emotional throughout the day, but when you had returned to the hotel that night, Tom completely broke down, crumbling in your arms. It happened almost instantly after you had opened the door to your shared room. You and Tom hadn’t spoken much on the way home, you know he loves doing these things, but you hated how it affected him afterward. You threw you belongings onto the table and turned to face Tom who sits on the bed, his eyes were red and watering, and you could tell that he had been holding back. You sit beside him crossing your legs and placed a comforting hand on his cheek and he melts into it. A few tears streaming down his face. 

“Oh honey” You whispered, already knowing what was the matter.

That’s when he lost it. You moved your hand, leading him into a hug and Tom began sobbing to no end. You move over his lap to straddle him, pulling his head to your shoulder. 

“Shh shh, Tom” You pulled him close to you, rocking him back and forth. “It’s okay. It’s okay” You tell him, on the verge of tears yourself. 

“Y/N, they deserve so much better” He sobs, his body convulsing. “They don’t deserve all of that shit” He tries to say, but his voice won’t allow him. Instead of trying to continue, he clutches you tighter, holding on for dear life. 

“Oh god, Tom I know. Baby, I know” You hold him tighter. “It’ll be okay” You stay like that for a while as his tears dry out and his throat becomes numb. At that point, he is simply worn out. In silence, your both change and climb back onto the bed, where you can tell Tom is still rather upset. You pull him on top of you and rub his back. You change to rubbing his hair, and soon he falls to sleep with tear stained cheeks, knowing that if nothing else good in this cruel world of sick and evil, he always has you. 

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday, I’ll share her home” 

You were aware of the fact that Tom had been looking for a place to reside when his life wasn’t a thing of chaos. You also knew that it was in the UK, not in America. You had no idea what that would mean for the two of you. You had absolutely loved England when you lived there so a semester, but your life was here. 

Tom knew that after the spiderman tour, he would be going straight into filming Chaos Walking. He had boughten a flat, near his family and he wanted nothing more for you to live with him there. But with that, he knew that there were things to consider. He knew that your life was in the United States. That was a given. But what would happen when he was away for months at a time? There was no way that he was going to ask her to live with him and then leave her all of the time. He could not do that to her. He was torn. 

But he had soon found a short-term solution. Rather than asking her to move into his flat with him, he asked you if you would live with him and his brothers along with Harrison in their house in Montreal while he filmed Chaos Walking. To this, you happily obliged. You wanted nothing more than to live with Tom. You thought of it as your next big adventure together, as well as a sort of test to see if you could truly live together. Because you assumed that is what was coming next. 

So, you moved into the cozy house in Montreal, Canada. With Tom and three of your best friends. You knew the craziness that you were getting yourself into, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own”

You and Tom both loved children, it was a given that if you two stayed together, you would definitely have a few of your own. Though, your baby fever had truly started on the Spiderman: Homecoming press tour. After Tom’s meltdowns of sadness and anger seemed to follow some of his hospital visits, you were reluctant to have him continue. Despite this, making the kids happy is all that he wanted. He always wanted to make people happy. So he continued, and during one of the hospital visits, somehow Tom had gotten a baby into his hands. A small, wrinkly, adorable newborn baby that looked like it was meant to be in Tom’s arms. There were many pictures taken that day of Tom and the baby, as well as you Tom and the baby together. 

After the pictures of Tom and the baby, alongside you and the baby circled the internet, there were many of your fans joking about the baby secretly being yours and Tom’s. 

You were standing on the balcony of the hotel room, scrolling through your endless feed, a smile coming to your lips as you see yet another picture of you and Tom with the baby. In your eyes, it was a hopeful glance into the future. You began to giggle as you read the fans ridiculous comment, placing theories and betting on scenarios.  

“What’s so funny over there darling?” Tom stepped out of the bathroom whilst running a towel over his hair, his sweats loosely hanging off of his hips. 

“Come look at this babe” You call him over. Tom reenters the bathroom for a moment, coming out without a towel, but now with a tee shirt in his grasp. You watch as he fumbles with it as he walks to you, hugging you from behind as he reaches you. 

“What is it” He eagerly rests his chin on your shoulder, looking over your phone. After a few moments, you feel his chest rumble in a deep chuckle. 

“I’ve seen so many of those since yesterday. Everyone is freaking out” 

“Yeah, I know” You giggle softly. “It’s really funny” You slide your thumb over your phone, finding more pictures and post similar. The two of you sit in the quiet buzz of the darkening city for a few minutes as you read post after post, theory after theory. Your scrolling comes to a halt as you find a picture that looks like the three of you are a family. And for some reason, you cannot stop looking at it. The caption on the picture being ‘Just wait until these two have a family of their own’ 

“You know, that doesn’t sound so bad if you ask me” Tom leans his head into your neck, kissing it softly. 

“What?” You ask as you were slightly zoned out looking at the image. You turn around in his arms. “A baby?” 

“Yeah” He grins. “Not right now of course, but eventually, of course.” He looks deep into your eyes. “I mean we both love and want kids I thought it was a no-brainer” He laughs lightheartedly. 

“No, of course, it’s a no-brainer. It’s just crazy surreal to be talking about it” 

“Well get used to it darling. Cause I’m gonna put a baby in you some day. I promise” He smiles that sweet smile of his. I throw my head back in laughter at his choice of words. 

“Okay, Holland. I promise I’ll carry that baby you put in me someday.” 

And to that, he just kisses you. A kiss that says I love you, in a million different ways that just became a million and one. 

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds,” 

The filming of Chaos Walking was coming to an end, and Tom was still at a crossroads. He wants you to live with him, he couldn’t believe how much he wanted that. But that would be asking so much of you. Tom has been in his head too much pondering the topic. Little did he see, you were beginning to notice. 

But you thought something totally different about the matter. 

You had become slightly worried at the fact that Tom happened even mentioned living together after filming. And the fact that the film was wrapping up, and Tom had been acting strange, your immediate thought was that he was never gonna ask, nor did he want to in the first place. 

One day, late in the afternoon, the two of you were on a walk through the streets of a small town in Montreal. Neither of you had said much. Until you could no longer take it. 

“Tom,” You started, swiveling in front of him. “Do you not want to live together?” You asked bluntly. 

“W-what” Tom blinked a few times, taken aback by your question. So you repeated it for him. “Darling, of course, I want us to live together, what would make you think otherwise?” 

“Tom you’ve been acting so strange ever since filming started wrapping! And you have not once even mentioned us living together after this! So what are we just gonna go back to living on opposite sides of the world again? Because Tom that did not work!” You continue on your outburst. “I know you have a place near your moms, and for some reason, I was expecting you to ask me to live with you there! Unless you wanna get a place here then that’s okay too! And if you weren’t even thinking about moving in together and I’m being ridiculous right now then please-” Tom cuts you off by kissing you. 

“I know we’ll be alright this time” 

“There is no doubt in my mind that I want to live with you Y/N. But me asking you to move to a whole other country, that’s way too much of me to ask of you, as much as I want you to live with me in England, I could never ask you to do that for me.” Your heart softens at his explanation. 

“Tom, I love you so much, that you want me to move to England with you, isn’t asking much. There is nothing that you could ask that I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Is that a yes then? You’ll move in with me?” 

“Yes, that’s a yes, you lovable idiot. I’ll move in with you” 

“Yes!” Tom picks you us my your waist and spins you around. You scream in surprise and delight as you share this moment, this milestone. You’ll work out the rough details later, but at least for now, everything was perfect, and you were going to change your address to his. 

“Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes” 

And just as you had predicted, living with Tom was the hardest easy thing that you had ever done. Your shared apartment served more as a home base rather than a home that you lived in all of the time. As Tom was filming his new movies, you were on a new adventure. You book release and then the release tour. Some way, somehow, you had gotten your schedules to coordinate, so most of the time you were traveling with each other. Though of course there were many times as well where you didn’t see each other for weeks at a time. It took a toll on the both of you, but in the end, it changed absolutely nothing. 

For your third anniversary, and a celebration of the end of your book release tour, Tom had taken you to the fanciest of dinners, where you ate some of the most expensive food imaginable. You drank champagne on ice that was never ending, all the while, Tom was a ball of nerves. His acting skills served him well in that he had almost never appreciated more than that night. 

You got back to the house that night, to find candles and rose petals everywhere. But no Tom. He had opened the door for you to go inside, and he had all but disappeared. 

“Tom?” You called into the house. You followed a trail of candles and rose petals to the living room where you found your boyfriend in the middle of a heart of fire and red flowers. Your hand clasps over your mouth. Could it be?

“Y/N” I breath escapes your mouth and the palm of your hand as yes indeed, this is happening. You step into the heart, finding your free hand in his. 

“Tom?” You say again, not believing it to be true. 

“Y/N” He repeats. And with your one hand still in his, he slowly lifts up his pant leg, bending down to one knee. A tear escapes your eye. “These past three years, have been the most amazing ones yet. And not because my career took off or because I got my dream role, no. Not because of any of that. These past three years have been the best years of my life because I have gotten the honor of sharing them with you.” A single tear slips from his right eye as more and more roll out of yours. “When I look at you, I see all I want in the rest of my life. I see my future in your eyes. You have made me the happiest man on the face of this earth. But somehow, you could make me even happier,” He reaches into his pocket. “If you did me the honors and became my wife” A happy cry leaves your mouth. 

“Oh my god Thomas” You use his full name as he takes his hand from yours, wrapping his fingers around the top of the box. Now both of your hands are covering your mouth in awe. 

“Will you marry me?” He opens the small black velvet box. But you don’t look at the ring. No, you look at him. 

“Yes” You throat can barely make out your words, but he hears them. 

“You didn’t even look at the ring” He lets out a watery laugh and you kneel down on your knees to meet his height. 

“I don’t have too. Tom, of course, I’ll marry you” Both still kneeling, you kissed amongst the fire and the sweet smelling roses. 

Tom somehow manages to lift you up from your kneeling position, still holding your lips to his. After what seems like forever, and somehow not long enough, he sets you on your feet and takes his mouth from yours. He swiftly takes the ring from the box, tossing the cube behind his shoulder. Your shoulders shake in a laugh and you attempted to swipe away your remaining tears. Tom takes your left hand in both of his large ones. 

For the first time, you catch sight of the ring. You stare at the most beautiful, shimmering diamond ring as the love of your life slips it onto your finger with ease. It fits perfectly. 

“It’s beautiful” You tear your gaze from the ring to him. 

“Well, it’s perfect for you then” He smirks. You scoff in a laugh. He never even begins to stops letting you know that he loves you. “Come here” He pulls you into a slow dance position. “Guess what Y/N” 

“What Tom?” You quirk your eyebrows. 

“We’re getting married” 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight”

The crazy train that is the life of Tom Holland never could compare to what it felt like to marry you. His heart was beating out of his chest as the last fo the wedding party had walked the aisle. 

You were next. 

It had been nearly two years since Tom had slipped that ring on your finger and this moment was all he had been dreaming of since. 

He looks over his shoulders to find Harrison and his brothers, all looking sharp in their suits. Harrison gives him a nod, it’s finally time. All of the people in the venue stand from their seats, this makes Tom stand up straighter. When finally, what could have been mistaken as an angel straight from the depths of heaven itself, stepped through the doors. 

And if that was the last thing that he ever saw, he would die with a grin on his face. 

Tom couldn’t help the beam of a smile on his face. He nearly lost all composure seeing you walking towards him. He brings a hand to his mouth, sliding it down his chin then straightening his posture again, bringing his hands together in front of him as he watched you. The same giddy grin and blush were displayed on your face as you saw his reaction to you. 

You finally reached the altar and Tom cames to meet you and your father. The two most important men in your life shared a hug and a quick word and then, with tears in his eyes, your father gave you to him. 

“Hi there” You toothlessly grin slyly as the two of you step to the officiant. 

“Hi darling” 

You handed your flowers back to your best friend and maid of honor so you could finally join both of your hands. 

The ceremony was a blur of tears and commitments of love, and before you knew it, you were Mr. and Mrs. Holland. 

To say that it was the happiest moment of both of your lives would be an understatement. You walked back down the aisle, being flooded with applause and shouts of congratulations. 

That night, after being announced into the reception for the first time as a married couple, you shared your first dance. You had no idea what song it was, Tom begged to pick it, and wouldn’t tell you when he had. You both wander out onto the dance floor before you stop him. 

“Wait!” You slip off your heels, tossing them to your maid of honor. “Okay” You breath out, wanting nothing more than to dance with your husband. Husband. 

“In true tradition” He refers to the many times you had danced without shoes. One in mind specifically. The lights dim and the music flows out of the speakers. You gasp as you recognize the song and the memory that accompanies it. 

“Did I choose well?” He smirks, knowing fair well what this song means to you. 

“The song from after the premiere” You gush. “When we danced in the rain” You hold him close and sway to the music, just as you had that night, seeming like a lifetime ago. He twirls you around, your curls following a second behind, falling in a slightly messy fashion around your face. He pulls you back to him. 

“God, you look so stunning my love. I don’t deserve any of this” 

“I think quite the opposite Mr. Holland” 

“Thank you for giving me a love I could have never dreamed of, Mrs. Holland” He emphasizes his last two words. To that, I open my mouth in awe of how it sounds. 

“You deserve the world Tom” Place a kiss on his lips. 

“Hey Y/N, guess what?” He mumbles on your lips. 

“Hmm” You pull away, resting your forehead against his. 

“We’re married” 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song”

“Something on your mind babe?” His voice startles you, for you were peacefully sitting out  on the patio of your new house.“Sorry” He notices he made you jump. You shake off his apology as he sits next to you. 

“Kinda, I guess, a little” You answer his previous question. 

“What wrong darling” 

“Trust me when I say that nothing is wrong” You smirk. 

“Okay, then what are you out pondering in the middle of the night?” 

“Dance with me,” You say, nearly as a demand. “We haven’t slow danced since our wedding, Tom! A year and a half is far too long” 

“Darling, you still haven’t answered my-” 

“Shh” You cut him off taking his hand in yours and lifting from his seat. You turned on the song. The one you had your first dance to as a couple, the one that you danced to at your wedding, it was only a practice of tradition that it is playing for this. 

“Y/N you’re freaking me out a bit” 

“I said it was nothing bad, do you trust me?” You look at him through your eyelashes. 

“Of course,” He says in a hushed voice. 

“Then just dance with me” 

And so you sway back and forth to the all too familiar music. No spins or dips, for you both just rather hold each other and rock back and forth. As the three and a half minute song only has a minute or so left, you find your self-running out of time. 

“Hey, Tom” You lift your head from his shoulder, placing your head on his forehead, as you have many times before. 

