your name shows up on my phone

People like me are meant to be alone, Because half the time I won’t even notice your name no longer lights up my phone.
I’m a walking contradiction, 
An as*hole with a heart of gold.
I’ll show you what love should really look like,
 But make sure to leave before any of it can unfold

I have a contradiction that will always
 Prevent me From loving you
Because I have Sadly learned Early in life 
That people leave
I will be clingy But never get closer 
Be demanding attention
While keeping at bay
I have my fear Of commitment
 Solidly embedded In me
But once you’re here
I will hold on
Until
you can no Longer support me
I am a contradiction 
Of emotion and impulse 
Of lonely and together
Of holding on and letting go

—  nickglendenning, anonymous 219
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Coffee and Creamer

Author’s Note: FINALLY! Thank you for being patient. To the two cupcakes who requested a sequel to The Mistress and to the cupcake who requested a blow job fic, I hope you enjoy!


You’d woken up to the smell of coffee and the faint sunlight peeking through the curtains. You rolled over in bed, tangling yourself in the soft, silk sheets, and looked at the time. He had 08:00 meeting that morning and by the distant sound of his voice, you could tell he was already tired. You knew it wasn’t easy being a CEO and, now that you were dating one, you realized just how much he gave himself to his company.  

You groggily got up and made your way to the bathroom. Pushing your hair out of your way to wash your face and brush your teeth, you tried to make yourself look fresh faced. You slipped into his shirt from the night before and followed the sound of his voice to the living room.

He was sitting hunched over his laptop, his glasses sitting dangerously close to the edge of his nose as he glossed over the multitudes of papers on the table. The voices on the telecom were talking over each other, crunching numbers and organizing deadlines, in what seemed like an overwhelming chaos. Nonetheless, your boyfriend calmly listened, writing notes here and there and interjecting his comments intermittently.

His looked up at you and smiled. You smiled back and, careful to be quiet, walked over to kiss him on the lips.

“Good morning.” You mouthed silently to him.

“Morning” he mouthed back.

You took the empty coffee cup from the table and went into the kitchen. You knew he drank his coffee black, but you couldn’t quite get over the bitterness and opened the refrigerator for some milk. You stopped, staring down at the little bottle of hazelnut coffee creamer in the shelf.  You mentioned how much you liked that particular creamer once days ago and here it was. Even though you’d only been officially dating for a few weeks, he’d already ensured that you had everything you needed when you were over from a toothbrush to feminine hygiene products and now your favorite coffee creamer. You stopped smiling like an idiot and closed the refrigerator, but it reappeared as you poured the coffees and went back to the living room.

He saw you coming with the reinforcements and patted his lap welcomingly. You blushed, placing his mug on the table before seating yourself on his lap.

“You’re the best. I love you.” He said quietly. You were rewarded with a quiet kiss on your shoulder before he regained his professionalism and carried on with his work call.

Despite the fact that you’d been fucking for over a year, these past few weeks felt brand new. You’d exchange shy looks over dinner as if you hadn’t already seen his cum face millions of times before. Simple, lingering touches or cuddles still seemed awkward at first regardless of how many evenings you’d spent bouncing on his dick or sitting on his face. Even quick “I gotta go or I’ll be late” kisses still made your stomach flip. It was all very strange, but you were enjoying it.

You reached over, pulling his face towards yours and kissed him affectionately. His flustered smile made your heart swell. You motioned for him to go back to his call while you busied yourself with checking your own schedule on your phone. He hadn’t been sitting for five minutes before you felt the familiar bulge beneath you. You turned to your boyfriend, who had a cheeky smile on his face, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“I can’t help it. You’re just so sexy.” He whispered back, his deep voice making goose bumps raise over your skin. He shifted under you, adjusting you between his legs with a groan. “Baby…” he said in a voice you knew all too well.  

“Remember that you’re on a work call.” You murmured as a heat began to ignite in your lower belly. “You should be paying attention.”

“We’re wrapping up anyway.” He said, trailing kisses up your shoulder to the weak spot on your neck. You moaned softly and felt him smile against your skin. He spoke in Korean towards his phone to which another voice answered back. Switching back to English, he turned to you.

“Show Daddy what that pretty mouth can do, hmm?” He knew what to say to you to make you weak. You knew you should leave him alone and let him work. You hesitated, wanting him to maintain his professionalism rather than succumb to his own neediness. The erection pressed against you warned that it was probably too late for that.

“And when you’re whining and moaning my name?” you asked as you stood up from him lap, turning towards him and kneeling down between his legs. “What would your executives think of their CEO then?” you inquired as you pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties. He didn’t answer, but the way the thin material of his pajama pants were tenting gave him away. His tongue glided over his lips cautiously as you pulled the edge of his bottoms down and took him in your hand. You kissed the head of his cock lightly, teasing him with feather light touches. You lazily licked at the shaft of his cock, focusing on coating him with your saliva rather than getting him off. You looked up at him, enjoying the strained look on his face. To your surprise, he was maintaining his professionalism quite well. You intended to change that. You pushed his knees further apart, raking your nails along his inner thighs. He sucked in a breath of air, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.  You gripped his dick and spit on it, using the flick of your wrist to erase any friction as you began to pump him.

“F-f-f-fuck.” He groaned quietly, sliding forward in the chair.

“I haven’t even done anything yet baby.” You teased, placing a kiss to his inner thigh. You playfully bit down on the place you’d just kissed, producing a surprised, throaty moan.

“Mmm, don’t do that sweetheart.” He warned, although it carried almost no threat judging by the way his eyes were glazing over.

“But I like the way it makes your cock twitch in my hand.” You said provocatively. His hand came down to caress your jawline as an airy smile played on his lips.

“I’ll cum too quick if you keep doing that.” he said.

You smirked and slowly took the head of his cock in your mouth. Swirling your tongue over his slit while gently sucking on the tip of him, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Even at such an erotic moment, you wanted to make him feel good. You wanted to show him how much you cared about him. You began doing what you knew he liked, pleasuring him as best you could. His breathing turned ragged as he tried to keep quiet.

His booming voice, loud and clear, startled you. He said a few things into his phone while slamming his laptop closed. You’d already forgotten that he was on a conference call, the sound of his executives had become background noise long ago. He said a few more hurried words then pressed the end call button on his phone repeatedly before tossing it across the room and onto the sofa. You would have giggled if not for the lustful, almost carnal, look in his eyes. He reached down for you, grabbing you by the sides of your face and kissed you intensely. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers moved down, gently squeezing around your throat. Just as quickly, he pulled away from you, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip. You let out a small whimper at the loss of contact.

“Baby.” He said breathily. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. He looked gorgeous with his blown pupils and swollen lips. “Take your panties off.” He groaned, “I want you to play with that pussy while you suck my cock.” His words had you soaking through your panties almost instantly. You obeyed, stopping long enough to step out of your panties and kick them aside before squatting back down. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock again, bobbing your head up and down in a steady rhythm. With newfound fervor, you pleasured him with your mouth while taking your free hand and gingerly touching yourself. You were surprisingly sensitive. Turning him on turned you on. You slowly circled your clit, moaned around his dick at the feeling. He moved his hand to your hair, gathering it up into a pony tail.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He moaned. You relaxed your jaw, taking as much of him as you could. You could feel his hips jerking and knew he was close. You bobbed your head in time with his thrusts, moaning and drooling down his cock until his hips stilled and ropes of hot cum coated your throat. You swallowed around him, causing him to shriek out in pleasure and pain. You leaned back, still dazed, and admired how fucked out he looked.

“Come here.” He said. You stood up and leaned into him, bringing your lips to his hungrily. He kissed your back, tasting himself on your lips. His hands snaked around your thighs, his hands cupping your ass and hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively while kissing along his jawline and nipping at his neck. He plopped you down on the table (on top of all his paperwork). He kissed your lips, trailed down to your décolleté, sucking lightly on the skin above your collarbone and down to your breast. Wrapping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth and pinching the other, you threw your head back at the sharp but pleasant feeling. He switched, giving each nipple equal parts of pleasure and pain.

“Babe…” you moaned, trying to urge him to go lower.

“Lean back baby.” He pressed gently. You lay back on the table. “I want your legs up.” He said, pushing your legs up towards your face. You grabbed your calves and held your legs in place for him. “That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.” You moaned at the feeling of his soft lips on your thighs. He bit down, almost exactly where you’d bitten him earlier, and playfully sucked on the soft skin while he massaged your opposite thigh. As good as this felt, you needed him in another place.  