“Yes, my love?” 

“Guess what?” Your voice cracks. 

“What darling?” 

“I’m pregnant” 

“I have faith in what I see” 

That wakes him up quick and he looks at you with curious eyes. 

“W-what” 

“Tom you’re gonna be a dad” 

“Oh my god! Are you serious!?” He lets go of you as the song fizzles out. “I’m gonna be a dad?!” To this you nod happily, your heart glowing. “I’m gonna be a dad!” He throws his hands in the air, shouting it to the world. And at that moment, you couldn’t care less that he most likely woke people from their slumber. Because he embraced you softly and kissed you roughly, and with a large hand covering my still flat tummy he whispered, “We’re gonna be parents.” 

“Now I know I have met an angel, in person
And she looks perfect” 

Seventeen hours you were in labor. Seventeen hours of screams, and curses, and agonizing pain for the both of you, your baby girl was born. Once again, he had no idea that there was any possible way for him to love you any more than he already did. But somehow he could. You had just given him a new way, the biggest way, for him to love you even more. 

It was the middle of the night, and Tom was watching you sleep when the small human in the cot next to your hospital bed began to move. Wanting nothing more than for you to get some rest, he moved to the hospital’s bassinet and took her out of it. Cooing her back to a sound state. 

He returned to his chair, cradling his baby so gently as if she would crumble through his fingers. 

“Hi Princess” He whispers to the child, his child. Her eyes staring right back into his. “Hi darling” He smiles as you had been the only person he has ever called that. “Well don’t you look just like your mummy” 

And it was in that moment, that Tom had met his second angel. Oddly enough he hadn’t realized it before. You were his angel, and so was this beautiful baby girl that he got to call his daughter. He looked over to you, the love of his life, having gone through so much pain for so long, and yet still, you looked like an angel. That’s it. That’s what you were. 

“My two angels” 

“I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight” 

Multiverse Lovers - Part 1

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Just the Reader, for now.

Word Count: 2,678

Warnings: None - there will be smut in EVERY chapter following this though. 

Summary: (I don’t normal do one, but it’ll help you understand what this series will be about) Dylan O’Brien was everything to you. You admired him and every character he played with a passion. You would do anything to meet him and the characters you idolized. And, one simple wish was all it took to change your life forever. When you wake up in the presence of the Dylan’s characters, you knew nothing would ever be the same. 

Notes: This is just part one. And I know it is short. The rest of the parts will definitely be longer. Let me know what you think, and pop out what you think is gonna happennnn.

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“I’m dead dear, not stupid.”

Pairing: James March x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1425


Your shift working at the concierge desk was almost over. The man checking in was good looking and not to mention, very kind to you as well. Yes, you’re married to James, but it didn’t hurt to look, just as long as you kept it at that.

“And what’s your name, beautiful?” The man asked with a sweet smile while rubbing his chin.

You smiled back. But hey, you weren’t flirting, the man was just asking a simple question. There’s nothing wrong with that. “Y/N.” You turned around to hand him a key to his room, then continued, “Yours?”

“Matthew.” He replied, taking his key gently from your hand.

Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure from upstairs by the railing, which caused you to look. To your surprise, it was your husband, James, just standing there wearing his striped suit and hat, leaning on his cane, staring at you. 

You didn’t want him to get to you, so you quickly looked away and looked back at Matthew. “Well Matthew, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your stay. Give us a ring if there’s anything that you need.”

“Of course. Well, don’t work too hard gorgeous.” Matthew grabbed his small suitcase from the floor, then made his way to the elevator.

You looked back to where James stood, only to see that his figure was gone. So you just rolled your eyes because you knew exactly what you were in for later. James always was the jealous type. You were used to it by now, so instead of stressing about it, you just went back to organizing your area and waited for Iris to arrive for her shift.

It wasn’t long until she arrived.

Iris arrived through the front door, you could hear the LA traffic before the door closed behind her. She looked very refreshed.

“Somebody looks like she’s in a good mood. Where did you go?” You asked curiously.

“Ramona & I just had a nice meal.” Iris replied, putting her hands on her belly as she made her way behind the concierge desk to take your place. You knew exactly what she meant by meal as in human blood.

To your disgust, you responded with sticking your tongue out and pointing a finger to it which made Iris giggle a little.

“Hey doll.” Out of the blue comes Liz. Standing across from the desk, she raises a brow and rests a hand on his, quickly tapping her fingernails on it one by one. “I have a message for you.” She emphasizes the word ‘you’ pretty well.

“What’s up, Liz?” You asked while twirling your fingers through your hair, looking confused.

“James said to meet you for dinner in 20 minutes. The usual room.”

“Great.” You said sarcastically. There’s nothing you’re dreading more than seeing James right now. You love your husband, you really do, but you just weren’t in the mood today for his nonsense. Dragging your feet, you grabbed your cell phone and keys, then slowly made your way to the elevator towards your bedroom.

The first thing you did upon entering your room was throw your phone and keys on the bed. You sighed, then went inside your closet, running your fingers through your clothes until you found an outfit to wear for tonight’s awkward dinner. Finally, you decided to throw on black leggings, a loose black top, a black blazer and black Christian Louboutin heels. You kept your hair down in loose curls and quickly touched up your makeup. Even though this dinner is the last thing you wanted to do today, you cared enough to at least look decent for James.

You hummed a tune to your favorite song while walking down the dim, silent halls until you reached the designated room. 1920′s Jazz music from the record player quietly leaked through the door. You knocked before opening the unlocked door to somewhat announce your arrival. 

“And who might this be?” James asked, staying seated in his chair.

“It’s me.” You announced once you were in his view.

“Ah yes.” The way James said it sounded rather irritable.

Once you sat down in your seat across from James, that’s when Miss Evers comes to fill his glass. He was basically waiting for you arrive before starting on drinking, no matter how long he had to wait. While Miss Evers was pouring James’ glass, he was looking directly at you with a stern look on his face, moving his hand left and right for her to keep pouring, then quickly put his hand up for her to stop and leave him be.

He didn’t scare you though, so you just sat there, staring back at him with a straight look on your face. 

For the first few minutes, you both just sat there in silence. Eventually, you got annoyed with the continuous stares without a word coming out of James’ mouth. You took a sip of your wine and held the glass in your hand. “Okay seriously James. Enough. What?”

James took in a deep breath before finally getting his word out to respond, “I imagine you are aware as to why I sent Liz to notify you about our small arrangement?” 

“Yeah yeah yeah. And?” Finally, Miss Evers served your dinner which you were pretty excited about because you were starving, so you set the napkin cloth on your lap and started on your meal.

James, on the other hand, didn’t touch his food. I mean, he’s a ghost anyways so it doesn’t even matter. “You should feel lucky I spared that man’s life since business has been slow this past month.”

“Spared his life? What are you…What do you mean? He wasn’t even doing anything. He was just being friendly.” You lied. Matthew was flirting a little, but you didn’t want the truth to come out of your mouth, so you just continued to deny James’ assumption.

“I’m dead dear, not stupid.” James glared at you, then took another sip of his bourbon filled glass.

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You’re not going to lie though, what James just said to you was by far the best comeback he’s ever had. A huge part of you wanted to burst out laughing, but you didn’t want to give in just yet, so you kept your little poker face on for now. 

Since a word didn’t come out of your mouth, James continued, “May I remind you that you are mine. Do not let this happen again.”

“Okay, yeah. Fine. Whatever.” You didn’t agree with James, but you did so anyways or else this will go on forever. James will always be the overprotective and jealous husband. It was the Scorpio in him.

James felt some sort of relief, so he finally started on his dinner. “Now. If this shall happen again, see to it that I will torture a man and tie you to a chair to watch.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself.” If James just kept his mouth shut after you surrendered, everything would be just peachy. But he just HAD to add on. So instead of sitting there any longer, you got out of your seat, darting towards the door, with your arms straight down, with both hands in a fist.

“That’s enough!” James immediately followed after you, grabbing at your left wrist to face your body towards him, then grabbed at your shoulders and pushed you against a wall. Miss Evers was coming in through the back with a cart of dessert, but once she saw James in a rage, she hurriedly walked back out. 

James put both of his hands on the wall, leveled with your ears, then punched the wall once with his right fist. “I’ve grown tired of your attitude, Y/N! I provide for you anything you need and more! And I ask for nothing but your love and undying loyalty!”

“Okay, James. I get it.” You whispered, sounding understanding. It surprised James a little because for almost this entire dinner, you stuck with nothing but a stubborn attitude. To a normal girlfriend, having their boyfriend freak out like that would’ve scared them. But you weren’t scared of James. Not one bit. But you could see it in his eyes that you hurt him. You may not be as jealous as he is, which will take more time to get used to, but that’s okay because you have all the time in the world to get used to it. And someday, you’ll even have all of eternity to.

………….

- I’m still debating whether or not I want to write a part two with some nsfw (; I’ll let my readers decide!

@c2ndy2c1d jack and johnny watching a scary movie

YOU GOT IT BABE. I have this weird au headcanon that Jack went back to the past–but only to Johnny’s timeline, and he’s stuck there. So I ran with it. Sidenote that I know it’s canon that Johnny is “afraid of very little save for clowns” but for my purposes he get spooked by anything “scary”


There was a strange sense of exhaustion weighing heavily over Jack’s shoulders as he stepped through the threshold of his and Johnny’s small apartment. 

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The Same Costume

Request:  Hello! I was wondering if you could make a drabble for peter parker x reader where its halloween and reader and her friends dress up as “sexy” avengers and she’s dressed up as spiderman? You can do whatever relationship status with pete, whether it be crushes or girlfriend, etc…. thank you so much!

Warnings: None!!

Pairing: Female Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: THIS IS SO BAD PLS DONT FIGHT ME I’ve been so busy and nothing was coming to me so I tried my best :’)

This is just kinda something to break up my mini hiatus so I’m not going to add the tags to this one !! (p.s 70 days until Halloween)

“Peter, would you stop spacing out and pay attention to me for a second?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream and he quickly looked up to see he best friend waving at him. Ned had been going on and on about his project for Robotics Lab so eventually Peter had just tuned him out.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I am paying attention. What’s up?” Ned let out a long sigh and pointed over to the group of girls standing in the lunch line. Peter noticed almost immediately that you were one of the members of the group and averted his eyes. You looked really nice today with your hair pulled back and he felt his face begin to heat up.

“I heard that there’s going to be an awesome Halloween party at Bethany’s house tonight. Y/N is friends with her so I was thinking we could ask her to score us some invites?” Ned explained. You, Ned, and Peter had American Literature together and all got along really well. You had your other friends, of course, but you also liked to hang out with the two of them whenever you could. You had a lot of things in common with them surprisingly, and Peter felt a connection with you right away. He had developed quite the crush on you, although you were oblivious to it.

“I don’t know, Ned,” he said, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. “Parties aren’t really our thing.”

“But Y/N will be there!” he exclaimed. “We haven’t seen her outside of school in so long. Besides, it’s a costume party. You know how much I love those!”

“Fine,” Peter finally gave in, “but you have to be the one to ask her.” Ned beamed and waited until you looked in their direction before flailing his arms around to get your attention. You laughed, quickly excusing yourself to go and talk to him.

“Hey guys,” you said with a grin. “What’s going on? If you’re gonna ask to copy my English homework you’re out of luck because I didn’t do it either.” Peter’s heart rate was doubling as each moment passed, and he tried his best not to stare.

“Actually, it’s about Bethany’s party!” Ned piped up. “Are you going to be there?”

“I sure am!” you replied. “My friends and I are all coordinating our costumes, it’s gonna be fun. Are you two going? It would be so great to see you there.”

“W-we don’t have an official invite,” Peter stammered. Your smile grew even wider, making his stomach flip.

“Well then, consider this it,” you laughed. “You have to go in costume though. It’s a tradition and, as weird as it seems, you’d stick out more if you weren’t wearing something dumb.” The bell rang as you finished, cutting your conversation short. You waved goodbye to them, leaving Peter staring after you in awe. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going through with this. He could vaguely hear Ned babbling endlessly about last minute costume ideas, but he was only half listening since you were occupying all of his thoughts.


Peter had no idea how he found himself standing at the front door of some random girl’s house wearing a Luke Skywalker costume later that night, but for some reason he did. He turned to Ned, who was dressed as a very unconvincing Yoda. He was a jumble of nerves, feeling extremely self conscious, meanwhile Ned was having the time of his life. It was finally an excuse for him to whip out his Star Wars merchandise and he couldn’t have been more excited. Peter reached out and hesitantly rang the doorbell, already regretting every decision he had made thus far. His breath caught in his throat when you were the one to answer the door.

“Peter! Ned! I’m so glad you guys made it!” you exclaimed happily. Peter couldn’t help but stare, his jaw dropping. You were wearing a skin tight Spider-Man body suit with thigh-high boots, showing off every single one of your assets. Your eyes gleamed from behind your small mask and Peter noticed the slight tinge of pink on your cheeks. He suddenly realized that he had been staring shamelessly and tore his eyes away, embarrassed.

“H-hi Y/N,” he said, trying to keep things casual. “Nice costume. I uh… I didn’t know you liked Spider-Man. That’s cool, he seems like a good guy.” Ned nudged him a little, and Peter quickly stopped talking.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed. “My idea was that my friends and I should go as the Avengers, but as you can see they took it a little differently. Technically I don’t think Spider-Man counts, but I really like him so that’s who I picked. I think it turned out pretty cute, you like it?”

“Y-yeah I think it’s… nice,” Peter squeaked. He cleared his throat, cringing at his own awkwardness. You giggled and let them inside, leading them into the kitchen. You were talking with Ned about something relating to The Force Awakens, but Peter couldn’t focus. He was totally distracted by the way you walked, the way your outfit accentuated your curves, and just generally how fantastic you looked in the Spider-Man suit. His suit. Well, something similar to it at least.

“What do you think Peter?” you asked, looking at him expectantly. He froze, not having any idea what you had been talking about. His mind went blank and he started to panic a little.

“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” he said breathlessly, turning and rushing past you.

“I should probably go after him,” Ned said to you as you watched him leave. “Parties aren’t really his thing. We’ll be back in a little bit.” He went off in pursuit of his friend, already knowing exactly what was going on. Peter found an unoccupied room and ducked inside, running his hands through his hair. He jumped when the door opened, but relaxed when he saw it was Ned. They stood in silence for a moment, just sort of letting him cool down.

“Peter, you have to tell her you’re Spider-Man!” Ned blurted out.

“Shh!” Peter gave him a severe look and looked around nervously. “What if somebody hears you?”

“But this is the perfect time!” he whined. “You heard her, she really likes you! Besides, you haven’t taken your eyes off of her ass since we got here. You have to make a move.”