“Baby…” you squirmed. He smiled darkly as he seated himself between your legs.

“You’re so wet for me.” he groaned. He carefully outlined your pussy. His faint touches made you squirm, tickling and tantalizing all at once. He smirked, fully aware of the affect he had, and continued to tease you for what seemed like hours.

“You are so rude!” you yelled out in frustration. He giggled childishly, his face shinning with mischievous joy.

“You like when I play with your pretty pussy, don’t you?” he asked as he began to rub circles into your clit with the pad of his thumb, making you jerk in pleasure. All of his teasing had made your clit hypersensitive.

“Yes, but please…” you urged, trying to relieve some of the pressure building. The more you moved towards him, eager to feel him, the more he pulled away.

“Please what? Tell Daddy what you want.” He teased, punishing you by firmly spanking your clit, sending satisfying shocks up your body. You yelped out, arching your back towards him.

“Fuck me, please.” You moaned out in frustration.

“Hmmm, no…not yet.” He said, “I want you to cum on my tongue first.” You almost screamed when his warm tongue finally brushed over your clit. He circled over your clit before running his tongue up and down your pussy and stopping at your clit again. “You taste so good, so sweet.” He praised, lapping noisily at the arousal pooling at your entrance. You were weak for his praise. You moaned loudly with each trace of his tongue, each lick, each bite. You weren’t going to last very long, every touch bringing you closer and closer to your climax. He flattened his tongue on your clit and shook his head quickly, making your whole body contract.

“Spread your legs.” He said looking up at you, his tone gentle yet firm. You weakly complied, if only enough to keep from suffocating him. He returned to his work, his tongue gliding across your pussy with ease. He didn’t let up, applying the perfect amount of pressure and sloppily making out with your clit. You reached out for his shoulders as your moans turned into screams.

“Don’t stop! You’re gonna make me cum!” you warned. He gripped your thighs tightly as he brought you crashing into a mind blowing orgasm. He guided you through a second orgasm, his tongue never leaving your clit until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

He sat back in the chair and licked his lips. You looked over at him, his mouth slick with your juices. He winked at you as he wiped his mouth with the back on his hand.

“That was so fucking sexy, baby.” He said. He stood up and pushed the chair out of his way. Grabbing your legs, he pulled you to the edge of the table. You watched as he pumped himself in his hand before positioning himself between your legs. You bit your lip in anticipation, but instead of fucking you senseless he began tracing the tip of his cock against your labia with a look of concentration.

“Don’t fucking tease me, please!” you mewled. He groaned deeply, the guttural sound making you wetter (if that was at all possible).

“Really baby?” He taunted as he wiggled his cock against your clit. “After all those times you would tie me up and leave me begging for you to touch me? Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little overstimulation.” Any other time, you would have wiped that smug look off his pretty face, but right now he deserved to gloat. Your pussy was throbbing so hard you thought you’d cum a third time if the wind blew on it.

“Please baby, please just fuck m – OH FUCK” you moaned out in unison as he entered you, the mixture of your slickness and his pre cum allowing him to fill you effortlessly. His grip on your thighs would no doubt leave a bruise, but neither of you cared at the moment. He pulled out completely before slamming back into you, the loud sound of skin on skin and your mutual moans filling the room. He fucked you in earnest, giving you everything he had left in him. You held onto whatever your hands could reach, your eyes rolling in the back of your head in pleasure as his thrusts became jerkier.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He huffed in between ragged breaths. You nodded, words escaping you in favor of moans. “Rub your clit for me, baby.” He said huskily, sweat beginning to pour down his face and onto your stomach.

“B-but, it’s too sensitive.” You squealed. Hearing you disobey, he looked at you with a frown and reached up and grabbed your cheeks gently, tilting your head back.

“Right now.” He ordered, placing a kiss on your lips. Despite the gentleness in his voice, there was a dark dominance behind it that you didn’t dare disobey. You did as you were told, moaning as your body jerked at the sensation. Your orgasm hit you by surprise, making your body convulse in ecstasy.  His (whiny) orgasm was seconds later, your contracting walls milking his orgasm out of him.

He collapsed on top of you, his sweaty body weight comforting you in the aftermath. While you both regained your breaths, he began peppering your face with kisses, stopping frequently to savor the taste of your lips while his fingers gently rubbed soothing circles into your hips. All of his dominance was now replaced with sweetness and gentleness. You held onto him tightly, feeling a fresh wave of affection for him. You could feel his heart beat pounding in his chest. It was calming.

“I love you” he said. You kissed him again, smiling up at him when he pulled away for air.

“I love you too.”

Our Dirty Little Secret (M)

word count: 7k

genre: smut ; high school AU

pairing: reader/yoongi (yoonji)

summary: typical new student AU; they’re in a new school and need a guide and you’re so graciously volunteered. though, there is something strange about that new girl, min yoonji. something you want to figure out. 

warning(s)/kink(s): cross dressing, slight feminization, pet names, a little spanking, rough oral sex, semi-public sex, protected sex, hair pulling, slight dirty talk

songs: my hump – black eyed peas ; bang bang - jessie j ; attention - charlie puth

dedicated to: this is a suuuuper late b-day gift for my friend @1namkook i’m sorry it took so long, i had the illest writer’s block with it  ♡

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Protégé [Part 6] (M)

Originally posted by jjks


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Thirty-four hours.

It had been thirty-four hours since you’d yelled at Jungkook and he had left your office. It had been thirty-four hours since you’d collected yourself after shattering your phone set into pieces and ran out of your office looking for him. Jaebum told you with a dejected frown that Jungkook had left. Where to? His guess was just as good as yours, if not worse.

You ran out to your car, the chill of the night air biting against your bare arms and cheeks, but you’d be lying if you said you felt it. You went at a crawl through the streets, stomping down on the brakes and squinting to make out the face of each and every pedestrian you past who resembled Jungkook in any way. You had even called out to a few of them, earning you nothing more than odd stares or blatant ignorance. You didn’t believe he could have gotten very far, but after two hours of driving, there was no sign of him.

The hospital’s visiting hours were long over, which cut that out as an option. And it took a persuasive conversation and a few slow swipes of your tongue across your painted lips to convince the security guard of Jungkook’s apartment building to tell you that no one had come in or out since six that night. He’d left your building much later than that.

You returned to the building, your jaw aching from hours of clenching your teeth and your eyes downcast, staring at nothing in particular. Jaebum greeted you, and before he could get the chance to ask you what had happened, you held your hand up to him. You were tired of questions, you were tired of explaining things. But, mostly, you just didn’t want to relive the truth of the matter–this was entirely your fault.

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Locked in Love (M)

Word Count: 24k
Member: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff & Slight angst like it’s barely even there

Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isn’t ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you haven’t seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didn’t have feelings for him.

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Blue Skies and Possibilities (Lin/Reader Soulmate AU)

Summary: In a world where you can only see color once you make physical contact with your soulmate, you’re keeping your hands to yourself. Fate has other plans.

Word Count: 8642

Note: Thank you to @the-real-tony-stank for reading this ahead of time and being so sweet and to @thatoneimaginesblog for giving me a cute idea that pops up in here and putting up with a lot of Lin pictures while this got written.


You were in the forest again.

There was light streaming through the trees, and the vivid color of the leaves told you that you were dreaming. You felt a flutter in your stomach and smiled to yourself. If there was color, that meant he would be here. You let your instincts take over and walked swiftly in the direction the creek you’d visited so many times before.

There he was, just like you knew he’d be. He turned to you with a boyish smile on his face and you felt like you had just gotten home after a long trip away. You didn’t have a name to attach to the color of his eyes, but you knew they were deep and familiar. He held out a hand to you and you grabbed it, never knowing how much time you’d have here. Tonight was a lucky one. You spent what felt like an entire summer in the woods, neither of you speaking but somehow communicating anyway.

When you heard a buzzing in the distance, you knew your time was up. You held tight to his hand, but the world around you faded anyway. The feeling of his fingers laced with yours was the last thing to slip away.

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How could I refuse? I love writing this kind of scenario LOL! Hope you like it! <3


Meeting an artist MC before RFA

Zen

  • He was supposed to be at a studio, that happened to be next by the university
  • Since he was struggling to find a place to park his bike, he ended up doing it at the university parking lot.
  • As soon as he took his helmet off, Zen heard this annoyed sigh behind him: “Ahh, you’re finally here! Why didn’t you text me you were going to be late, dude?”
  • “Excuse me?” “Let’s go. I’ve been waiting for you for hours!” you pout and man… he has no idea what you’re talking about, but this pout makes him feel bad as if he knew.
  • So he follows you to the building a few steps next to the parking lot, he is going to be late for his gig, why is he following you? Where to? Oh my god… why are you dragging him to this dark room?
  • “Alright. What was your name again?” “Zen, and you are…?” “MC, but you knew that. My friend talked about me, right?” Not really… which friend? WHAT’S HAPPENING?
  • Okay, you may take your clothes off now.” OH WHAT? “Lady… whoa, uhm… look, you’re pretty bold, and I like bold girls, but uhm… I’m not this kind of guy, especially not to cute girls like you and…” he notices you’re not even listening as you walk to open the curtains and reveal that this is a room full of canvases.
  • “I’m sorry if you had to come on the last minute, my deadline had been shortened, my friend said you’re pretty chill with your posing schedules.” Well, that was obviously a mistake and you’re looking for someone else, but uhm… why doesn’t he feel like explaining it to you?
  • “So take your clothes off, we could start with some standing poses, how about that?” oh, you expect him to…? N-no! Well, he understands this is about art, but still… ahh, why is he feeling so shy?
  • So he gathers courage to explain the misunderstood, only to feel really amused at your mortified expression. “Oh my God! So now you’re late for your gig? I’m so so sorry, sir! I… ahh, I knew you were familiar from somewhere, I…” “Hey hey it’s fine! You just wanted to finish your project, it’s cool…” “OH MY GOD! MY PROJECT! I’M STILL DELAYED AND I DON’T HAVE A MODEL!”
  •  “Of course you do!” he takes his jacket off, ignoring all your protests and attempts of telling him to forget all this.
  • Well, you don’t have much time, he’s here, he’s naked, his physique works phenomenally… why not?
  • “You are so natural at posing, that was great, thank you!” “My pleasure, sweetie… I hope I wasn’t too awkward…” “Not at all! You were perfect, your body is… really perfect…” he smirks at your attempt of not sounding embarrassed.
  • And just when he was about to ask for your name, his phone buzzed. It was the client from the gig looking for him. So, reluctantly, he left.
  • And none of the poses he did for the photographer felt as good as the ones he was doing for you… so when you showed up at his apartment a few weeks ago, his frustration towards hi broken leg was also because he couldn’t pose for you…


Yoosung

  • He pulled an all nighter playing LOLOL and now was dragging himself to the university like a zombie
  • So he noticed the hallways looked a really different, but he was so sleepy he didn’t mind too much.
  • He just noticed something was really off when he heard you greeting him. Are you in his class? No, he would probably remember a smile like this if he had it seen before.
  • “Sit there,  I’m going to test some shading effects, so don’t look directly into the light, okay?” What? Sit where? What light?
  • “I… I’m sorry, I… am not sure what I’m doing…” “Oh, you don’t have to do much, it’s just some bust sketches.” Okay… still not helpful…
  • Yoosung is now fully awaken as he looks around the room,  he never saw a class like this in the biology building… because this isn’t the biology building, it’s the at one, ugh…
  •  “Okay, we could tart with some profile angles and the light hitting from the right, okay?” “Uhm, yeah, sure, but uhm… why me?”
  •  “Hum? Oh… because you’re the model.” M-model? Him? Why would you even think that? “Aren’t you? My friend told me the model always comes earlier on Tuesdays to help the students who need more practice…” oh, you look a little embarrassed, there’s nothing wrong about needing more practice…
  • He feels bad for your flustered face, you looked so excited before. You were going o draw him, he would like to see this. He… would like to know how you see him.
  •  “Y-yeah! Sure! I didn’t know you were training… shading, that’s why I got confused. Yeah, let’s start…”
  • Man… this is so embarrassing, you’re looking at him with so much attention! And don’t even get him started on when you go to him and touch his face to change the position. Are you going to color this later? Because all you have to use is red for his cheeks.
  • “Thank you so much! I think I’m getting the hang of this…” you smile. “Can… can I see it?” “Sure.”
  • Wow, it’s so… beautiful, he looks so… adult in the black and white sketches… is that really how you see him? Is that how he looks?
  • “I struggled a little with your hair, though. I didn’t think I did justice to it…” “It’s perfect, you’re a great artist!”  “And you’re a great model” you smile sweetly, and he fells all warm inside.
  • But he was no model, and it would be embarrassing if you even found out, so he never set foot on the art building again. But you would find out anyway in the chatroom.


Jaehee

  • She thought bringing work to this café would make it feel less stressing
  • And it was working a little, a lot of uni students would hang out there, so it had a cool environment, somehow.
  • Not so cool when she noticed you looking at her from the table in front of her, just some quick glances, but it was hard not to notice the attention and curiosity in your eyes.
  •  It was starting to bother her, so she decided to call you out.
  • But when she looked at you, you weren’t looking anymore, you were busy with a pencil and a napkin.
  • Hum… maybe it was just her imagination… Ugh, she’s so stressed she’s seeing things now.
  • Yeah, why would you look at her with so much interest?
  • Wait, no… you definitely are looking at her now! Yeah, you’re smiling straight at her! This is not her imagination!
  • “Something wrong, miss?” “Hum? Oh no, not at all… I think this light hits you really nice, that’s all.”
  • What light? Oh… the sunlight? Well, it’s not even that bright since it’s late in the afternoon and…
  • Wait! Is it already that late? Ahh, she lost track of time in this place! She must get back to C&R immediately and hand these papers to Mr. Han asap!
  • But… why she keeps thinking of what you said? Why were you paying so much attention to her? Wait, why are you leaving? Hey, you left the napkin behind, won’t you come back to throw in the trash can?
  • She sighs before grabbing her stuff and walking to the table you were to pick the napkin and do what you should have done.
  • Oh no… she can’t throw it away, it’s… it’s a draw of her, and… it’s really cute… would you mind if she kept it? Or was it a gift you left behind on purpose? She would find the answer a few weeks later when you met at the RFA party.


Jumin

  • He was supposed to conduct a lecture to the business students.
  • So he was waiting next to the stairs of the auditorium, typing on his phone.
  • It took him a while to notice you sitting on the concrete handrails, in front of him, but it was hard not to since you were at the same point of the stairs.
  • But you didn’t seem to mind him, sketching furiously in you notebook.
  • Except when your eyes met his and you smile. “The architecture is beautiful, right?” you commented, smiling.
  • “Yes, it’s very imposing.” You chuckle at his answer. What’s so funny? “Great choice of words.”
  • Well, yes… but what do you mean? Now his attention is completely driven to you drawing, but you’re not paying any attention to him anymore.
  • “Are you here for the lecture?” “Nope. I just like hanging out here, it inspires me. The straight lines from the building in contrast to the trees it’s amazing.”
  • Oh, trees… yes, he barely noticed the trees.  But they are, indeed, beautiful, it’s nice to see a piece of nature among these buildings. Ah, now he gets what you mean.
  • Almost everything, since he doesn’t know what you meant when talking about inspiration…
  • Aren’t you a business student? He’s feeling quite curious on what someone so perceptive could study…
  • “Do you mind if I ask what is your degree on?” it slipped his lips before he noticed “Art.” You answered, still sketching.
  •  “I see…  so you have no interest in business, I suppose.” “I have interest in lots of things, from buildings to trees, from art to business and so on. It’s good to have a wide view so you can see the beauty in everything…”
  • You get up from the rail and walk towards him. “Even on a trivial scene like a guy messing on his phone.” You show the sketch to him. Oh… it’s him. He feels oddly embarrassed, for some reason.
  • But there was no reason to. He would learn a lot more things with you a couple of weeks later when you showed up at his penthouse.