“You’re crazy,” Peter said, although he had to admit he was considering it. Ned noticed this and his face lit up.

“I’ll tell her to meet you outside down the road in 5 minutes. Now’s your chance, Parker! Don’t blow it.” He ran out of the room, leaving Peter there with really no other options. He fumbled with his costume, pulling the suit out from his backpack that he never left home without. With the suit on he felt a lot more sure of himself and carefully climbed out the window quietly. From up on the roof he could see you walking outside, shivering a little in the cold October air. You stumbled a bit, still not used to walking in your heels. Peter smiled as he watched you go. He slowly followed, careful not to make his presence known.

“Hello?” you called, a little on edge since it had already gotten pretty dark. You tugged nervously on your costume, the tight fabric starting to chafe a little. Peter took a deep breath and built up the confidence to say something.

“Uh… hi,” he said, trying to pose in a non-creepy way as if he hadn’t been following her.

“Oh, you’re here!” you exclaimed as you whirled around but stopped dead when you saw it was Spider-Man. It wasn’t even one of those cheap costumes, it was the actual Spider-Man. You recognized all of the details of the suit, details that couldn’t be replicated. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled the mask that you wore off.

“I-I think that’s one hell of a costume,” he said. “I’m not sure if I’d wear it, but the effort was there.”

“Sorry, is this weird for you? I mean, I bet it is. I didn’t mean for it to be offensive but I also wasn’t really expecting to see Spider-Man out here, you know? I can take it off. No, actually I can’t that would make it so much worse.” you rambled nervously. Behind his mask Peter couldn’t have been smiling any wider. Seeing you so flustered and shocked was really cute and he was loving it.

“I’m not offended at all, it’s the opposite really,” he laughed. “Why are you out here all by yourself without a jacket?”

“I’m actually waiting for someone,” you told him. “He’s great. He’s in my class and we’re friends but I want to ask him if he wants to go out- Oh wait, sorry you probably don’t care about that part. Forget I said that.” Now it was Peter’s turn to be flustered. 

“No, no it’s fine! Do you… Do you like him?”

“I mean, a little,” you admitted. “Don’t tell him, okay? Not that you would, you’re Spider-Man, but still.” Peter nodded slowly, taking a step back.

“Your secret is safe with me,” he said. “I have to go, I think I hear someone calling for help…” He looked behind his shoulder, pretending to pick up on something.

“I don’t hear anything,” you said curiously.

“No, trust me. Someone’s having a bad night, I should go help. Good luck with that Peter guy, I’m sure he’s nice. Hope things work out.” With that, he shot off into the trees leaving you there alone. You flipped your mask over in your hands, trying to ignore the fact that you had never mentioned Peter’s name to him and that Spider-Man had a very similar voice.

…So I finally gave in and I’m selling what is left of my soul to another long running shonen cause why not

I will attempt to do a weekly review of the manga for those who are interested and to organize my thoughts. Before we start, a couple of things:

- I will need some time to get used to the names since there are so many characters, so I will switch back and forth between nicknames, code names and actual names (I still don’t know if people favour first or last names so I’ll use both

- I’m rusty af when it comes to the review business so I apologize in advance

- I already know all the spoilers cause duh I would spoil my own death if I could, so don’t be afraid of spoiling me of anything, chances are I already know and if I don’t I won’t mind.

Izuku Midoriya Begins 

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Ruin The Friendship

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Dylan O’brien x Reader

Words: 3k


A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. ❤️ thank you baby for your help @golddaggers ❤️

This is inspired by Demi Lovato - Ruin the friendship


Masterlist

Originally posted by obrienschicken

The incredibly talented Dylan O'Brien, besides being a huge thing in Los Angeles, was one of my best friends since we were both high schoolers. Dylan was my partner in crime whenever I needed him, no matter how embarrassing the situation was, and he was, obviously, part of each happy memory I had from my teenage years. Fuck, I was so endlessly proud of him. O’Brien managed to make his dream of becoming an actor reality. Of course I already knew that he was going to go far, not just because he deserved it, he did, man, if someone deserved to be in his place, that someone was Dylan, but he loved acting too much to not let it become his life.

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Comet is the only thing I care about if it doesn't win I'm gonna cry

Like. I can’t even explain it I’m too invested in this show. I’m going to infodump about it because I’m so sad that DEH might beat it out for the tony and it doesn’t even deserve to.

-While you are walking in it gives you a Cold War / modern Russia vibe. The walls of the imperial are covered in posters and I remember reading the word pussy a lot which made me happy.
- The guy at the merch stand was so sweet! No one else was there yet so I just was like “ are you open?” And he helped me pick a shirt ( the red shirt with the family tree/ prologue lyrics was his favorite and I bought it bc I love it too.)
- All the ushers were so nice! I was wearing a shirt that said “ so broke can’t pay attention” and a lot of them read it and told me it was funny.
- the usher for my actual seat talked to me about DEH and I told her I loved it but it annoyed me when everyone kept saying ’ oh yeah it has 9 tony noms’ and I was like “ well… comet has 12!” And she laughed and we Bonded™
- did I mention I was alone for like the first hour I was in the theatre because I ran in at 7 without my mom and sister. They wanted to eat their food and I was like “NO COMET”
- I was hungry because I’d skipped dinner?? The comet gods threw food at me.
- The girl who talked to our section was the best. Also I was the only person who read war and peace in my section which made me feel Important™
- Natasha’s “NO!” When Andrey tells her he’s going off to war and prologue starts
- the door!!!
- o Sonya
- private and intimate life gave me chills. Gelsey Bell gives me chills. She was so genuinely scared and I just wanted to run down there and hug her and tell her it would all be okay.
- an old woman was chose for bolkonsky’s lover and she was so happy it was so sweet
- “I KNOW THEYLL LIKE ME!” *pause* “EVERYONE HAS ALWAYS LIKED ME!”
- getting stools into those tables took a little while but it was the best thing I ever saw.
- no one else was so powerful. It’s one of my favorite songs that I’ve like, ever heard, and Denee rocked it. Honestly the little things I noticed from her I applied to my singing it ( it’s a song I’m working on in vocal) and it helped so much. God bless Denee Benton.
- The opera was AWESOME. Gelsey again as opera singer made me die. Her voice is so strong and good and perfect.
- stop touching dolokhov stop touching dolokhob Helene stop stop stop
- the whole “ where is dear Pierre” thing with Marya gently reminding Helene that she IS married to Pierre made me smile
- WHEN THE RIP TBE BLOOD OFF ANDREY I CRY
- Anatole get back behind that door you little shit
- you are not allowed to walk down stairs like that Anatole stop
-Helene please stop looking at your brother like that he’s your brother stop
- Natasha stop looking at him
- Anatole stop looking at her
- stop whispering in french Anatole you smooth fuck
- GIVE HER HER FLOWER BACK ANATOLE PUT IT BACK PUT IT BACK PUT IT BAAAAAAAAACK.
- you will NOT go to that ball Natasha u sit down and pick up a coloring book or something you literal child
-when Pierre says “ oh dear Andrey’s betrothed.” Anatole shakes his hand and goes “ ehhh ” like he’s saying not for long
- the entire scene before the duel hurts so much Pierre doesn’t understand except he does
- *shot comes from Fedyas gun* Pierre, with his arms out ready to die stays still for a few beats before doubling checking to make sure that he has indeed survived
- HELENE LOOKS SO PISSED AT HIM.
- dust and ashes is my anthem I have never related to anything so hard. Protect Pierre. Get him medical help. I want to see him loved.
-DENEE BENTON STRIPPING-ISH ON STAGE TO JUST A CORSET AND UNDERWEAR ( I’m sure she has a Leo under it)?? MY GAY LITTLE HEART DID NOT SURVIVE.
- Helene takes the necklace Andrey put around Natasha’s neck when he left. Nat looks distressed until it is replaced by pearls and she gets distracted by the shiny.
- the ball is so painful please Anatole no more
- when Anatole and Natasha stand together In front of 9 flood lights then the door closes? I die
- the door closing makes it final and I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it
- Natasha’s costume change is great you can see how teeny Denee is
- Natasha gushing about how much she loves Anatole to the crowd makes me cry
- Pierre you gentle giant plz stop drinking
-that’s right Sonya. Roast her.
- Natasha no longer says “ he’s my master and I am his slave.” In the genius annotations of the off broadway cast Dave says that the line might change because he knows how it looks to have an African American woman sing that about a white man. He said it was up to Denee to decide what she was comfortable with, and in the show it wasn’t there. ( I’m glad Denee stopped saying something she wasn’t okay with)
-oh Sonya nothing is your fault you little gerbil please calm down and realize you aren’t responsible for Natasha
-THE PLAN FOR NATALIE ROSTOVAS ABDUCTION HAD ALL BEEN-
- balaga is such a fun song. I didn’t get egg shakers but everyone who did seemed to have a good time!
- during the abduction when Anatole says not yet and pauses, Lucas draws it out a ton. One of the people next to me tried shaking her egg to get it started up again and he just looked at us and said “ no.”
-Natasha is so excited to go with him I hate it. Also the violin is amazing as it always is in that show.
- yOU WILL NOT WNTER MYYY HOUSE S C O UN D R E L.
- Denee runs up to what looks like a sink (?) and you can see her miming taking arsenic.
-Pierres reality check kills me. He’s been telling himself he’s worthless nothing matters and he probably hasn’t gone outside in a long time, and then someone’s asking for him for his friend.
-what?? whAt? WHAT???
- Anatole sobbing in Helene’s lap is good and terrible at the same time. She strokes his hair, and it makes me die.
- DRAG HIM PIERRE. THREATEN THE BAD MAN.
- when Anatole leaves Pierre and him throw his bag around for a bit.
- Natasha very ill is so sad I cried then
-in Andrey and Pierre, Andrey is so tired. He’s holding the letters with anger, like he doesn’t want to touch them anymore. It makes me upset because only about 25 songs ago he clutched them to his heart.
- when Andrey says ’ never speak of that’ he holds Pierre up on his tip toes by his shirt. On “ again” he punches Pierre in the chest and runs down to his fathers throne. He sits there and the tension never leaves him as he grips the arms of the chair. Mary tries to fret over him, but he waves her away.
- Natasha and Pierre is the saddest song too. Natasha is so small in her room plain, baggy white nightgown and no shoes. The emotions in that song are so high. Natasha climbs up the stairs as Pierre starts the “ if I were not myself” part of the song, and hesitates with each kind thing he says.
- Pierre stops after “I” and I think he only continues because he sees that Natasha has heard him and that she tenses at the word.
- “UNABLE TO FIND THE SLEEVES.”
- the comet is a good prop I love the comet #gayiconthecomet
- the stage door was so amazing. All the actors were the sweetest. I’m super terrible at names so I apologize if I just call someone their character name.
-Paul Pinto came out and instead of saying “ I loved your performance and my friends did as well” I said “ my friends love you and told me to say hi” he looked a little hurt and said “oh, well tell your friends I said hi, I guess.” I have hurt the best man on this planet and I can never make it up
- I told the guy who plays dolokhov that he was amazing and I cried very hard and he said “ oh well that’s what we always want, isn’t it?”
- PEARL ( an ensemble member) SIGNS IN PURPLE. I ASKED HER WHY SHE SAID IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE DIFFERENT SO I WOULD REMEMBER HER.
- josh came out even though he had somewhere to be. He went to the end of the line and worked his way up.
- josh has the kindest eyes, he could stab me and I would apologize for getting blood on his knife. He also has a baby face and a beanie. I love him.

There’s more, like a lot about the set so if you want to hear me infodump about comet please let me know kids

Meet the Ackles - Part Two

Aesthetic by the lovely @whatthecastiel  

Part One 

Pairing: Eventual Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Maybe language?

Words: 1.3k

Summary: Reader is an actress on the show Supernatural, and is attending a convention in Houston, when she misses her flight back home, and ends up stranded in Texas. Her Co-Star, Jensen Ackles, being the gentleman he is, offers to let her stay with him and his family in Dallas. Y/N and Jensen are barely work friends, let alone close enough spend a week together at Jensen’s childhood home. Seeing Jensen with his family might just change how the reader feels about her “just on screen” love interest.  

A/N: Here’s part two! Thanks once again to my Beta’s @pinknerdpanda and @highonpastries ! Link to part one is under the aesthetic! If you would like to be tagged in future parts, just shoot me an ask!


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Previous Part

I own nothing except the writing. Giving credit to both my amazing friend irl and @ferls212 for the ideas for the plot. All rights go to the respectful owner. (duh…) Also, I’m making up what’s going to happen in Infinity War because you and I have absolutely no idea what exactly is gonna happen. So bear in mind, this probably isn’t what Infinity War is gonna be like because a random fan just made it up for her fanfiction. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Pairing: Tom Holland X Actress! Reader (II)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnigns: Swearing

Guideline (Important)
Y/N: Your Name
L/N: Last Name
Y/C/N: Your Character’s Name (Marvel character/make one up)

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He’s only been walking for about a minute before something in the air changes. Frowning, Castiel Novak looks up from where he’s been watching his step to take a look at the copse of trees around him, shivering slightly against the wind. The rain has finally cleared to give way for sunset–gold light spilling across hill and rock. It’s beautiful in an ancient, abandoned sort of way… but something in the air has him alert and careful. 

This glen demands respect.

He pays special attention to his steps from then on, careful not to put his feet anywhere outside the marked paths. 

The more Castiel walks, the faster his heart beats and his body curls into itself, and suddenly, the nice Scottish man who picked him up on the side of the road and drove him to the fairie glen doesn’t seem so crazy.

“They’re there,” he’d said sagely, nodding up the road. “Ye canna see ‘em, but they are. And if they choose you, lad, well… ye best do whatever they want, because fairies are a fickle sort.“ 

Dunvegan, the faerie castle, is a big and imposing outcropping of rocks, and after seeing the old and new spirals on its other side, Cas carefully makes his way to the top. There are a couple of people making their way back down, and he nods to them as they pass. 

But to get to the top, he has to climb up a narrow passageway. He goes from thinking he can fit with his backpack, to being completely stuck.

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Old friends (4/?)

Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: Sexual situations/ tension ( Kinda.)  swearing, drama, angst.

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    After about an hour, everyone calls it a night and heads to their own level of the tower. It’s already almost 3 a.m, so you turn to Sam and put on your best puppy dog eyes.

“Sammy, can I stay with you tonight ? Pretty please!” You put your lip out and bat your eyelashes.