Saeyoung

  • He was going to pick Yoosung up to hang out later.
  • But Yoosung was nowhere to be found. Did he forget? Tsk… it would be a shame if the LOLOL server went down that night… well, it can’t be helped when you forget your friends…
  • He was smirking to himself when spotted you from across the hallway smiling to yourself too and drawing
  • Then you looked at him… and lowered your gaze again, focusing on the drawing.
  • Were you drawing him? Nah, it couldn’t be…
  • Well, since Yoosung stood him up, he should go back home and start working before the boss would send Vanderwood to tase him.
  • But seriously, were you drawing him? Ahh, he couldn’t leave without knowing what were you doing…
  • Was there some camera that would capture from where you were standing? He could hack it and see if…
  • “Cool glasses.” You said, walking towards him. “Thanks…” he scratched the back of his head, feeling strangely flustered.
  • “Cool hair color too, do you know the YCMK for it?” He… knew, but why would he tell this to a stranger? Why was he talking to a stranger if he wasn’t on a mission?
  • “Oh, you must think I’m such a creep right now, sorry.” You chuckled nervously, and he couldn’t help chuckling too, you were just so cute.
  • “Well, I should warn you that it’s hard to recreate such a unique hair color like mine…” “I’m up for the challenge.” Oh… feisty! He likes it… wait, what?
  • “So I guess it would be a challenge to see your draw of me.” “If it is a challenge for you to ask nicely…” oh god… you’re so adorable! How can he not ask nicely?
  • So you show him. And it’s… AWESOME! It’s him drawn in a comic book style. He looks like a super-hero, he looks like… the defender of justice.  Ahh, if only he really was the defender of justice…
  • Too bad he couldn’t really see himself in the way you did. That’s why he was feeling even guiltier for putting you in so much danger,  super hero would never let the love of his life in this much danger…


Saeran

  • He just wanted some ice cream.
  • He barely noticed he was near an university.
  • Since he was here, might as well sit and take a look at some students, maybe one of them would work as good bait for his plan.
  • He was caught up in his thoughts, but promptly noticed you sitting beside him in the bench.
  • Ugh… what do you want?
  • Apparently, nothing, as you were sketching something. You probably din’t even notice there was someone behind you, weirdo!
  • He was annoyed, because of you invading his space like this or because of you not even noticing his presence? He didn’t know…
  •  He cleared his throat to get your attention… nothing. So he tried leaning discreetly to your side, still nothing.
  • It was only when a soccer ball fell in your direction that you took your eyes off the drawing.
  • “Shit!” he said, noticing the ball almost hit your head. It wouldn’t hurt, but still, people need to be more careful, for fuck’s sake!
  • You looked around, trying to find the kicker, and as soon as you did, you got up from the bench, yelling and cussing the person.
  • He felt like laughing, it was such a difference from when you were drawing… your voice was different from what he imagined, not that he actually put much thought into it, but still, it was different.
  • Then he noticed you left your sketchbook on the bench, and after thinking a lot, he decided to take a sneak.
  • He coughed in surprise seeing himself, the pink from his hair, the mint from his eyes and the black from his clothes… it looked really well put together, just like he wanted his aesthetics to be.
  •  He saw some other sketches, the one in the following page was the sky painted in watercolor… it could only be a sign, he found his target, and he would take the sketchbook as reference to taking information about you. Don’t worry, he would give it back when you would be with him in Paradise.


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  • The campus had a really nice view and a great light
  • So the photographs would work very nicely.
  • He was taking pictures of the view and decided to photograph some of the students walking by
  • Then the camera’s lenses captured you in a very interesting focused expression
  • He spent some time looking at it, fascinated at how geat it turned out
  • So he wanted more angles, still trying not to let you notie, otherwise it would lose all the beauty of the spontaneity behind it.
  • When he walked a little behind you, he could catch a glimpse of what you were drawing…
  • He immediately recognized the turquoise hair, and got super flustered when one of the photos was you looking straight at the camera over your shoulder.
  • He got surprised, but still, it was a stunning shot.
  • “It’s not polite to photograph people without their consent.” you said, smiling teasingly.
  • “I wish I could say the same for drawing people without ther consent, but I don’t think is something that commom whatsoever.” you laughed. Ahh… can he take pics of you laughing?
  • “I guess it’s not, but I’ll apologize anyway, I just liked your hair color and poses when you’re photographing.” “There’s no need to apologize, it’s a beautiful work from a very talented and photogenic artist.” 
  • You blushed, and he couldn’t hold back a minor fist pump for taking a pic of your expression.
  • Ahh, even the way you pouted and told him not to do that was absolutely adorable. So he offered his hand to you.
  • “I’m really glad we got to inspire each other,hope this happens again in the future.” well, the future was something neither you nor him could know by now. But for the very first time in a long time, he was genuinely excited for the things to come to him.
have you seen her?

Originally posted by teenwxlves

pairings: reader x stiles stilinski.

warnings: meh, a bit angsty, some smut. nothing much. 

a/n: I wasn’t going to publish it in the first place, it was just going to be a little thing I did for my precious bee, @dylan-trash-tbh, however, I though I would risk it and post it. I really hope you all enjoy it!! 

ps.: you might have some characteristics that don’t belong to you, because, as I said, I made this especially to bee and now I’m sharing. haha

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dirty water pt. 2 // fratboy!luke

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this chapter! let me know if you are enjoying these pieces and if you want me to continue :) feedback is always appreciated!

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    Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t have left the game early. Maybe you shouldn’t have practically run the entire way back to Phi Psi on a heavily intoxicated system. And maybe you shouldn’t have grabbed Luke’s hand and pulled him along with you while you did so. But you did.
Oh god you did. And now that tiny bit of regret was creeping up on you, the alcohol’s affect fading.

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The Tattoo Artist

Pairing: Y/N/Soulmate!Calum

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 4.450+

Summary: In which everyone gets a name tattoo of their soulmate on their wrist when they turn eighteen but Y/N doesn’t believe in it and wants hers covered up by the male tattoo artists whose shop is right down the street

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I was unsure whether to call this a follow forever or a fic rec post, since it is somewhat a combination of both? Shit, I don’t know. But I reached the 3,000 follower milestone today and honestly, I cannot thank all of my readers enough. I know I always say that I write for myself, because I do – but every single one of you helps me to push on and pursue my writing dreams with your wonderful comments, likes and reblogs. There is no feeling greater than seeing your personal opinions on my pieces, no matter if it is a detailed review, or if it is incoherent, caps lock screaming.

Thank you for supporting me, whether you have been here from the very beginning of my persona journey, or if you have only just discovered me now. I think, throughout all of my blogs, I have never created a follow forever so I believe now is about time that I show some appreciation back to the writing community of the BTS fandom. They never cease to amaze me, and I am absolutely positive they will floor the rest of you whom may have not happened upon some of these incredible writers just yet.

As a writer, your greatest source of inspiration, support and encouragement can not only come from your readers, but your fellow writers. Thus, this post is dedicated to my favourite writers who have always, without a doubt, left my hands overflowing with infinite inspiration and have left me awestruck, laughing from the pit of my belly, and even in tears at times over their phenomenal works. Feast your eyes!

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Surprise!

Originally posted by thunderappledrawing

A/N: oh wow a tour fic. new laptop is working all nice and cool and i love it so whoop heres a fic. i might not have anything out for a few days bc i want to start the two long fic ideas i have (those will be up on my ao3 eventually bc they are klance lolkjhgkjfhg) but ill finish requests up soon. enjoy!

my ao3 if u want it: http://archiveofourown.org/users/yikeyway

It wasn’t the best idea. It was time consuming, a bit of a hassle, and definitely not cost effective, but you’d never claimed to have good ideas. A part of you rationalized that this was only the first leg of the first tour and that eventually they’d drag their shows to the east coast, to Maine, and you could just go then. But another part of you refused. This was the /first/ tour. It was special, it was scary, it was new. You wanted to see that, not only for yourself but for Ethan. So after a short battle with your impulse control that ended with your silly decision triumphant, you bought a ticket to the show and a flight to Detroit.

A few weeks later, you stood outside the theater, hands stuffed in the pockets of your jacket as you rocked on the balls of your feet. The doors opened and as people were led to their seats, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d seen a few videos and pictures, all of which the teams hard work and dedication practically radiated out of. There was also a strange meta feeling seeing as you’d listened to Ethan’s distressed rambling about them. A video of a certain dance and you remembered the 20 exasperated texts from him, groaning about how he just couldn’t get it right.

Your phone buzzed and brought you out of your reverie. You looked at the screen to see Ethan’s name, followed by a frighteningly long list of blue emojis in luea of a last name. You’d never understood people using their friends full names for their contacts. It was professional, yes, but /so boring/.

Ethan: Holy shit. Oh my god I’m gonna DIE

Ethan: Is it possible to die from nervousness and excitement at the same time? Bc that is what’s about to go down

Ethan: It’s the last show, y/n. What if I fuck it up? What if something absolutely terrible happens? WHAT IF SOMEONE DIES THAT WILL RUIN IT

You laugh to yourself as the texts come, one after another.

Y/N: Eth, calm down. You’re gonna do fine, I guarantee it. The shows have been wonderful so far, what makes you think this will be the one that sucks?

Y/N: Actually don’t answer that you’ll just freak yourself out more. Don’t worry, Ethan. It’s gonna be amazing, I know it.

You smile as you message him, and consider telling him that you’re there. But you planned to do it afterwards, as more of a surprise. You missed him, though, and were itching to see him in real life again. The last time you’d seen him had been before he moved to the opposite coast months ago. Every time he’d been close to being back home, you hadn’t been able to catch up. Conflicting schedules had forced you from seeing your probably-best-friend in almost a year.

Ethan: Okay. Okay yeah you’re right. It’s gonna be fine totally

Ethan: Alright shows starting soon I gotta go. Love you bye

Y/N: Love you too. Good luck, Eth. Don’t worry, hun, you know they’ll love it.

You got a barrage of hearts interspersed with a few other strange emojis in response. You laugh to yourself and press the power button on your phone. A few minutes later the lights dim and you’re swept up in the cheers of the crowd as the show starts.

It’s strange, but wonderful. There’s music and dancing and silly bits. They play games and laugh, changing costumes and bringing the audience into their fun. At one point there’s a q and a portion and you’re oh so tempted to ask a question to see if Ethan will realize what you’ve done.

You think you’ve blown your cover once when Amy, a beautiful blonde girl who Ethan introduced to you once over Skype and who dropped in on your conversations often, passed your seat at the end of your row. Her eyes passed over you, snapping back and filling with surprise. She obviously recognized you, but you just smiled and pressed a  finger over your lips to tell her not to say anything. Her surprised expression turned mischievous and she turned away to find a questioner, smirk on her face.

Near the end of the show, the boys got weepy. There were tears and hugs and so much emotion flowing through the room that you felt yourself tearing up too. You were so immensely proud of Ethan and what he had accomplished.

As they left the stage, you swallowed thickly and pulled out your phone. So far Ethan had texted you after every show, excited messages with more words misspelled than not, but you expected he’d be celebrating with his friends backstage right now. You open your conversation with Ethan and type out a message.

Y/N: You did wonderful, Eth. Your singing has really improved but the dancing could use some work. Especially liked the part where you tripped leaving the stage.

You pocketed your phone, moving into the crowd that was now flowing out of the venue. A few minutes later you were outside, cool night air refreshing on your skin, when your phone buzzed.

Ethan: ???????

Ethan: ur kiddin rihgt?

Ethan: Howd do you know that happened excuse me

Ethan: y/n…. Y/N

Ethan: AMMVY JUST SIAD SHE

Y/N: That she saw me in the crowd? Because she did. I’m outside, dumby.

You didn’t get an answer for a while as you edged around the crowd to stand by the side of the building. You wanted to see if you could wait it out and finally get to talk to Ethan in person again. You leaned against the wall, fidgeting with you phone. Suddenly, from farther down the alley a door slammed open. You jumped at the noise but barely had a moment to react before you were being knocked backwards by a speeding bullet of clothes and blue hair.

Ethan was babbling and hugging you tightly. You laughed, hugging him back.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you’re here what the fuck?” Ethan was still teary from the show and it made his eyes shine.

“What are you even doing here? What the hell oh my god.” Ethan was out of breath, laughing giddily as he grabbed your face in his hands.

“I just… wanted to come see you. I know how much you’ve worked for this and I just couldn’t wait to see you again. The show was wonderful, Eth.”

Ethan’s face flushed at the praise. “Thank you. I’ve really missed you, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I missed you too, Eth. So much.” You sigh. There’s a warmth in your chest and you feel so content. Not even the fact that you’re both in a cold, dank alley with a crowd of people right around the corner can ruin the moment. You’re hugging your best friend again and you’ve never been happier.

Ethan’s breath leaves him suddenly and his eyes widen. His grip slackens as he looks at you. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. He breathes deeply before trying to speak again.

“I think I just realized something…”

“What?” You ask quietly, smile tugging the corners of your lips.

“I love you.”

Your brain short circuits and you blank for a moment. Then it’s spinning out of control again, like fireworks are exploding against your eyes. You can’t think of anything to say but you want to say everything.

You love him too.

Instead of trying to formulate a coherent response, you surge forward and press your lips against his. He makes a surprised noise before leaning back against you. You’re still hugging so you’re so close you can feel how fast his heart is beating. It’s like the world has frozen around you because nothing else matters. Nothing except Ethan.

When you pull away, he leans his forehead against yours and laughs. There’s a moment of silence before the sound of people clapping bursts into the bubble the two of you created. You jump back, looking around to see the source of the noise.

By the door Ethan burst out of is a group of people. You recognize them immediately as Ethan’s friend and tourmates. They’re clapping and whooping loudly, one of them, who you recognize as Mark, even whistles. When you look at Ethan he’s flushed all the way down his neck and glaring daggers at his friends.

“Fuck you.” He spits at them.

“It’s your fault for leaving the door open.” The tall one, Tyler, says.

“It was like a romcom. I could practically hear the fireworks.” Kathryn, a girl you’d taken a special liking to because of her kind words and snarky comments, puts in.

You laugh loudly, heart swelling with happiness. You have Ethan. You have this. It’s strange and complicated, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

The pounding headache that currently plagued you was going to be a serious problem. You took medicine to try and ease it but it hadn’t kicked in just yet.

Your best friends Pietro and Natasha took you out for drinks the night before to celebrate you landing your dream job. One drink turned into four and the night got hazy after that. You knew that it wasn’t the smartest thing to go out the night before you were to start a new job, but you were in a good mood and wanted to.

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a lot can change in 20 minutes] montgomery x reader

pairing: monty de la cruz x reader

summary: y/n and monty hate each other but after a twenty minute car ride together they decide maybe they shouldn’t. 

warnings: swearing 

a/n: okay there’s probably a lot of grammar and spelling mishaps in this because my computer decided to attack me at the WORST possible time and i had to type and edit a majority of this on my phone. sorry about it guys, worst first impression ever. i’m new (to posting at least!) so fingers crossed it’s not so bad. requests are open!!

also i know the gif is small but i’m working with limited options here okay

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“You’re in my spot.” your glance up, raising your eyebrows before making a show of turning to look at the chair you’re sitting on.

Monty let’s out an impatient sigh. “What are you doing?”  

“I’m sorry, I’m just looking for your name.” you feign inspecting the seat. “Yeah, nope. Don’t see one. Maybe it’s on the back-”

“Okay, okay. Smart-ass.” he mutters, taking the empty seat next to you instead. Monty’s a jerk, and you don’t let him walk all over you, so: of course you annoy him.

“That’s for Sheri.” you inform him, flatly. 

“Don’t see her name on it.” he shrugs, clearly enjoying the flipped tables.  

“You don’t even want to sit there!” you complain. “You’re just doing it to annoy me.”

He mock pouts, tracing an imaginary tear down his cheek, which makes the guy in front of you laugh. 

You frown.”Gomery-”

The bell rings and you get cut off by attendance- which Monty finds way too much enjoyment in. You roll your eyes when he sticks his tongue out at you. 

“Monty’s glaring at you,” Jessica informs you lazily, slipping into the spot across from you. 

You crane your neck and he is, a furrow between his brows. You wave at him sarcastically until he roll his eyes and looks away.

 “Probably because Y/n was a mega bitch to him in math this morning.” Sheri informs her from beside you, reaching for a fry from your tray. 

“Was not!” you slap her hand away.”He was a mega bitch to me. I just reciprocated.”

“You two would be cute together.” Jess comments, swatting Sheri away from her fries too.

You scoff. “Exactly what part off this conversation made you think that?“

She shrugs.“I don’t know. Maybe not. I just think Montgomery’s underrated. He’s not so bad.”

“Right.” You nod sarcastically, which she laughs at.

“Fine, okay. Monty’s a no-go.”

“Thank you. Here,” you slide your fries to Sheri, who looks very pleased by this action. “I’ve gotta go get my notes from Zach before he leaves, so I’ll see you around?”

“Is Zach also a no-go?” Sheri questions, which makes Jess snicker and you roll your eyes.

Finding Zach was not actually as simple as he said it would be when you let him borrow your notes. You’d asked people who were all leading you in different directions until you gave up, texting Zach to just give them to you tomorrow during class. “Well, I’m screwed.” you complain when you get outside, taking in the pouring rain. Normally you catch a ride with Jess or Sheri, but since they left early for an away game you had to walk today. Lucky you. 