Sam rolls his eyes and throws his arm around you. “Do I ever say no to a sleepover, Y/n? Just no drawing on me while I’m sleep this time.” We’ll see about that, Wilson. After being forced to pinky promise that you won’t draw on, prank, or do anything terrible to Sam in his sleep, he finally leads you to his floor. He gives you a shirt and a pair of flannel pants, but you throw the pants back at him.

“Do you know me at all? Since when do I ever wear pants to bed?”

  He rolls his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Just thought I’d give you the option. Do you need help with your dress?”

 You nod and twirl yourself around so Sam can get your zipper for you. After he does, he makes his way to the bathroom to get himself ready for bed, and you trade your dress for the shirt Sam gave you.

  “Sam, why do you have a Brooklyn shirt? I thought you were more of a Harlem boy?” The shirt barely covers your ass, but you don’t really care. You and Sam have had sleepovers before, so it’s nothing he hasn’t seen, and you have boyshort underwear, too. Sam comes out of the bathroom in the same flannel pants offered you, and looks at the shirt you have on.

  “Huh, Steve or Bucky’s laundry must have gotten mixed with mine.” If this is Bucky’s shirt, it could be the perfect thing to torture him with. You smirk to yourself, jump into Sam’s bed and lay on your back. He sees the look on you face and shakes his head.

  “Whatever weird or dirty thing you’re thinking involving that shirt, stop. For the love of God, and me, stop.” You start laughing uncontrollably. This usually happens when you’re exhausted or with Sam. Or, like this situation, both. Sam starts laughing, lays next to you on the bed and flings his leg and arm over you.

  “Sammy, if you’re going to cuddle me, do it right.” He laughs and holds onto you tighter. You turn yourself over so Sam is the big spoon and scoot yourself back into him.

“Goodnight Sammy, love you.” You feel him place a kiss on the top of your head.

“Goodnight y/n, love you too.”

You don’t fall asleep immediately but you can feel your eyes getting heavier. How do I tell the team about what I heard? How am I even going to get into the damn meeting? Your thoughts are abruptly cut off by Sam’s loud snoring. Not long after, you give in to your exhaustion and fall asleep thinking about what could possibly go wrong tomorrow.

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You wake up in the same position you fell asleep in, and to Sam mumbling things in his sleep. You try to focus and hear what he’s saying, but you can’t really make out anything. You move your body a little bit and feel something hard on your ass and back. Dear God, Sam. Control that thing. Your eyes go wide and you can’t hold back the laugh that escapes you. You feel Sam jump as he wakes up when your laugh gets louder.

  “What the hell are you doing up y/n? It’s,” he looks over to his clock, “eight in the fucking morning!” He’s not yelling, it’s more like a harsh whisper. You laugh even louder and roll over to face him.

  “Have a nice dream Bird Balls?” You ask and start laughing again.

 “ …What are you talking about?” He looks like a deer caught in headlights, so you point down to his crotch and start laughing again.

 “You try sleeping next to an attractive women with no pants on, whose ass is pushed against you! It ain’t a walk in the park!” Well here comes crabby Sam.

 “Oh relax, you big baby. I’m only playing around with you. I’m actually quite flattered. I thought you only got excited when you have alone time with Steve.” You can’t help but tease him; his relationship with steve is such a bromance it makes you gag. Apparently Sam doesn’t have humor in the morning since he doesn’t even reply to you. Instead, he shoves you off his bed right onto the floor. You land face first on the floor and can hear Sam laughing from the bed. You sit up and look at him and smirk.

“You didn’t deny it, big guy.” He just huffs and turns on his back.

“FRIDAY, is anyone else awake?” you ask the AI as you stand up and go to the bathroom.

“Not yet Miss, would you like me to wake them?”

“No not yet, thanks though FRIDAY”. You smile and walk out of the bathroom to see Sam passed out again. You run and jump onto the bed, landing directly on Sam.

 “Son of a bitch! I’m up, I’m up!”

 “We are having a pajama party and making breakfast for the team, come on soldier!” This is what the team needs, to relax before they have to face Ross. Before I tell them what I heard. Sam agrees and you guys both stand up to stretch and make your way to the communal level kitchen.

  “Uh, y/n, you know you still don’t have pants on right?” You look over to Sam as you keep moving towards the elevator and see him blushing. How adorable. You lean over and kiss his cheek.

“Yes Sammy, I’m aware. It’s a pajama breakfast, remember?” He rolls his eyes and lets out a short laugh.

“You just want to torture Barnes, don’t you?”

“You sound a little judgy there, Birdy. I thought you two loved tormenting each other?” You two reach the communal level and stroll towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, but I don’t parade around in my underwear to do it!”

  “Well, maybe that’s why you’re losing, Sammy. Go big or go home.” You start pulling out all the ingredients for pancakes, and you hear Sam mimick you in a high pitch voice. You roll your eyes and throw your hair up into a messy bun. Let’s try not to burn these, Y/n. You ask FRIDAY to turn some music on, and start the batter. 15 minutes (and 4 burnt pancakes) later, Sam shoves you out of the way and starts cooking.

“The team doesn’t want crap cakes, Y/n.” Fuck off, Sam.

 You stand next to Sam and pour the batter on the pan for him. You both start dancing a little to the music. You requested FRIDAY to chose a pandora station good for dancing, and man, did she do a good job. ‘American Girl’ by Bonnie Mckee started playing, and you don’t even try to stop yourself from dancing and singing. You start swaying your hips and singing along to the first few words, and then you hear someone clear their throat. You spin around and see the rest of the team standing in the doorway and grinning. You motion for them to sit down and they do. Sam takes over pouring the batter for you while you dance and sing around the team. The one closest to you is Bucky. How perfect. As the next line of the song starts, you make your way in front of Bucky and he just smiles.

“I told him I got a plan, and I’m gonna dominate.” Oh this is going to be great. You move closer to him and straddle his lap.

“And I don’t need any man to be getting in my way. But if you talk with your hands we can negotiate

  You take Bucky’s hands and place them on your hips while you sing along to the words. He blushes, but pulls you closer. You can feel something hard underneath you, and now it’s your turn to blush. You move against him a little for friction and run your nose along his jaw until you reach his ear.

  “Good morning, Sergeant.” It comes out like a purr. You feel his grip tighten on you but you push yourself off his lap and keep making you way around the table dancing and singing to the team. When the final line plays, you place yourself in Steve’s lap and sing (well more like scream).

 “I AM AN AMERICAN GIRL!” You can’t help but laugh, and the team claps and laughs with you.

  Sam places the mountain of pancakes on the table and everyone digs in. You feel someone looking at you and look up from your plate. You look right into your favorite pair of blue eyes and can see different emotions flickering across his face: annoyance, confusion, and lust. Y/n - 3, Buck - 0. He breaks eye contact to join in on Sam and Steve’s conversation. The team eats and discusses what they think the meeting will be about this afternoon. While they talk, you try brainstorming a plan.

If I can get in the meeting somehow, I could call Ross out. But what are the chances of the team believing me? As you run through different situations in your head of what you could do, you never even realize that most of the team left the table already. Damn, how long was I in my own head? You look around and see you, Sam, and Bucky are the only ones left. You start to gather your plate, and grab Sam’s too since it was empty. Sam thanks you with a kiss to the forehead.

  “I’m going to go shower and get ready for the meeting. You can borrow my clothes or I’m sure Nat or Wanda wouldn’t mind lending you some,” he says on his way to the elevator. You don’t reply and instead turn and start doing dishes. Now it’s just you and Bucky. You hear Bucky push his chair out, so you assume he’s either leaving or bringing you his dishes.

  “You know doll, Steve said 10 minutes ago that he was going to come do the dishes after his shower.” That sweet, sweet man. I hate dishes.

  “I must have been spaced out, but thank God. I hate doing dishes.” You dry your hands and turn around. Bucky is standing about five inches away from you while holding his plate. He takes a step closer and reaches his hand behind you to put it on the counter with the rest of the dishes. His eyes never leave yours. He keeps his hand on the counter and puts his other one on the counter, too. You’re caged in between Bucky and the counter.

“You just going to keep staring at me, Barnes?” You smirk when you see a little blush dust over his cheeks.

  “That’s funny Y/n, I don’t remember you coming in my room and getting my shirt last night.” His metal hand moved from the counter to the bottom of his shirt you had on. You are almost positive you’re blushing but you don’t give a fuck. You don’t know what to say though, so you smile and look down at where his hand has the shirt.You hear him laugh and he moves his fingers under your chin and tilts it up, almost identical to how he did on the balcony last night.

  “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you speechless, Kitten.” A devious smirk is plastered across his face. You bastard. Y/n - 3, Barnes - 1. Damn.

  You move his hand from under your chin and place it back on you hip. You two are so close a magazine wouldn’t be able to fit between you. You move your hands up his chest slowly, until they make their way behind his neck. You lace one of you hands through his hair, and use your other to cup his cheek.You can feel his breath fanning across your face. Do I wanna be an ass or not? Ass it is.

  You lean up on your tiptoes slowly, making your way up his neck. When you’re a little past where his shoulder and neck meet, you bite down. Not too gently, but not hard enough to leave a mark. You switch between bites and kisses while you make you way up his neck. His grip on you keeps getting tighter, and you know you will probably have finger shaped bruises on your hips. When you finally reach his lips, he closes his eyes and parts them a little bit. If you move at all, your lips will be touching. This is pure torture. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and pull it gently. Bucky moans, and its music to your ears. You let go of his lip and run your tongue over it slowly, still not connecting your lips to his. He lets out another sweet little moan, and you smile. You put your hands on his chest and move your lips to his ear.

  “Thanks for the shirt, James.” His eyes pop open and you remove yourself from his grip. Bucky is the definition of a hot mess right now; cheeks are flushed, his bottom lip is swollen from your bite, and his hair is a mess from your fingers weaving through it. You wink and start making your way down the hall. Steve passes you on his way to the kitchen. Perfect timing. You smile and thank Steve for offering to do the dishes. He continues towards the kitchen and you wait a minute before pressing the button for the elevator. I wonder if Bucky will say anything. You hear Steve a couple seconds later.

“Uh Buck… You should probably go get ready for the meeting.” Steve let out an awkward cough.

“Why can’t I just wear this?” Bucky’s voice is a little raspy.

  “Well pal, I don’t think Ross would be comfortable with you attending with what you have going on down there.” There was an awkward pause, and then you hear Bucky groan and steve let out a loud laugh. Y/n - 4, Barnes – 1. You press the elevator button and wait for it to come. You hear footsteps behind you and can see Buckys reflection in the doors.

  “Is there a problem a problem Barnes?” You ask innocently. You weren’t expecting what happens next.

  Bucky stands directly behind you and pulls your back against his chest. Where is the damn elevator? He slides his hand from the side of your waist to the front, right near the top of you underwear. I’ll kill him. Teasing is my game. He still doesn’t say anything. His other hand finds the bottom of your shirt, well his shirt, and glides under it until his hand rests against your bare stomach. Your heart starts racing and you try to think of things to calm it. Santa Claus, sad puppies, Ross. You make yourself mentally laugh with the last one. Bucky pushes you against him even more and you can feel his bulge against your ass. You hold in a moan, not wanting to let him know he’s affecting you. He is not winning this. You move your hips so your ass grinds against him. He moves his lips down to your ear and you lean your head back against his shoulder waiting for him to say something, but the sound of the elevator dinging breaks you both out of the trance you are in. He doesn’t let go of you right away, but when he does you automatically miss the warmth of his body against your back. You both quietly make your way into the elevator. He goes towards the back and you stay close to the front and hit the buttons for the floors. It seems like hours before the elevator doors open for his floor.

 He smacks your ass on his way out and winks at you “This is far from over, SweetCheeks.” You roll your eyes as the doors shut. Fuck, why didn’t I just kiss him? I was so close.  You hit the button for Wanda’s floor and switch your thoughts to the meeting. Time for a Game plan. I can do this.

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   You spend awhile with Wanda, talking and looking through her clothes. You didn’t want to go all the way back to you apartment to change; there wasn’t time. By the time you  found something of hers to wear, it was time for the meeting. You throw on the black V-neck and yoga pants Wanda is lending you, and follow her out of her room.

“What are you going to do while we are in the meeting?” God, I love her accent.

“Actually, I was going to see if I can sit in with you guys.” You look down shyly and wait for her to answer.

“You sure that’s a good idea after last night? You almost killed Ross.” She laughs and swings her arm around your shoulders.

  “Yeah I know, but I don’t know… I’ve never been to something like this before. You think they’ll let me?”

  “Maybe. You won’t know until you ask.” You two make your way to the conference room,  and it looks like everyone is there pretty much. Tony and Ross are waiting outside the room talking. Wanda gives you a smile and goes in and takes her seat. You take a deep breath and walk up in front of Tony and Ross.

“Good afternoon Secretary. ” You smile and he gives you a fake ass grin.

“Well hello, Miss Y/n. Can I help you with something?” Tony is giving you a weird look. You ignore it and keep going with your innocent act.

“Well, I was wondering if I could sit in the meeting with you guys? I’ve always wondered what it’s like. If not, I understand.”

Tony’s eyes go wide and he opens and shuts his mouth and just walks away.

“I don’t think so, this is government business. It’s not just for normal civilians.” Well fuck you too. I should have stuck my heel up your ass when I had the damn chance.

 You frown and fidget with your hands, “Well, I was just thinking, I’m usually good at calming some of the team down and keeping them in line. But if you don’t think-"He cut you off quickly, “On second thought, maybe this can be a one time thing. But you had better keep them in line.” His voice was stern, like it was a warning to you.

 You smile and nod, “I’ll be there in a minute, I just have to put my phone on silent. Wouldn’t want to disrupt your meeting, Sir.” I cant wait to destroy this meeting. He walks in the room and shuts the door.

 "FRIDAY, I need you to find the footage from the party last night around 11 pm in the bathroom hallway. Find whatever camera angle caught Ross and his friends talking, and make sure the audio is clear. I will let you know when I need you to play it.“

  "Yes Miss” Well that was easy. Here it goes.

  You walk into the conference room and all eyes are on you. Everyone looks confused, but you wave them off. You take a seat between Bucky and Natasha. She sends you a ‘what the fuck are you doing here look?’ and you wink at her.

 Ross starts talking about the Accords, speaking of certain guidelines, nothing new. But that doesn’t last long.

“The government has come up with a new form of the Accords. One that even more countries have signed, and has more rules. Not all of you signed the last one, clearly,  but there is no choice on this. You either sign right now, agreeing to be under government ruling and scheduling, or you will be taken directly to a facility similar to the raft.” Of fucking course Ross.

Before you say anything Ross starts again. “New York, DC, Sokovia, Lagos, Vienna, The Berlin Airport, Siberia. All places have received damage because of the Avengers, or members of the Avengers.” He looks towards Tony, Steve, and Bucky. I don’t think so honey. You start laughing and all eyes turn to you. You stare Ross in the eyes and smile.

  “Is this the part where you push your guilt trip Ross?” Bucky puts his hand on your thigh and squeezes.

 "Y/n don’t.” You roll your eyes and push his hand off.

  “Miss y/n, this doesn’t have anything to do with you. You are here because I let you sit in, so sit down and shut up.” You raise your eyebrows and let out another laugh. Tony opens his mouth to speak but you put your hand up, stopping him. You stand and move in front of Ross, crossing your arms.

  “You think you can push them into signing something that restricts them like that again? That can stop them from helping people in need? If they sign this, you own them. This is supposed to be a free country. People who save lives like the Avengers don’t deserve to be on a Goddamn leash. Your guilt trip isn’t going to work this time, Ross, because I don’t believe more countries signed. I think that a trick of yours. Like how last time it was sending in that woman to trick Tony into thinking her son died in Sokovia.” The room was silent. Tony’s eyes were bugging out of his head.

  “What is she talking about, Ross?” Tony looks ready to pounce at any second.

  “I have no idea what you are talking about, Y/n, but that is a serious accusation against a government official.” Hmm, you’re pretty good at acting, Ross.

  "FRIDAY, play the video from last night please.” A digital screen appears at the head of the table behind Ross. It shows exactly what you saw. When the recording finishes, no one moves or speaks. You smiled and clear your throat.

  “You remember now, Secretary?” He just stares at you. “Don’t try to deny it, I looked into the kid’s name from Sokovia, found his real family, made a few calls. Turns out he died before Sokovia, a car accident. His mother has never been to New York. So who was the woman you hired to play Stark?” I have a gift for bluffing. But I probably should have really looked into this…  Ross was silent. Everyone was silent.

“Tony needed a push, what I did wasn’t illegal. It was needed to push the Avengers in the right direction.” Tony rolls his eyes and goes to speak but you beat him to it.

  “The right direction? The direction that would split them up? You knew they wouldn’t all agree, and you knew they wouldn’t retire. Maybe you wanted to split them up. You know they are too powerful together, but maybe separated they’d be more vulnerable. You got lucky , Zemo showed up with his psycho plan; it made things easier for you.  Take your  Accords and leave.” He goes to  argue back at you, but Bucky stood up and came behind you.

  “I’d listen to the lady, Ross. I don’t think you want to sit in an enclosed room with a team of heroes you just pissed off 6 ways to Sunday.” Ross grabs the document, the Accords, and makes his way to the door.

  Everyone is still looking at you. Tony storms out of the room and you feel terrible. You don’t want him to blame himself, but you know he will.  You smile shyly at the rest of the team and avoid direct eye contact. You make your way to the door and look over your shoulder.

“I have the night shift tonight, guys. I’ll come back in the morning after I get off. I love you all.” No one says anything, so you leave.

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The next morning ………….


  You get off of your 14 hour shift and decide to stop by your apartment. It’s been awhile and you should probably check your mail. As your cab turns the corner, you see dozens of ambulances, firetrucks, and police cars.

 What the hell?

 You jump out of the cab and get closer. You see it’s your apartment building on fire and all of your neighbors gathered outside. Your eyes land on Mrs. Duncan. She lives underneath you with her 3 children. She’s shrieking and crying and you only see two of her three kids. You run over to her and she falls in your arms.

  “Y/n, Joshua is still in there and no one’s doing anything about it! Why isn’t anyone getting him?” Your eyes widen. Why the fuck wouldn’t anyone help her?

  You ask a firefighter and they just say it’s too dangerous. The building could collapse at any time.  She was only on the 2nd floor. An idea pops in your head, and before you can think twice, you’re sprinting towards the door of your building. Sam is going to kill me. You hear voices shouting at you to stop but you keep going. Thank God I have scrubs on, so much easier to move in. As you enter your building all you can see is orange flames everywhere. The stairs leading to the 2nd floor are to you right, you  look over them to see if they look somewhat stable. But you can’t tell. You start sprinting up them anyway. You open the door to the second floor and can hear crying. You head towards the Duncan’s door and it’s already burned open. Damn.

“Joshua? Where are you?”

  "Y/n?” That poor kid. Joshua is the youngest of Mrs. Duncan’s kids. He’s barely 5.You can hear him but you can’t see him.

   “Joshua, you have to come out. I can’t see you!” You start coughing. The smoke is starting to get to be too much. You see  the child wiggle out from under a semi burning dinner table. You take a step forward, but you are shoved into the wall on your left. You start to pick yourself up but are quickly knocked back over. You look up, but between all the smoke and the lack of clean oxygen, you can’t make out the face. All you can see is a shadow of what you think is a man. The man proceeds to drive three hard kicks to your ribs, on the 3rd kick you hear a crack and feel immense pain. You scream out and hear a laugh in return. You slowly pick yourself back up and see Joshua crying under the table. The figure laughs again and looks at you up and down. You can kind of see his face. He looks around your age and he wearing black tactical gear. With a giant skull looking thing on it. You recognize it immediately. Hydra.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” You say under your breath. He laughs again and draws his arm back to punch you. You duck and use all your energy to ram into his midsection to knock him over. As he goes down, you notice something fall from his pocket. You crawl over from your spot next to him and grab it.  It’s a pocket knife with the symbol on it. Before you can get up he grabs your ankle and pulls your towards him. You throw a kick with your other foot and knock him back to the ground. Your vision is starting to get hazier, You move as fast as you can and scoop Josh up, ignoring the pain that shoots through your abdomen. You run to the stairs. You don’t hear anything behind you besides the fire roaring. Right as you make it out of the 2nd floor door to the stairs, an explosion shoots out of the door and catapults you and Josh into the wall before the steps. You cover his head and keep moving. You get to the bottom step and you can see the exit.

  “Just a couple more steps, Joshua,” You say to him. He whimpers and nuzzles himself into your neck. A few steps after you are able to see out the door, you hear the man’s laugh behind you. How did he survive the floor fire? It was strong enough to push  me into a damn wall.  You make the mistake of turning and looking back. The mans hands are producing flames. Inhuman or experiment? Hydra’s stepping up their game, of course. He looks like he’s about to aim them at you and Josh. You set Josh down.

  "Josh, go out the door now. Find a police officer or firefighter. Okay?” You turn him towards the door and give him a little push. You turn back around to the man and try to focus your vision.

“You know, sweetheart, you should be careful whose toes you step on. You never know who their friends are.” Ross. I FUCKING KNEW IT. You don’t know when he gets in front of you, but he lands a punch to your face and you fly backwards and smack into a wall. You’ve slumped against the wall and can barely breathe or see. But you see Josh; he didn’t leave you, he’s just staring at you. You hear the man talking to someone, saying the problem is taken care of, you think you can see that his back is to you. You slowly get up, holding onto the wall because you know you can’t make it on your own. With whatever energy you have left, you bolt to Josh, pick him up, and make it out the front door. The last thing you remember is hearing voices and handing Josh to an officer. Then nothing.
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Frosty Happenings

For the brilliant, beautiful starfish anon who pointed out that I’ve never written winter Jily. I hope that this nonsense brings a smile to your lovely face.

And a million thanks to @levins18​ for basically writing this shop with me in chat and to @petalstofish​ for reading this and trying to kill me with compliments. I love you guys x

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‘Hello there, it’s turned into a rather slippery Friday morning hasn’t it? Ice is going to be quite a widespread problem this morning, and, for those in the East, snow could, possibly, become something of an issue this weekend.’

Lily sighed from her spot on the couch, almost clicked the television back off so that she didn’t have to hear the presenter’s far too chipper voice. She pushed herself to her feet, walked into the kitchen, and put the kettle on instead.

She could still hear the presenter from the kitchen, could hear his smooth, upbeat voice over the quiet hiss of the kettle, the subtle metal buzzing of the toaster as she toasted herself a piece of bread.

'Let’s take a closer look at things this afternoon. You can see this low pressure system working its way across the eastern parts,’ Lily poked her head back into the living room, saw the presenter gesturing towards a long, blue line stretching from East Sussex all the way to fucking Northampton, 'This system is a dry one, so I’m not too worried about snow coming in today, though you might see a few flurries across this stretch at some point today. In terms of snow, we’re really looking at this weekend — we got this system here moving in from the West that’s pretty saturated, so we can definitely expect some snow this weekend, starting late Saturday, early Sunday. Central London looks slated to get the worst of it, so you’re definitely going to want to take some precautions this weekend.’

Lily’s groan drowned out the sound of the kettle clicking off.

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Professor Park

» Part two

So here it finally is. I’m sorry if it sucks, I’m not a writer and English isn’t my first language so please don’t be to hard on a hoe. Anyway, i wanted to expand the story a little bit by digging into the characters so it’s going to be a lil angsty

Author: amsimaria

Word count:  6,6K

Feature: Jimin x Reader ft. Jackson Wang (got7)

Genre: ANGST/SLIGHT SMUT 


5 days later

Your eyes feel heavy, staring at the empty Starbucks coffee cup that’s rolling on the wooden floor of your small apartment.
A sharp pain enters your head when you close your eyes and turn your head to face the wall.
Your lack of appetite made you weak and unable to think rationally about everything that had happened.
All you could think about was how you could avoid the man that had so much power over you, preferably for ever.
The memory of your intimate moment with him was clear as day, which made everything even worse. His forehead, covered in sweat with a few strands of his thick black hair bouncing on his forehead as he pumped himself inside of you. His hands all over your body, gripping and squeezing your flesh.

The worst thing about it all was that you were still dreaming about him every night and they would always end with him walking away with a smug grin on his face while you were crying your eyes out.

You had been skipping classes for three days in a row now, and you didn’t plan on going back there for at least a few more days, maybe even another week after that.
You couldn’t stand the thought of seeing him, act like nothing happened and going back to his wife, giving her the love that you craved for so much.
You wanted to hate him, but every time your mind spilled the image of his smiling face, you couldn’t help but to almost burst out in tears again.
You were a mess.
How could you let him have so much control over you?
Would he even think about you?
Thinking about that made you feel even worse because deep down you knew you were nothing more than a promiscuous schoolgirl to him.

You hear the sound of Melanie’s key pocking the key hole on the outside of your apartment. Watching her come in, you notice her arms are clinging on to two bags, one from Top Shop and the other from American Apparel, two of your favorite clothing shops.
You look at her with a sigh. Your eyes looking lifeless and utterly exhausted from lack of sleep and overthinking to much.
A worried look appears on her face when she closes the door behind her.

The days hadn’t been easy on her either, hearing you crying yourself to sleep and listening to you constantly putting yourself down.

“How are you doing babe?” She asked, her voice calm but with laced slight desperation

‘’I’m ok i guess’’ you answer, staring down at your lap

‘’Was he there?’’ you ask, as you start to you nervously play with the end of your sleeve. You eyes filled with desperation.

‘’Uh.. yea, yeah he was..“ she replies, looking at the ground and rubbing her neck with one hand

Silence fills the room.

”You have to try letting this go man.. He doesn’t deserve this.’’ Melanie sighed.

‘’You need to come back and start picking up the pieces before you start missing actual important shit. I’m sick of seeing you hurt like this. I refuse to let you fuck up your life over some asshole (Y/N), i won’t let it happen.“ She continued

As you look down at your feet, Melanie puts down the bags and sits herself down next to you, placing one arm around you and pushing the side of your head onto her shoulder.

“I assure you it’ll be alright, ok?” She promises bravely

You know everything will be far from alright, but you didn’t want to upset your comforting friend by telling her otherwise, so you just keep quiet and give her a small nod.

“Now get your fine ass into these cute pieces i just bought you, or i will.” She jokingly demands before excitingly getting up and pulling some pieces of pastel colored clothing out of one of the bags.

You struggle to get up, looking at Melanie, who is now holding a yellow piece of clothing in her hand, with a face full of excitement.

‘’Try this one, with this white top.’’ She says while handing you another piece of clothing, this time white.

‘’Uh.. These colors don’t really match my mood, or my face at the moment Mel..’’

‘’Oh come on, nobody is going to notice your ‘’mood’’ when you’ll be rocking these tomorrow.’’  Melanie replies, holding a pair of pastel-yellow colored culottes in front of you.

“Put them on’’ she demands

You obey with a sigh and start to squeeze yourself into the waist-tight over-knee trousers  

‘’Yasssss! It really accentuates your apple bottom babe’’ She lifts your hand in an attempt to make you turn.

“Melanie that’s the last thing i want right now’’ You shout insecure

‘’I don’t want to be noticed, i feel gross enough as it is.’’ you continue, your voice softer this time. sitting back down onto your bed with a defeated look in your eyes.

Melanie sighs.

‘’I’m just trying to help you get out of this downward spiral you’re in (Y/N).’’

You keep quiet.

“Wear a vest over it then?’’ She implies

‘’It’s not about the clothing Mel..’’ You interrupt, shaking your head with a sad smile on your face.

‘’It’s all in your head, you know that right? You just have to swallow the fear of seeing him again.’’ She points out in a serious tone.

‘’I will help you get over it, ok? i promise. Don’t let him see you are broken.’’ she continues

‘’I know.. I- i just really hate him Melan-‘’ unable to finish your sentenced caused by the tickling sensation in your throat from tears coming up, you place your face in the palm of your hands as tears start drowning your eyes again.

‘’Me too, (Y/N) Me too..’’ Melanie sighs, lowering herself to the floor and letting herself fall on her knees next to you, placing the side of her face onto your lap and taking both of your wet hands into hers, holding them tight.

You both stare into the room in silence for a few minutes.

‘’Thank you for being there for me Mel… I’m sorry for acting like a total cry baby these last few days. I don’t deserve a good friend like you.’’ You whimper, pecking your friend on her temple and drying your face with the bed sheet.

‘’You are right, i have to face him and keep my head held high.’’ You say, lifting your chin while jokingly smiling.

You hug your friend before you continue to try on the rest of the clothes she bought you.

- The next morning.

Walking towards the University, you feel the ball, build up of insecurities in your stomach getting intenser and intenser by the minute. You hesitate to walk back to your safe dorm room, but Melanie, who’s paying close attention to your worried expression, is holding on to your hand so tight, that you were sure she would drag you into the campus if she had to.
And she was right, you had to face your problems instead of avoiding them, even if they happened to be the married teacher you’re insanely in love with.