The only person you could see in the parking lot was probably the least likely person to help you. “Gomery!” you try anyway. He turns, eyebrows raising when he sees you jogging towards him. “Can you give me a ride?”

“What?” his brow crinkles. “Why would I do that?”

“Cause you’re nice?” he gives you a flat look. “And I’ll give you your spot back?” he looks no more convinced. 

“Please Gomery?” you pout, trying to guilt trip him. “Are you going to make me walk in the cold rain?”

“Monty.” he corrects. He looks at you for a second before sighing. “Whatever. My truck’s over here.”

You grin. “You’re the best, Gomery.”



 “Woah, your truck is fucked.” you observe when you get in, taking in the various wrappers and clothes tossed around. You look over at him, taking in his flat expression. You clear your throat. “I mean, nice truck. Really like what you’ve done with the place.”

He chuckles, shakes his head at you. “Shut up, y/l/n. Where do you live?”

“Maple Street.”

He frowns. “That’s like twenty minutes out of my way.” he complains. 

“And like a forty minute walk in the rain for me if you ditch me.” you add, which makes him roll his eyes. 

“Is that an offer?“

You laugh, about to respond when he turns a little too sharply, sending you clear into his lap. He sucks in a surprised breath. “Fucking fuck! You’re going to kill me.”

“Maybe if you don’t quit blocking my view.” he quips, and you flush at your placement, sliding back into your spot. You fasten your seat belt, tightening it as far as it will go. 

“I didn’t know you suck at driving.”

“I don’t.” he shoots you a look. “The roads are slippery- you know, you’re awfully picky for someone with a walk in the ‘cold rain’ in their foreseeable future.”

“Right.” you nod. You’re only quiet for a few minutes before you get bored. “Hey, Gomery?”

“Why do you always call me that?” He asks instead of answering. “It’s Monty.”

You shrug. “Cause everyone calls you Monty.”

“Yeah, because it’s my name.” He retorts, stopping at a red light.

“Well Monty’s too personal. Besides, I like Gomery.”

He looks at you for a beat longer than he should, before pulling forward when he realizes the light’s turned. He smiles. “I guess it’s not so bad.”

You almost have to do a double take. Monty smirks, he doesn’t smile. More importantly: his smile kind of makes you want to kiss him until your lips hurt. And you don’t want to kiss Monty. “Damn you like it?” You mock sigh. “Now I have to think of something else to call you.” 

“Ha-ha,” he’s back to rolling his eyes at you, but you can still tell he’s hiding a smile. You’re almost dispointed when he pulls onto your street. 

“That’s me,” you lift an arm to point. “To the right.”

He pulls up to the curb in front of your house. “Thanks,” you say, about to get out when you stop. “Hey, Monty?”

His eyebrows raise at your use of his preferred name. “Yeah?”

“You’re not as big of an asshole as I thought.” You grin at him, kissing his cheek before ducking out of his truck and running into your house to escape the rain.

Outside, Monty’s wearing another one of his uncharacteristic smiles, staring at your house for a second longer before shaking his head and pulling away.

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i totally didn’t accidentally delete the ending and didn’t catch it so posted it like that what (it totally didn’t take me six hours to notice)

posted 7/27/2017

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This Is Love: Part Four

Summary: Being Bucky’s PA wasn’t easy and you respond to his grumpy attitude with your own. The two of you have never gotten on, forced to stay working with him because your Uncle Tony insists you have a job. 

Word count: 2418

Warnings: swearing

A/N: this is the last tiny bit of douche Bucky, I am very sorry he’s nice after this

Part One    Part Two    Part Three

You’ve never felt happier in your job than you do now, curled up with Steel, chatting casually with Wanda and not worrying about what nasty things Bucky might say to you next time you see him. You haven’t told anyone about what happened after your date for fear that you might jinx it but you haven’t seen him since so you have no idea if the good mood he was in has lasted.

‘Ooh you know what we need to do soon?’ Wanda asks, shaking your arm excitedly. 'We have to go on a shopping trip. You, me and Nat’. You nod at her, definitely in need of an escape having not had a day off since you started this job.

'And meeeee’ you hear Sam squeal from the kitchen and laugh as he charges over to you. Your laugh is silenced when he slips and falls to the floor with a loud bang. He’s sat on the floor looking absolutely baffled and all three of you are stunned to silence. You’re the first to break it with a whooping laugh, clutching your sides and gasping for air, Wanda soon joins in and Sam, trying his hardest not to, finally smiles and pulls himself up. You wipe the tears from your eyes and giggle at the memory of Sam’s face.

'Ok I’ve got to tell the others’ you say, still laughing. As you skip away you hear Sam yell after you telling you not to breathe a word of it to anyone but you ignore him and run of to the labs where at least two of the team, Bruce and Tony, will definitely be.

The automatic doors slide open and you dance in, not phased when you see not only Tony but also Steve and Bucky who all look like they’ve been in quite a heated argument. You smile at each of them and when your eyes land on Bucky the smile wavers, taken slightly aback by his cold stare. In an attempt to lighten the mood you jump onto Tony’s work surface, throw your hands behind you and leaning on them as a support you let your head fall backwards, your hair spilling onto the desk still laughing as you had been the whole way here. You look around again to already see some of the tension alleviated, all three of their faces softened and smiling. You begin your story with a giggle and a deep breath before you launch into it.

'Oh my god’ you say, already needing to pause for another giggle, 'the funniest thing just happened. Ok so Wanda said we need to go on a shopping trip soon and then all of a sudden Sam just bursts in and runs up to us. And then’ you gasp for air and continue, 'and then he slips over and lands right on his bum’ at this you squeal with laughter and collapse, physically wheezing and hitting the table with your hand. The three men listening to your story are all smiling and Tony joins in with your laughter. When you calm down you look around again. 'So what’re you guys talking about?’

'How you had a date that you didn’t tell me about. Seriously I’m your uncle it’s my job to know this’ Tony says in a mock offended tone. You shrug and smile sheepishly.

'Chill out he was a total fuckface, literally one of the worst humans walking. And if your that well vest in my love life Nat says she knows a guy she can set me up with’ you say casually, your mind drifting back to the picture Nat showed you on her phone of the guy, Mathew you think his name was and smile to yourself.

'Really?’ you turn to look at Bucky, his face twisted with bitterness as he spits the question in disgust.

'Mhmm’ you hum in confirmation, determined not to let him get to you. At this he laughs harshly and mockingly and you brace yourself for his next words.

'Let’s hope he’s not as bad as the last one then I might not have to listen to your problems and pretend to care’. Your eyes widen and the smile falls from your face to be replaced by a grimace. You knew his kindness towards you couldn’t last long. You hop down from the surface and glare at him with your hands on your hips.

'Are you fucking kidding me?’ you shout and ignoring Steve mumble something about language you continue. 'If I remember correctly I was fucking comforting you cause of a dumb nightmare! What are you like five? Who the fuck still has nightmares at 100?’ You know it’s a low blow but you just want to hurt him as much as he has you. He gets to his feet, towering above you with that familiar deadly inside look in his eyes. You flinch and take a step back holding a finger up as a warning not to step any closer. You’re still nursing your bruised chest and don’t want another set of purple blotches to try and cover. 'Stay the fuck away from me James’ you growl and watch as his stare wavers exposing a hint of hurt and regret. He turns and strides out, walking so quickly that he has to stop and wait for the automatic doors to slide open. You watch him go, the glare still fixed on your face and are about to leave to go to the common area back to Wanda and Sam when Steve puts a hand on your shoulder.

’(Y/N) he’s not a bad guy I promise’ Steve attempts to reason with you and defend his friend. You shrug his arm off and interrupt him before he can continue to waste his breath.

'Steve stop. Don’t make excuses for nasty people. You can’t put flowers in an asshole and call it a vase’ you snap before turning and following in Bucky’s foot steps.

When you walk into the common area the room is filled with laughter. A laughter which soon dies as Sam and Wanda take in your glum expression. Both sigh and Wanda, in an attempt to lift your spirits grabs her phone and hits shuffle on her 'when (Y/N)’s depressed’ playlist, the music that fills the room instantly making you smile. The three of you start dancing wildly to the song, your back to the door so you don’t see or hear Bucky enter and stand in the doorway, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards almost involuntarily. His small smile soon falls away however when you bend over, pressing your bum into Sam’s crotch and swinging your hips in circles, and it turns into an almost deadly jealous glare at Sam when he rests one hand on your lower back and lifts the other into the air in a fist pump. Both of you are fully aware that the two of you are just friends and this is obviously just banter but Bucky is not and, taken over by envy, he struts calculatingly up to Sam who has his back to him. He taps Sam on the shoulder and when he turns around, brings a metal fist up to collide with his jaw sending him flying maybe two or three metres backwards. Bucky’s chest is heaving with anger and you run to Sam’s side, holding his head in your hands as he blinks up at you, bewildered.