Arriving at the entrance, you both make your way to your first class.
It’s a 2-hour Statistics class.
You feel the pace of your heartbeat speeding up as you watch the clock on the wall every now and then. You were secretly hoping you would somehow faint before your third period began, so you’d have a good reason to skip it, but you knew skipping would only postpone it and make it worse.
At the end of the class you feel lightheaded, caused by all the stress, and an empty stomach as your nervousness resulted in lack of appetite this morning.

Walking towards the entrance of Professor Park’s class, you feel your knees getting weaker with every step you take. The 4 inch high wedges Melanie forced you to wear under the yellow culottes didn’t make it rather easy for you.

‘’Mell, i can’t do this..’’ You say while shaking your head in defeat, eyes filled with desperation

‘’Yes you can, just act like nothing happened ok? she calmly assures you

You feel slight relief as her soberness always seemed to calm you down whenever you were feeling stressed.
She locks her fingers into yours and pulls you inside the classroom.

When you enter, you see Professor Park sitting at his desk, which is odd, he usually always stands leaning against it to greet his students.
You quickly hide your face behind your brown locks and look away from him.
Sitting down at a desk all the way in the back, you look up to see Professor Park still sitting down at his desk, not paying the class any attention.

Your memories of his face didn’t do him too justice. Seeing him again made you feel heartsick.
All you wanted was to feel his soft lips kiss yours again, his eyes smiling at you like you were the girl he searched for his entire life.
A cold and sad feeling creeps into you when you think about how out of reach he actually were from you and how you could never make him love you like you loved him.
Your vision becomes blurring, as you stare at the man you knew would never be yours.

“Are you alright (Y/N)? Melanie asked worried.

Her words didn’t get through to you, you were numb by the feeling of being helpless and lonely.

Suddenly Professor Park gets up from his chair and walks over to the door, closing it to begin his lesson.
Looking into the now filled classroom with an expressionless face, his eyes suddenly widen when his gaze falls on you sitting in the back with your face turned down and your forehead resting on the hand that is leaning on the hard material of the desk, covering your eyes.

Your eyes meet when you slowly look up to see him frozen by surprise, still staring at you. You quickly look away as you feel more tears coming up.

“Ok everyone, L-let’s start today with the following topic, which is In-inflation” He says, nervously blinking, before walking back to his Macbook book to start the projector.

“I can’t do this Melanie..” you admit to your friend in a wobbly voice, looking at her with your eyes telling her everything she needs to know.

Glancing into your now tear filled eyes, she’s silenced by feeling of guilt.
As soon as she starts touching your shoulder in attempt to comfort you, you feel a tear strolling down your cheek, followed by another.
You take your bag, swoop it around your shoulder and start to quickly stumble down towards the exit. One hand covering your mouth and your soaking wet eyes looking away from Mr Park, the man who held your heart in the palm of his hand without even fully realizing it.
Silence fills the classroom as everyone watches you flight your way towards the door.

When outside, you start sobbing like a little kid.
You spurt to the nearest bathroom to hide from your embarrassment.
Locking yourself inside one of the toilets, you sit down on the toilet and place your face in your shaking hands.

A projection of his shocked face, played your mind in an endless loop. The memory of him touching your body with his strong hands, gazing into your eyes and adoring you, had almost become a surreal fantasy of what you wanted it to be. It was almost like it didn’t happen and you made it all up because you were so obsessed with him.

Tears were dripping down your lab like rain drops as your thoughts take full control over your emotions.
You feel your phone vibrating in your bag, probably a worried Melanie. You decide not to look at it, as you didn’t want to talk about it.
You just wanted to go away and leave all of this behind, start a new life somewhere else and just forget about everything.  
If it was only that easy.

Suddenly you hear a noise coming from the entrance of the girls bathroom.
“(Y/N)?”
“Are you in there?”

It was Mr Park’s voice.

A hot flash runs through your whole body, paralyzing you the minute you heard his familiar voice say your name.
It gives you a strangely warm and safe feeling at first but when your memory reminds you of all the embarrassment you’ve caused, you feel instantly sad.

As you don’t answer, you hear his steps coming closer towards the toilet booth you locked yourself in.

‘’I know you’re in there..’’

You remain silent, but your whimpers undoubtedly gave away your presence.

‘’(Y/N) why are you hiding from me? And why are you crying?’’ he asked, his voice low and slightly annoyed.

You wipe away some of the wetness your tears left on your cheeks with an angry swoop, and you open the door of the toilet booth to then stumble out, standing now one feet away from him and looking him into his inviting dark brown eyes, bearing an enraged expression on your face.
You wanted to scream at him and curse him out, but standing in his presence made you feel weak and defenseless.

‘’I.. I feel so stupid!’’ you cry, placing your face in the palms of your hands

Taking one step towards you, he leans over your small frame, taking your hand into his.
Your heart starts racing inside your chest as your faded memories of the intimate moments you shared with him, suddenly all became real again.
Lifting your chin with his other hand, he gently wipes away some of the wetness under your eyes as he gazes into them, making you look away and lowering your gaze to the floor from embarrassment.
You pull back your hand, but he tightens his grip around your wrist, refusing to let go of it.
His hand slowly sliding down your face towards your neck, touching your bottom lip with his thumb.

‘’I haven’t forgotten about you if that’s what you think’’ He suddenly states, almost whispering it.  

His words made you turn your eyes back at him in surprise, meeting his gaze and only blinking at him.

You both stay silent for a few seconds.
He lowers his gaze to the side and back to you, then sighs. ‘’Meet me at 7pm tonight at the coffee place across the street so we can talk about this in private ok?.’’ He commands, his voice warm, but his tone serious.

‘’Ok..’’ You nod in response, looking him into his dark brown eyes.
Letting go of your hand, he turns around to walk back in the direction of his classroom.
His words echoing your mind as you watch him disappear around the corner.

Was it possible it all meant just as much to him as it did to you?
Possibly not, but the thought of being alone with him with, having his full attention sounded like pure heaven to you right now.

- 7PM

Arrived at the arranged place, you take a seat in the back of the coffeeshop, patiently waiting for him to arrive.
His words domineering your thoughts the whole time you were waiting.

You start to get worried when you look at your phone and see it is already 7:21.

Would he even show up?
Why would he, he didn’t care about leaving you behind the first time you let him have his way with you, why would care now?

You start getting anxious at the thought of him forgetting about you or worse, not even caring enough to show up in the first place.
Your eyes light up when you suddenly see the face of your teacher appearing from the entrance.

Your heart starts pounding with excitement and you feel yourself shaking from adrenaline. But when you squint your eyes to get a better view, your heart sinks to your feet. His hand was holding on to that of the woman who he was with the time you saw him at that lounge bar.

Completely paralyzed, you watch your teacher taking a chair from a table in the front, offering it to the woman to sit herself down, then sliding it back to the table. He sits down next to her and, starts touching the small of her back with his right hand and places kisses on her cheek, making her giggle.

Your eyes immediately start to tear up from anger and heartache.

How could he do something so cold?
Was this his way of showing you you should stay away from him and forget him.
You hated him, you wanted to throw your hot coffee into his stupid face and tell him he’s an asshole, but too broken to do something you, take your bag and start storming out of the coffeeshop passed the happy couple.

Two months had passed and you’d switched classes with a girl who wanted to be in Park’s class so bad, she’d practically begged you for it.
Your new Economy class was given by an old lady, a bit slow and boring, but you were happy you could follow the course without having to see Professor Park all the time. Next to that, the new class happened to be a very social one. Everyone worked together and you made a few new friends, including a cute boy named Jackson.
He was 2 years older than you, but he was very playful and he always seemed to be in a good mood. He always made you laugh at the most inconvenient moments and his dry jokes made you mostly forget about everything that had happened to you the last couple of months.

Once in while you still saw your old professor when he walked passed you in the hallways, and most of the time he just acted like you weren’t even there. You hated the way he could act like nothing happened while you still hunkered for his conditional love. You tried your best not to look at him or show him any kind of attention, but it was hard and it was painful every time.

‘’Psst sleepy head, have you studied for the upcoming test?’’ your hear a low voice whispering, coming from behind you and waking you from your daydream about your planned trip to Asia next spring.

‘’Yea, sorta’’ You whisper, turning around at Jackson, before giggling at yourself for how unprepared you actually were for that test.

“Ah ok, let me know if you need help ok?’’ Jackson kindly offers, while smiling.

‘’I will, thanks’’ You smile, turning your head back to the front.

After leaving the classroom, you make your way towards the University’s exit to meet Melanie who was waiting for you at the coffeeshop.
You slightly jump up when you feel a hand on your upper back, stopping you in your tracks. Turning around to see who’s arm it was, you see Jackson’s cheerful face smiling at you.

‘’Hey, i wanted to ask you something. I thought it would be kinda lame if i asked it over text.’’ He mutters, scratching the back of his neck with his hand.

‘’Wow, that sounds pretty serious. Should i prepare myself for your question?’’ You joke

“No.. No. I just. I uh.. I wanted to ask you if you want to go and have a drink with me tonight.’’ He stutters while uncomfortably darting his eyes around before back at you.

A little shocked by his sudden nervousness, you laugh. ’’You don’t have to be so shy about it weirdo’’ You joke, prodding his shoulder with your hand.

Embarrassed by his obvious nervousness, he shakes his head while putting his face in the palm and laughing at himself.

“I’d love to go.’’ You finally answer him, your voice in a higher tone.

‘’Great! Pick you up at eight?’’ He asks joyfully

“Sounds good.’’ You smile

Watching him walk away backwards, you start laughing when you see him bumping his back into a girl who was talking to her friend.

Walking towards the coffeeshop you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about your former professor.
You were still weak for him. Yes, your transfer had helped you get over most of your heartbreak and your new class was a lot better than you could’ve wished for, but still, your love for him had only become more complicated. His words had plagued your mind for weeks. You could sometimes still feel the anger build up when your memories brought back the image of him and his wife entering that coffeeshop.
Maybe it was a good thing Jackson asked you out you thought to yourself.
Maybe he could help you finally get over that asshole. It was a little bit of a selfish thought, but Jackson was a sweet guy and if it wasn’t for the heartbreak, you would’ve probably already asked him out yourself. And besides, a cute guy like him being that nervous to ask a girl out is just adorable.

‘’Tool. ’’ You silently say to yourself while rolling your eyes while widely smiling at his clumsiness before entering the coffeeshop. Spotting Melanie sitting in a booth in the back, you decide to get yourself a coffee first.

Sliding next to Melanie who was rapidly typing her fingers on the keyboard of her laptop, you take a sip of your hot coffee.

‘’Hey boo.’’ Melanie says, not taking her eyes off the bright screen of her laptop.

You giggled at the sight of her big black hipster glasses covering her small face, before greeting her.  

‘’I’m sorry, i gotta finish this reeeal quick.’’ She hastily says.

Silence fills the space between you and your friend as she continues typing on her laptop.
Staring into the coffeeshop, your eyes fall on a couple who seemed to be having an argument about something. While taking another sip of your coffee and watching the pair, the the image of Professor Park and his wife sitting at the table in the front comes ghosting your memory again.
You wondered if they ever fought. Of course they did. Or maybe not?
You didn’t know the woman at all, and even though you had no right to, you hated her with every inch of your body. What was so great about her? What did she have that you didn’t?
Yes, she was presumably a couple of years older than you, and unlike you, she probably had her shit together.
But still, what made him want to marry her? Those questions made you insecure and sometimes somewhat obsessive.

‘’How was class?’’ Melanie asks, bringing the coffee cup to her lips while looking at you.

‘’Good.’’ You mouth absently, still staring at the couple.

‘’Sounds convincing’’ Melanie replies sarcastically

Shaking your head from your thoughts you turn back facing your friend.

‘’Sorry, i was lost in my thoughts for a sec.’’ You reply, after focusing your attention back to Melanie.

‘’About what?’’ she asks, wriggling her eyebrows and throwing one leg over your lap.

When you’re just about to say something, Melanie interrupts you ’’No wait let me guess, you were thinking about that hottie from your new class, who you haven’t introduced me to by the way.’’ She smirks. ‘’What was his name again Jack?’’

‘’Jackson.’’ You reply

‘’He uh.. He asked me out just before i came here.’’

‘’Whuuut! No waaaay.’’ Melanie almost shouts while taking her leg off your lap and starts leaning forward. Gaping at you for a few seconds.

‘’Yes. ’’ You chuckled

‘’And?’’ She asked, stretching her neck out forward and raising an eyebrow.

‘’And what?’’

‘’And, are you gonna bang em?’’ Melanie asked, leaning back and bringing her coffeecup to her lips.

‘’NO! You dumbass’’ You laugh. ‘’I said yes tho. He is going to pick me up at eight tonight.’’ You shyly smile, sounding a little proud.

‘’Good. You could use some lovin, girl.’’ Melanie winks

‘’How was he today..’’ You ask, after a few moments of silence

‘’Who Park? He’s an asshole (Y/N) forget him.’’ she scoffs, looking back at her screen.

‘’I just want you to forget about him. I want my old friend back. The confident one.’’ Her voice sounding a little warmer now.

Lowering your gaze to your lap, you start nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Look at me.’’ Melanie commands, raising your chin with her finger. “You deserve better, man.’’

Nodding in response, you prudently smile at your friend.

Her words were sweet, and you were sure she meant them, but you had to believe them yourself, and you didn’t.

‘’I’m sure he’s fucking some other student now anyway.’’ She mouths, looking back at her laptop.

‘’Really what makes you think that?.’’ You ask in a rushed voice, swiftly darting your eyes back to your friend’s, sounding slightly upset.

‘’Calm dooown.’’ She frames ‘’I’m just assuming with him being a dick and all.’’ She states, lazily.

“Whatever he can do whatever he wants right? Fuck him.’’ You said, sounding unconvinced.

‘’Yeah! That’s the spirit. And besides, you got a date with a hot guy tonight so fuck Park.’’ She says, wriggling her eyebrows.  

‘’Anyway we better get back, we gotta be in class in 15 minutes’’ You sigh, taking your bag and sliding out of the booth.

‘’Yeah let’s go.’’ Melanie says, taking the lid of her coffeecup between her teeth and taking her things before getting out as well.

- 8 PM

After getting a text from Jackson, you hastily take your things and leave your apartment to go on your date with him.

“Hey’’ You greet him with a smile.

“Hey, you look.. g-great!’’ He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously, while scanning you down as you get in the car. His eyes stopping on your tight bordeaux over-shoulder dress.

‘’Well you texted me to wear something fancy but danceable so here you go’’ You shrug, jokingly.

‘’Where are we going anyways?’’ You ask, as he drives away from the campus.

‘’You’ll see.’’ He mischievously smirks, looking at you before looking back at the road.

Arriving at a street full of nightclubs, you continue to stare out of your window, looking at the nicely dressed people walking down the sidewalk. The people here were obviously rich or something, you thought to yourself. Looking at the terraces, you see people smoking cigars, wearing flashy watches and expensive suits.

‘’Wow this looks a little out of reach for a couple of college students’’ You mutter, looking at Jackson before turning back to stare at the sophisticated individuals.

‘’Well, you’re kind of right yeah.’’ He laughed, watching you stare out of your window.

‘’We’re going to go to that club.’’ Jackson points at a place a little further, pushing his finger against your window.

“Really.. How? I don’t understand..’’ You ask, looking confused.

‘’Just come with me’’ Jackson calmly smiled after parking his car.

You both get out and he jokingly holds his elbow out for you to grab onto.  

When arriving in front of the club, you see a massive line of well dressed people waiting to get in.

‘’How are we ever going to get in here? I’m not even 21 and look at that massive line. It will take ages’’ You state, giving Jackson a questionable look.

Taking your hand without saying anything, Jackson pulls you passed the endless waiting line towards the enormous bouncer and a girl who was wearing an earpiece and held a clipboard in her hand.

‘’What are you doing? You’re going to make a fool out of us!’’ You silently shout, making Jackson instantly chuckle.

“You’re so cute, just come with me. The bouncer has a crush on me.’’ Jackson said, pulling you with him.

When the bouncer sees the both of you, he nods at the girl and she immediately unhooks the cord and let’s you both pass. When walking passed them, the bouncer winks at Jackson without smiling, making you even more confused.

When inside, you tuck on Jackson’s arm. ‘’What just happened?’’ You ask, stopping you both from moving before shaking your head confusingly and furrowing your eyebrows at him.

‘’I told you. The bouncer wants a piece of this.’’ He smirks, wriggling his eyebrows while taking his jacket his jacket off.

After laughing at your very confused face he starts talking again. ‘’No, just kidding, my uncle owns this place.’’ He explains, taking your jacket of off you and handing it to the guard robe lady. ’’I can go whenever i want.’’

‘’Wow, that’s pretty cool.’’

‘’Yeah, i guess it is.’’ He shrugged, taking your hand as he walks towards the major marble opening, in the shape of a half moon.

As you both walk in, you couldn’t believe your eyes. The place was amazing. It was one gigantic white marble room, with the ceiling shaped as a dome. And in the middle of the dance floor, there was huge fountain spewing water in all shapes and colours. The DJ booth was located on the white balcony of the second floor, facing the entire club.

‘’This place is amazing Jackson.’’ You say, slapping his chest, still looking around in awe.

‘’I’m glad you like it.’’ He smiled. ‘’It used to be an orthodox church, but they renewed the place.

‘’It’s amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it.’’

Taking your hand, he guides you to a vip like area and you sit down on one of the suede sofa’s.

After a bit of talking and drinking some fruity cocktails, you feel yourself getting restless from the buzz of the alcohol.

‘’Let’s go dancing!’’ You shout excitingly, taking Jackson’s hand and pulling you with him as you make your way towards the dance floor.

As you both start dancing, you notice Jackson getting a little nervous, as he starts avoiding your gaze. Feeling bold, you take his hand and start dancing more close to him.

You had to admit, you were feeling pretty good and you were having fun dancing around with Jackson. For the first time in weeks you didn’t feel insecure and actually felt confident about yourself. You didn’t know if it was because you were falling for Jackson or simply because a cute boy gave you the attention and admiration you so desperately needed. The way Jackson looked at you was so different from the way Mr. Park had looked at you back then. Jackson eyes showed adoration, fondness, cherish. While Park’s eyes showed, lust, desire and hunger. You couldn’t understand why you were so fond of the man. All you two really had was one sexual moment. He didn’t promise you love, nor commitment. Maybe you were the kind of person that just wanted the things she couldn’t have.  

‘’I really like your hair up like that! You should do it more often.’’ Jackson shouts over the music, his eyes twinkling.

Smiling in response, you lift his hand over you head and start doing a little twist beneath it, rolling your back into his chest. Feeling him stiffen under your touch, you lift your hand and place it behind his neck, letting your head slightly rest on his shoulder.

After three minutes of intimate slow dancing you lift your head back up, facing the dance floor.
Your eyes fall on the face of your former professor, standing a little further away from the dance floor, looking at the two of you in complete shock. Blinking a few times, trying to apprehend if this wasn’t one of your memories, playing the image of his flawless features. The image of the man you’d been avoiding for the last couple of months. The man who broke your heart.

It was him, you were sure.

Damn he looks good.

You noticed him scanning your body from top to bottom with his eyes, and after meeting his gaze for a few seconds, he turns back to the group of guys he was with.

Isn’t he with his dumb wife?

You thought, almost saying it out loud in disgust.

All of a sudden you started feeling like this was your golden opportunity to take revenge on the man. You turn around and start kissing Jackson.

After half a minute of intense kissing, you break loose from the kiss. Jackson’s eyes were filled with bliss and his whole demeanor smiled while still holding your neck with his hand.

You felt kind of wrong for using Jackson in your little revenge play, but that didn’t even come close to the amount of thrill your felt from the slight chance you had at making your professor jealous.

Slowly turning around to see if he was still looking at you, Jackson suddenly grabs your hand.

“My uncle texted me to come see him upstairs for a few minutes. Do you want to come with me?’’ Jackson asked considerately.  

‘’No, no! That’s ok i needed to pee anyway.’’ You smile.

Quickly turning around to see if Park was still looking at you, you notice him to be gone.

Has he really left?

Looking around to see if he had maybe walked over to another spot, you notice the little group of people he was with to be gone too.

You walk over to the big hall where the toilets were located. Your eyes shifting around, searching for a familiar face, hoping there would still be a slight possibility he’d be here.  

When you pass by the thick marble pillar connected to the wall, you feel two hands grabbing you by your waist, pulling you closer.

The lobby of the club was a lot darker and you had to blink a few times to adjust your eyes to make up the face that was only inches away from yours. Your heart starts racing when you recognize the familiar face of your former professor. Park. 

‘’Hhmmhh.. Look at you’’ He hummed, biting his lip and staring at you with intense desire. His voice thick with arousal.

‘’What are you doing?! Professor, I came here with someone.’’ You say, trying to push him off of you.

‘’Ah, I love it when you call me that baby’’ He purred down your neck, not letting go of your waist and placing his lips on the soft flesh of your neck and trailing down kisses on your strapless shoulders, sending your body shivers like no other could.

Feeling him so close to you made your breath become unsteady from arousal. He broke you, humiliated you and changed you into this obsessive insecure girl that lost almost all of her confidence, yet still had you wrapped around his finger in a matter of seconds. That thought made you angry. Pulling yourself loose from his grip, you take one step backward.

‘’Don’t you have a wife to go to? Professor.’’ You scoff, your voice slight shaky, laced with build up insecurities.

‘’Jimin.’’ He sighed.

‘’What?’’

‘’Call me Jimin.’’ He warmly smiled, looking into your eyes as if you were someone he genuinely cared for.

Not being able to bring up the words, you stay silent, just looking at him with slightly parted lips.

‘’You make me go insane, you know that?’’ He says, taking a step closer to you. ‘’I mean look at you.. You gave me a hard on just by standing there.’’ He slowly sneaks his hand around your butt cheek.

‘’You’re drunk’’ You state while carefully scanning his face.

‘’Oh is that so?’’ Placing his hand on the back of your thigh, he slowly lowers himself in front of you, still looking into your eyes. ‘’Man.. What i would to get a taste of you right know.’’ He purrs, sneaking his other hand under the split of your dress.
Reaching your panties, he gently eases two fingers inside your soaking wet core, making you quietly moan, but loud enough for him to hear.

“Fuck.’’ He breaths ‘’You’re tight little pussy is soaking wet.’’ His words slurred and his eyelids hanging from both arousal and the buzz of the alcohol.

‘’Do you like me filling you up baby?’’ Jimin breaths.
You quietly moan at the feeling of his fingers slowly going in and out your still very tight core.

“No, no. Stop, there are people here. And this isn’t right. I came here with someone. I have to go back to him before he comes looking for me.’’ You say, sounding out of breath, pulling his hand away as you take a step back.

‘’What? You mean that clown you were kissing back there?’’ Jimin snorts, getting back up he points his head towards the direction of the dance floor while laughing in a condescending manner. ‘’You need a real man (Y/N), not some college douchebag who probably doesn’t even know how to give it to you right.’’

You remain silent, your gaze fixed on the ground.

‘’Let me take you home.’’ He says, his voice warm but low.

His words felt like honey to your ears. He wanted you so bad and you loved every second of it.
Though you wanted nothing more than to leave with him, your intuition was screaming for you not to give in. For you to go back to Jackson who actually liked you for you and didn’t use you or break your heart. Jackson was cute, sweet and fun to be with but your love for Jimin Park was so much more than just a crush, your heart literally skipped a beat every time your name rolled of his skillful slick tongue. You’d never felt anything like this, ever.

‘’I can’t.. You broke me heart.’’ You finally answer, looking back into his eyes.

Jimin sighs. “(Y/N) look..’’ He says stroking your jaw. ‘’I’m sorry if i hurt you.. It’s just.. I can’t stop thinking about you. You are the woman of my dreams.’’

The woman of his dreams..
Did he really mean that?

‘’Really?’’ You shyly smile.

‘’Yes. I’m just in a complicated situation right now.’’ He said.

You were unable to tell if he was being honest. You would probably buy anything that came from his mouth. You were putty in his hands, locked under his spell.

‘’I want to keep seeing you. Please let me take you home tonight.’’

Your obsession with him had become unhealthy. You often found yourself imagining him calling his wife and letting the phone lay next to you while he fucked you, and you moaned his name in between the sound of skin slapping skin.
You were so jealous of a woman you didn’t even know that it had made your thoughts somewhat wicked and hateful towards her. You wanted him all to yourself.  

After a few seconds of silence you answer.

‘’I’ll go with you on one condition..’’

‘’Anything’’ He replies, looking straight into your eyes. His voice clear.

‘’I want you to take me to your house, and fuck me on your kitchen counter while your wife is asleep in your bedroom.’’ You boldly state, looking into his eyes with all the seriousness, making him widen his eyes and parting his lips at your words.

‘’What.. A-are you being serious?’’ He raises his eyebrows at you.

‘’Yes. If you want to fuck me professor, you have to take me to your house and do me while your wife is asleep.’’ You reply innocently but clear.

‘’I.. I can’t do that (Y/N)..’’  

‘’Why not? She’s asleep, she won’t notice. I’ll be very quiet.’’ You promise, biting your lip while looking him into is eyes. 

You were so desperate for him to give in. You just wanted some kind of confirmation that he didn’t value her as much as you thought he did. 

After some consideration, Jimin gives in. ‘’Let’s go.’’ He says without smiling, looking at you with his lust filled eyes. 

Getting into Jimin’s car, you text Jackson that you weren’t feeling good and took a cab home. You felt awful for leaving Jackson like that, and you would probably hate yourself in the morning, but for now you just couldn’t bring yourself to care as your body was high on the rush of endorphins.


I’m sorry it sucked, i promise the next part will be better.

Topaz

Pairing: Lams (Laurens x Hamilton) 

warnings: None! 

word count: 1216

A/N: I am so sorry for the lack of updates. I’ve just been really muddled with some events going on recently, but hopefully I’ll be back on track soon. I just want to take a moment to thank the queen, Adri (@im-writing-out-of-time) for  just being there for me and helping me get my shit back together. Thank you so much <3 without further ado, please enjoy this light and fluffy lil fic <3 


Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

Never missing a beat, Alexander’s fingers drummed against the table as his knee bounced. He stared blankly at the wall, chewing at his lip, mind racing. He registered something- a noise, a someone- but it didn’t quite grab his attention.

Tap tap tap-

“Alexander!” John shouted. Alex jolted, jumping up with a start, head snapping to the side to look at him. “What?!”

“What has got you so worked up, babe?” John asked, concern flooding his tone.

Alexander shook his head, sitting back down. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He dismissed, pulling out his phone. He stared at it, retreating back into his mind.

“Alexander, your phone isn’t even on.” John rose from his seat, crossing the room. He leaned down on the back of Alex’s chair, loosely linking his arms around his boyfriend’s chest, nuzzling into his neck. Alex melted into the gentle touches, setting his phone down and closing his eyes.

“Tell me what’s bothering you,” John coaxed, pressing a soft kiss to the base of Alex’s neck.

“No.” Alexander opened his eyes, leaning back with a heavy sigh.

John scoffed, but Alexander could hear the hurt in his tone. He didn’t pull away though, and Alexander felt himself clinging to the warmth that John carried with him, addicted to the feeling that would pool in his heart that he felt every time John touched him. 

Two years they’ve dated, and Alexander knew- he knew he loved John. He felt it hard; his world seemed to be brighter when he looked at John, every nerve would jolt with electricity when he would brush against his skin, the sound of his voice would clear Alexander’s mind on his worst days.

Alexander loved everything about John. From the freckles spattered across his skin that Alex would kiss to the scars accumulated from childhood incidents that marred his arms, the rough pads of his fingers and the palms of his hands to the lean muscles that would pull taut when Alexander ran feather-light fingers across the skin, especially his beautifully complex mind that he still couldn’t figure out.

He didn’t just love John. He was in love with him.

“Please,” John pleaded, pulling away from Alexander. Immediately, he felt cold, and he stood, turning to face the other. “Why won’t you let me help?”

“I’m scared,” Alexander whispered. “Of what you’d say.”

“You know that I’d never think differently of you, love.”

“I know but…” Alex trailed off, rubbing his hands over his face.

“But…?” John pressed.

“I’m not ready,” Alexander countered.

John pursed his lips, a troubled look darting across his face.

Alexander was terrified that John would say no if he asked. He was scared that two years wasn’t enough to convince him, that he wasn’t ready, or worse- that he didn’t love Alexander anymore. Besides, he didn’t even have a ring yet- he had debated on it, actually, but ultimately decided that he would just get a simple ring, golden topaz set in a dark band.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready,” John finally said at last, frowning as he chose his words carefully. “But I’m worried. Are you sure I can’t help?” He reached out, cupping one side of Alexander’s face, running his thumb over his cheekbone.

Alexander leaned into the touch, moving his hand over John’s to keep it in place as his eyes fluttered shut.

Now or never, Alexander, his heart shouted at him.

But what if it’s too early and you blow it? His brain countered immediately.

“I love you Alexander, I’m never going to stop loving you.”

“John, I… I love you so much. I know I’ve said it so many times over the two years that we’ve been together, but I want- I want you to know, I mean it, with all my heart and mind, I- I don’t want this to end. I don’t want us to end. I love you so much.” Alexander didn’t pause for a second, stumbling over the words that he had rehearsed in his head for so many weeks.