'What the hell is wrong with you?’ you yell at Bucky who’s attention now turns to you. He looks confused at your tone which is infused with a white hot rage.

'He was all over you (Y/N)! What’d you think I was gonna stand by and let him harass you like that?’

'He wasn’t harassing me James we were dancing! Jesus!’ Your attention turns back to Sam who moans in pain. 'Hey look at me’ you order. 'Can you stand?’ When he nods you get him to his feet. 'We’re gonna take you to the hospital wing ok?’ He nods again, holding his hand to his jaw and wincing at the slight pressure. Throwing a last glare at a still confused Bucky you help him to the lift and then into a free bed in the wing. When he’s settled you look down at him sympathetically. 'I’m gonna kill him’ you say decidedly. Sam shakes his head.

'No you’re not. He’s just jealous’ he says and you’re reminded of the last time you heard him say that before your date.

'I don’t understand why would he be jealous? We’re like sworn enemies’.

'I think’ Sam begins and then winces again before continuing. 'I think he really likes you. Like really, really likes you’.

'He’s got a funny way of showing it. If that’s how he treats people he likes god knows how he treats people he actually doesn’t like’.

'He’s afraid. I’ve seen this before, veterans who are too scared to get close to their loved ones in case they leave them when they learn about all the things they’ve done. He doesn’t want you to get too close cause he doesn’t want you knowing about his past’.

'I already know about his past, what’s he got to be afraid of?’ you question in slight disbelief.

'Ok then maybe he’s afraid of himself. Maybe he’s pictured you and him together and seen himself waking up from a nightmare only to find his hand round your throat or HYDRA taking you and hurting you as some kind of bargaining chip. I think’ he pauses and beckons you to come closer, 'I think he might be in love with you’. At this you bark out a short laugh right in his ear and he winces.

'Sorry’ you whisper. 'How can you even come to that conclusion? How can he be in love with me and yet treat me like he does?’

'To protect you’ he states simply. 'He’s sacrificing his own happiness with you for your safety’. He says this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. With the way he words it you almost believe him and he looks up at you, smiling in the knowledge that he’s given you something to think about.

'I don’t believe you’ you say quietly, still slightly in shock.

'Yes you do’ Sam says from his bed. You step outside the clammy room and rest your back against the wall, sinking down until your bum hits the floor. Pulling your knees up under your chin you bury you face in your hands and allow the thoughts in your mind to run free. What if Bucky really was in love with you? And could you really take that chance? Could you honestly confront him, put your heart on the line only for it to turn out that Sam had been wrong? You didn’t think you could. If it backfired you could loose your job and worse still your dignity. It was hell working with him anyway, it would be even worse after a conversation like that. You decide to clear your clouded mind and getting to your feet you head off back to the common area, thinking that if you heard Bucky say one nasty thing to you you could put Sam’s idea down to concussion. When you push the doors open and walk in Bucky has his head in his hands and Wanda is resting one hand on his shoulder. Both look up upon your enter and you swallow slowly the words 'he’s in love with you’ swimming around in your mind.

'You broke his jaw’ you say staring hardly at Bucky.

'I’m sorry’ he says quietly and you curse him in your mind for not being his usually bitchy self.

'It’s not me you should be apologising to’. You’re clutching at straws now to make him say what you keep expecting him too.

'You’re right. I’ll go down there later and apologise’. You wince slightly at his deep blue eyes now filled with sorrow and his calm yet upset tone. God dammit just say something dickish, you think. 'I’m sorry?’ You hear Bucky question and your eyes snap up to him. You’d said that out loud. Shit, you think, your heart racing and you squeeze your eyes shut to compose yourself.

'Urgh’ you moan walking over to the kitchen counter. 'Doesn’t even matter’. You wrench the door of the fridge open and grab the large tub of ice cream you had put aside for a day like today. Sinking down in one of the couches you pry the lid off and all your attention turns the the delicious treat waiting for you. You’re barely one spoonful in when the headache caused by your relentlessly conflicting emotions gets too much for you to handle. You set the tub down next to you and once again hang your head into your hands. You can’t help but let the few tears brimming in your eyes escape and Bucky, upon catching these gets up to come and sit with you, taking your hands away from your face and holding them in his own. He looks into your eyes and you feel like he’s penetrated your soul, unable to hold eye contact for too long because of the sheer intensity of his stare.

'I’m sorry’ he repeats and you have to fight to suppress the loud sob threatening to erupt from your throat.

'The fuck kinda drugs has Wanda put you on?’ You say, trying to cover your emotional state.

'She just.. knocked a bit of sense into me that’s all’ he says smilingly and throwing a thankful glance at Wanda. 'Forgive me?’ he asks, giving you a lopsided grin.

'Sure’ you say, a bit in shock from just those two words. You offer him your hand as a signal of peace and he takes it in his own, shaking it and when he releases it he smiles again. 'Friends?’ you say as a last test of Sam’s theory and to make sure you were on the same page. If he did see you in the way Sam said he did he would say something surely?

'Friends’ he repeats, smiling almost sadly. You nod, knowing now that Sam was wrong. Bucky wasn’t in love with you, that much was clear and you smiled in the knowledge that your job would be made a hell of a lot easier now you were friends even if you couldn’t be anything more.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.14

A/N: So you guys, this time this whole chapter was written with Harry Styles’ album on repeat because girl…that’s my shit. I could’ve ended it better, but I honestly didn’t know how to. Anyway, you all know the drill of 100 notes and feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy, lovebugs💕

 **WARNINGS**: Nothing besides profanity. A nice vanilla chapter


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“Mmm, good morning, princess.” Calum whispered as he pressed loving kisses to your jaw.

You sat there stiffly cuddled into his chest, your voice holding no emotion as you told him,“Get your shit and leave.”

Calum’s eyebrows met together and he pulled his arms from around you, sitting up so that he could see your face. You wouldn’t even look at him.

“I thought we-”

“Yeah, I did too.” You cut him off before telling him what you came to realize when you woke up nearly an hour ago.“You fucking used me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t remember what you texted Michael?”

Calum’s eyebrows never parted during this whole conversation, his face showing nothing but confusion. When you unlocked and handed him his phone, it was already opened on the messages between him and one of his best mates.

“You went through my phone?”

“Michael text you something about work and I told him I’d tell you when you woke up, because I knew you wouldn’t want to talk to him at seven in the morning. I just so happened so see my name and got curious.”

“Yeah, but you-”

“Cal, it was never a problem going through your phone for three months straight. Why is it a problem because you’re in trouble?”

Calum shook his head and went to read the conversation, mentally choking himself from what was said. Of course he didn’t mean it like that, but now that you’ve seen it there’s no way your going to believe him.

Calum: I just miss her mate.
~I miss everything about her from how loud her laugh is to the way she scrunches up her nose when she sees something disgusting
~And the way she always smelled when we cuddled
~And the sex…the sex was fucking phenomenal…I miss that the most

Michael:Then go get her Calum
~I couldn’t if I wanted to
~Go apologize and fuck her, you said that works every times she’s mad
~This is different…
~I’m just telling you what you told me you do when she’s upset with you
~ You go buy her some shit, apologize, and have sex with her. Isn’t that how the ordeal works or something
~Well…I guess you’re right
~I’m always right
~I’ll try

“Y/N, I swear to you that really wasn’t my intention.” He held his hands in the air as if surrendering.“I drunk a few beers and came over to talk and it just led to something else.”

“Wasn’t that the point, though?” You spoke, your voice laced with attitude as you crossed your arms.

“No! No, I promise!” Calum seemed panicked, but you payed it no mind.

All Calum was thinking was he somewhat got you back last night only to lose you again over some stupid text that seemed worse than it actually was. He felt as if he should have the word “IDIOT” written in big bold letters across his forehead.

“I honestly missed you and it wasn’t just about the sex. I just wanted a way to feel close to you that’s why I went through with it. I thought- I thought that meant we were going to be okay.”