“I know that I’m not the best, I know that I haven’t been the easiest to be with. There’s so many others who could make you happier, give you more-”

“Alexander-” John began to protest.

“-but, god, I’m so glad that you’ve stayed through it all. I’m so glad you’ve not given up on me. I used to think that I wasn’t going to make it, and if I did, I wouldn’t need anyone. I thought I was going to be alone for the rest of my life, but now I realize that I can’t do that. I can’t be alone after being with you.”

His speech seemed to be enough to spark the courage in Alexander’s body, because he found himself taking John’s hand in both of his own, dropping to his knee.

“You know that I’m the kind of man who doesn’t think, I just make rash decisions, I take chances, but John Laurens, believe me when I tell you that I’ve spent so many sleepless nights thinking about my next question.”

Alexander took a breath, not allowing his next words to be caught up in his throat.

“All I need is you. John, will you marry me?”

Everything stopped. There was no sound, no movement for a second, only Alexander and John, and John and Alexander.

When John didn’t reply, Alexander began to speak again, panic invading his words. “I-I know you probably, um, think this is crazy, that I’m insane, but trust me when I say I’ve never needed anything more. If- If you’re not ready then I’ll wait till the day I die. I love you- I’m in love with you, John, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life-”

Alexander had let go of John’s hands, standing. Now he felt anxiety sinking into his skin, crawling into his nerves, making the edges of his vision blur with tears that began to seep out of the corners of his eyes. As the first tears began to slip out, John flung his arms around Alexander, pulling him into a deep kiss.

When he pulled back, he was smiling brighter than all the stars in the universe. His own face was wet with tears, and he was nodding- nodding yes, it seemed, because he was at a loss for words.

Alexander broke into a smile as well, cupping John’s face and pulling him back, peppering his face in kisses as the other laughed.

“We can go down to the courtroom and sign the papers today, nothing huge,” Alexander said between kisses. “I’m sorry I don’t have your ring yet, I wasn’t expecting this to happen so soon-”

“Wait. You were like… planning a whole thing? And getting me a ring?” John asked, seemingly dumbfounded. Alexander nodded. “Yeah, I told you I spent a lot of time thinking this over.” Alexander shrugged, but leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose.

“But don’t worry, I’ll get you your ring, prince,” Alexander purred. “But go get dressed, I wanna get married.” John grinned from ear to ear, kissing him quickly before bounding out of the room. Alex smiled to himself, bouncing on the balls of his feet from the excitement before going to get dressed as well.

I wrote a little something

for @duckygirl605 who has some new, exciting things happening in her life :D

I intended to make this a drabble, but instead I have about 3-5 chapters planned…

It’s an au, but I’m not telling what kind of au <3 (although I bet it’s REALLY easy to guess), but for now it’s just a laundromat au.

Please enjoy this short introductory chapter!

(oh OH! I forgot to mention earlier!! There’s a part in here that pays homage to my absolute favorite movie in the world, American Psycho. If you’re familiar with the movie, see if you can spot it :D)



When Hinata landed the night shift position at the local laundromat, he couldn’t believe his ears when the manager told him there had been no other applicants; surely someone else would have been enchanted by the idea. The people who frequent the night laundries must be interesting: desperate students toiling endlessly under a time crunch, struggling writers and insomniac artists, transients with with endless stories just waiting for an attentive ear - and he’d be right there to provide that service to them (along with a wide assortment of reasonably-priced fabric softeners).

The entire idea was just so… romantic! He couldn’t wait to meet all sorts of fascinating people.

But as the weeks passed him by, he slowly realized that maybe his new job wasn’t quite the fairytale he had envisioned.

It wasn’t that the customers were awful, but they certainly weren’t interesting - and if they were, they weren’t exactly stoked on the idea of sharing their lives and stories with Hinata at two in the morning.

But… hey, sometimes he’d get the opportunity to show someone how to clean out a lint trap in a dryer! That’s something, right?

But that’s typically where the interactions would end.

And so, he eventually resigned himself to sitting quietly at the front desk, scrolling through his phone or flipping through one of the garbage magazines that the customers left behind. Sometimes he’d fill a couple pages in the coloring books stuck in the children’s corner - it’s not like they got any use, otherwise. Even the smiles he’d greet the guests with started to lose their luster.

Until, eventually, he stopped smiling at them all together. It’s not like they smiled back. They barely even looked at him.

Every shift was the same - the same boring night with the same boring, unfriendly people, the same magazine he’s been reading for three nights now, the same clock on the same beige wall that he’s been watching for weeks, just waiting for four o’clock to roll around so he can close up and shuffle home, the same—

“Hi.”

Hinata yelps, head snapping up from his tattered magazine so quickly he jolts on his stool. He grabs wildly at the counter to keep from toppling backwards.

“H-hi!” Hinata stammers a greeting, forcing a smile onto his weary face. He didn’t even hear the door jingle. But, there, standing… an odd several feet from the counter is a tall, young guy, probably close to Hinata’s age, with dark hair and a completely blank expression on his face. The guy blinks slowly once, twice, and then again before… still not saying anything else.

“Um,” Hinata says, licking his lips, “can I help you?”

The guy blinks again.

A few more seconds pass with nothing but the quiet mechanical hum of fluorescent lights and dryers to break the awkward silence; but then, to Hinata’s immense relief, the guy parts his lips as if to speak. But he closes them again and drags his hazy eyes away from Hinata’s face, slowly strolling them around the laundromat.

Now, Hinata has seen his fair share of drunk people stumble in, but there’s nothing unsteady to this guy’s stance. Usually a night of drinking is paired with the telling scent of alcohol cutting sharply through the clean scent of detergent and rumpled clothes carrying a decent amount of the night’s libations that didn’t make it to the person’s mouth. But the man’s white t-shirt is clean, free of wrinkles and stains, and yeah, he’s standing too far away for Hinata to smell him, perhaps, but nothing about the way he’s standing there suggests a night of too much drinking.

Except the bizarre glassiness to his bloodshot blue eyes.

Maybe it’s drugs, Hinata thinks sadly. It’s a shame, really, the guy is… kind of hot.

Kind of.

But when those eyes find his again, that “kind of” veers sharply into “very.”

“Do,” Hinata swallows, his mouth is suddenly very dry, “you need a machine for that?” He asks, pointing at the balled up fabric clutched in the man’s fist at his side. He knows that the whole laundromat thing can be confusing for some people their first time, so maybe he can cut the guy some slack.

But, even so, usually people bring their laundry in, like, a basket or something.

Blue eyes blink again and then glance down at his small bundle - Hinata swears he looks almost like he forgot he was carrying something.

But then he raises his eyes. And then he nods.

“Okay!” Hinata chirps, sliding off his stool and walking around to the front of the counter, approaching the other man. “You can come over this way… wait,” Hinata pauses, getting another look at what appear to be bedsheets wound in his hand. “What’s… on those?”

The guy pulls the sheets behind his back, but it’s a sluggish motion, his face showing the first hint of what could be emotion since he walked in - his cheeks pink and his eyes drop away when his free hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck.

And then Hinata hears his voice.

“It’s…” he says slowly, deeply “cranberry juice.”

Hinata never knew those words could sound so luscious.

Jesus. Maybe he needs to find a new job. Hasty juice excuses aren’t supposed to be sexy. Especially when he’s pretty sure that the stain in question is—

“Isn’t cranberry juice purple?” Hinata presses, narrowing his eyes at the sheets.

“Cran…” the man continues hesitantly, pulling his hand further behind his back, “apple.”

“Uh huh…” Hinata says, eyes flicking back up to the man’s blushing face. But he decides that maybe whatever happened in this guy’s bed is absolutely none of his business (though he certainly wouldn’t mind making it his business. Yeah. Wow. He needs to get out more. He’s getting… slutty); and besides, it’s unlikely that he’d be lucky enough for the monotony of this goddamn job to finally be broken up by any sort of, like, hot guy serial killer or whatever.

And the degree of embarrassment showing in the man’s handsome face suggests to Hinata that that isn’t the case.

Unfortunately.

Hinata sighs. “Okay,” he says, “follow me.”

But as he leads the way through the machines, a terrible thought occurs to Hinata: what if this guy is hurt? What if he was attacked and was threatened into not going to the police so instead he limped down to the laundromat, scared and alone and ashamed to have been a victim of a violent act perpetrated by someone he trusted enough to let into his bed?

But a side glance towards the very clearly uninjured, unbloody man beside him squashes those thoughts back down.

Maybe it really is juice.

“You can use this one,” Hinata says when they reach a washing machine. “Money goes here, or you can use a credit card here, then you put the detergent in right here, fabric softener goes—”

“Um,” the man interrupts from behind Hinata, clearing his throat. “Where does the soap come from?”

Hinata turns slowly, then takes a sharp step backwards into the machine, eyes wide and startled when he finds the man standing only a couple inches from him.

“I-I can sell you some!” Hinata says quickly, pressed up against the cool metal.

“Okay,” the man says, giving Hinata that blank stare, yet again.

And standing this close, looming over him, Hinata can confirm that, no, this man definitely does not smell like alcohol; rather his scent is fragrant, earthy and warm and startlingly alluring. Damn - Hinata’s head is actually starting to swim.

“Would, uh,” Hinata starts nervously, sidestepping away from between the man and the machine, “this be easier if I just washed it for you?”

The guy looks down at the sheets and then back up at Hinata, hesitating only for a moment before thrusting the bundle towards Hinata’s face.

“I’m new here,” the guy blurts.

Hinata blinks rapidly at the sheets in his face. Then focuses on the expectant eyes beyond them. He raises a brow. “What is this, school?”

“New… in town,” the man corrects as Hinata takes the sheets, unfurling them in the process.

“Oh, well, welcome to the neighborhood!” Hinata says happily, examining the stain. “Do you… uh, have a dog?” He asks, narrowed eyes running over several small holes pricked into the soiled fabric. “It looks like something has been… chewing on these.”

“Yeah,” the man says flatly. “She likes… cranberry juice.”

“Cran-apple,” Hinata mutters, turning to stuff the sheets into the machine behind him.

“Right.”

Hinata walks the other man through the process of washing the sheets, throwing in some free fabric softener for a first-time customer, all the while being painfully aware of those blue eyes staring intently at the side of his face while he works. When he feels himself blush, he sees the guy lick his lips out of the corner of his eye. Then he jerks his gaze away.

“So, um,” Hinata asks, jabbing at the start cycle button. “You just moved here?”

“Yeah,” the guy says, watching an older woman load some clothes into a dryer on the other side of the room. “Kageyama.”

“What?” Hinata asks, cocking his head.

“My name,” the guy says, turning his attention slowly back to Hinata, “is Kageyama.”

“Oh!” Hinata replies. “I’m Hinata! It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Kageyama mumbles, watching Hinata’s face for several seconds, drawing that blush up into his cheeks again.

Hinata clears his throat loudly, nodding towards the front of the laundromat. “I have to get back to my, uh, post, but there’s a sofa over there,” he explains, pointing to the back of the room. “There’s coffee and some vending machines, too. And the wifi password is on a sign over there.”

But Kageyama just continues to stare.

“Okay, um, well,” Hinata fidgets, looking away, “you could come sit up front with me, i-if you want. It gets kind of lonely. Here. A-at night, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Kageyama replies flatly. Agreeing to something, but Hinata isn’t sure what.

But a wave of delight ripples its way through Hinata’s stomach when Kageyama follows him back to the counter.

This bizarre, seemingly impaired man is, tragically, the most exciting thing to happen to him in what feels like ages - definitely since he landed this shitty-ass job.

They don’t talk much, really, but Hinata is grateful for the company, albeit silent and weird and distressingly attractive; Kageyama certainly isn’t much for conversation, but he sits there at the counter with Hinata, staring out the window into the night or reading the magazine over Hinata’s shoulder.

Not that Hinata can concentrate on the pages; he’s never felt so… thrillingly uncomfortable. Kageyama has absolutely no concept of personal space, or rather he has a strange attitude towards it. He’s either pressed up against Hinata’s arm, scowling down at the pages of the magazine and roughly grabbing Hinata’s hand to keep him from flipping to another one - Hinata starts trying to turn pages early just for the pleasure of having those long fingers encircle his wrist - or he’s scooting his stool far down the length of the counter to unabashedly stare at Hinata from afar. And when it’s time to switch the sheets to the dryer, Kageyama doesn’t so much watch closely as he watches Hinata closely.

Usually, Hinata is an endless chatterbox, no matter how quiet the other person may be, but the nervous energy vibrating its way through his body has wiped his mind clean of any conversational topics. With those blue eyes focused on him, Hinata’s brain is all muddled and hazy, fogged with that intoxicating scent when Kageyama draws near again.

Hinata’s spine straightens when Kageyama’s knee bumps his below the counter, his heart starting to race when his arm is jostled by Kageyama’s hand, cool fingertips gently resting against Hinata’s elbow.

“So,” Kageyama starts, voice deep and soft and far too close to Hinata’s ear, “what’s—”

Hinata jumps at the intrusive buzzing that he hears fifty times a night. Kageyama’s dryer has stopped.

Kageyama seems to have been startled, too, because he’s suddenly on his feet, staring down at Hinata with wide, worried eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Hinata asks, his pulse fluttering away in his ears.

“Nothing,” Kageyama replies quickly.

“Your laundry is done,” Hinata tells him. Brown eyes flick to the clock, and he realizes it’s ten minutes to close. They’re the only two left in the building.

“Yeah,” Kageyama says, glassy eyes dropping to the floor. “Thank you.”

Hinata swallows, watching Kageyama step around the counter and stalk unsteadily to the dryer. He wrenches open the door and yanks the sheets out, turning on his heel and making a beeline for the door.

“Wait!” Hinata cries, jumping to his feet.

Kageyama freezes, one hand on the door and the other clutching the sheets to his chest. He screws his eyes shut. “What,” he demands through grit teeth.

Hinata isn’t sure what just happened - his heart is still hammering like mad, palms sweaty where they press against the counter. He swallows thickly, panicking at the abrupt change in mood. Did he do something wrong? Is this hot weirdo angry about something? And what the hell was he going to say?

“What were you going to say?” Hinata asks, voice strained.

Kageyama’s shoulders relax, tension bleeding out of them as he breathes out slowly. Then those tired, hazy eyes find Hinata’s again, and Kageyama asks,

“What’s a wifi password?”

Hinata blinks. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” Kageyama says, face snapping forward again, “I… I have to go.”

And then there’s the merry jingle of bells.

And Kageyama is gone.