You heard the sadness in his voice and saw how his face softened as if he was actually hurt, but no. He shouldn’t be the one hurt, he’s the one who keeps hurting you.

“You’re just…” you laughed lightly, shaking your head in disbelief.“you’re unbelievable. Feeding me dreams just to get what you want. Do you even actually like me?”

“Yes! Of course I do! Everything is just too complicated right now, but-”

“Just go.” You interrupted, standing to show your bare body. When you saw him eyeing you and watched as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, you had to remember to be mad at him. “Don’t come back, Calum. Seriously.”

“No.”

“Go to your fucking model girlfriend and tell her how you cheated on her with a bitch like me. See how she feels.”

You slowly began to find some lounge clothes consisting of a pair of black tights and a polka dotted shirt and ignored the fact that Calum was still sitting there on your bed. Sadly, he was still fully naked, so the multitude of thoughts that were running through your head contradicted what you initially were thinking about him. God, the things that boy did to you. He waited until you began to re-moisturize your curly mane in the mirror before he spoke again.

“Princess, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“Yeah, me either.”

You heard the Māori sigh behind you and him shuffling around to unravel himself from the sheets. You watched through the mirror as he got dressed with the most defeated expression and fought the urge to let him back in. It was heartbreaking to say, but you really had to let Calum go. You refused to keep him in your life if that only meant you’d be angry and jealous twenty four seven over some white girl you didn’t even know. Some girl who snatched him from you within days and ruined what the two of you had going. You weren’t going to be bitter over a man who was never really yours. Calum wrapped his toned arms around you from behind and you stiffened, looking at him through the mirror. He had his face hidden in your hair and began to sway you from side to side, letting out another sigh, but this time in contentment and not disappointment.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting one last hug before I see you in God knows when.”

“Get off of me.”

He placed a kiss to your shoulder and mumbled out,“Bye, princess.”, and finally exiting your room.

You huffed and bent over to lean over your dresser to rest your face in your hands. Who knew catching feelings would be this complicated?


You groaned loudly as you continued to bang on your friend’s door, praying that he’d come open it. You knew he was in there due to hearing the sound of what seemed to be Adele playing somewhere in the apartment. Typical Connor.

“Dammit, Connor, open the door!” You shouted and waited a few minutes to see if he’d come to the door. When that didn’t work, you began to threatened him.“Don’t make me go to headquarters and tell them that I don’t know if you’re alive or not.”

It wouldn’t be the first time you had to check on both him and Felix for locking themselves in their apartment for days at a time. Soon enough you heard the sound of a lock turning and there stood your best friend in all of his…glory.

“What the hell?” Your eyes widened at his appearance.

You’d known this man for two years and you’ve never, not even once, caught him slipping like this. His hair was definitely in need for a cut and it seemed as if he hadn’t washed it in a weeks. His usually glowing tanned skin was now a bit pale, he had dark bags underneath his eyes, and the sparkle in his bright, sky blue eyes dimmed to a dull blue. You were pretty confident that if he could grow facial hair, he’d be sporting a full beard.

“Connor, oh my God. You just…wow.”

“I know, I look like a homeless man, shut up.”

“Okay, you’re definitely getting out of this apartment." 

“Y/N, no.”

“Connor, yes.” You used the same tone back on him as you pushed passed him to enter.

Surprisingly the nicely designed apartment was nearly spotless besides the empty pizza box and half a two liter coke sitting on the coffee table. However, the house had lost its usual smell and its comes to help you realize that it was Felix’s cologne that surrounded these walls. Connor always wore something light with a fruity scent whereas Felix wore some heavy polo cologne.

"I’m not going anywhere.”

“You haven’t left this apartment in a month.” You deadpanned.“The only time you do leave is for groceries.”

Connor didn’t say anything as he plopped into his couch. You took a seat beside him and watched as he picked at a string on shirt that you realized belong to Felix, the difference between their height causing it to be a little longer on him. You two sat in a comforting silence until he finally broke it.

“Have you seen Felix?” He asked his eyes darting away from you the second you made eye contact.

“You don’t know where he is?”

“We haven’t uh…He won’t return my calls or texts.” He shrugged.“Im actually kind of worried because if he’s with some other guys getting comforted he might not ever come back,because that’s how I met him and-”

“Connor, Felix’s been sleeping on my couch for the past month.”

“And you didn’t fucking say anything?!”

“I thought you knew!”

“Oh my fucking God, Y/N! All this time I could’ve been banging on your door trying to win him back instead of thinking he was on the other side of town or some shit!”

“All you had to do was ask.” You said as you crossed your arms.“I thought you were ignoring him on purpose.”

“Of course I’m not ignoring him. I saw Felix as my future husband, I’m not letting him go.”

You noticed the tears in his eyes and sighed, opening up your arms and gesturing for him to hug you. You knew the blonde most likely hadn’t spoke a word about the breakup to anyone and had been alone in his apartment letting it all out. He sobbed loudly on your shoulder as you rubbed comforting circles on his back.

“I miss him so fucking much.”

“He misses you too, C.”

“I wouldn’t fucking know. He’s being so bitchy about the whole thing and-and-”

“Shhh, it’s gonna be okay.” You reassured.“I’m gonna get you two back together, I don’t care how long it takes.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You held out your pinky finger and Connor laughed through his tears, wrapping his pinky around yours.“So, I’m gonna talk to him and we’re definitely having a girls day tomorrow, okay? Give you time to get back to your fabulous self.”

“It’s a date.” He agreed, ruffling the curls on top of your head.


“Felix, we still need to talk!” You shouted as you made your way into your apartment, placing your purse down on the coffee table. “Felix?!”

You saw that he was missing from his usual spot on the couch and went to check the other rooms in the apartment to see if he was there or not. You told him while you were out earlier running errands that when you arrived back home, you’d have along talk about his relationship situation. You weren’t really too surprised to find out he went ghost on you tonight.

“Of course he leaves when we have to talk about Connor.” You said out loud, rolling your eyes in annoyance. As you went to enter your kitchen you stopped in your tracks after spotting several gifts on along the countertop. “The hell?”

There sat three dozen roses, a large bag, and two other boxes placed neatly on the marble isle. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you searched for a note or something regarding as to where this all came from. Your initial thought was that Felix went shopping and just so happened to buy roses since those were his favorite flowers, but you knew deep down exactly where this came from. As you finally found a small card tucked neatly in one of the roses, you couldn’t fight the smile that made its way to your face at the sight of his handwriting.

I’m sorry about what happened this morning and well I guess last night too. I don’t regret it, but I do apologize. Hope you can forgive me, princess. - Cal

You reread the note over and over again, soon allowing giggles to escape your lips. It was like you were in ninth grade with your first crush all over again. You smelled the roses and felt the softness of the petals along your fingertips. Then you suddenly felt extremely excited as you pulled the paper from the bag to reveal a new Louis Vuitton Speedy 30 and you squealed at the sight of it. How Calum remembered that you wanted this purse before everything went down, you had no idea. You even forgot that you wanted the purse. You gently placed it back into the bag before opening the larger box first which happened to be a large assortment of chocolate covered strawberries. There was another note tucked inside, but this one was computer generated letting you know it came shipped with them.

I remember you told me chocolate covered strawberries were “to die for” on our second date. Please don’t die, though :) - Cal xxx

“Idiot.” You mumbled out as you picked one up, moaning as the sweetness of the chocolate and strawberries juice filled your mouth.

You gasped as you saw that the third and last box contained a beautiful heart shaped pendant encrusted with diamonds around it. In the middle were the simple letters “C.H.” engraved in a beautiful cursive font.

“He didn’t.” You whined to yourself as you examined the necklace in disbelief.

You had always joked about getting his name on a necklace so that everyone could know you were his, but it was always all jokes to you. The necklace was cute, yet subtle. You really had to see the necklace up close to see the small letters and that’s exactly what you liked. Only you and a few people would actually know the true meaning of the necklace.

Before you could come to your senses and get over the elated feeling, you had your phone in you hand waiting for Calum to pick up his phone. Once the sound of his voice came through you grinned wider than you were before.

“It’s kinda hard to be mad at you and push you out of my life when you’re buying me gifts.”

“That’s good news, then.”

“Thank you, Cal.”

“It’s nothing, really. ” he blushed on the other side of the phone.“You deserve it after all I’ve put you through. I know it can’t make up for it, but it’s a start.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

There was an awkward silence until Calum broke it , attempting to make conversation.“ So…whatcha doin?”

“I just got home, I guess I was gonna shower.”

“Do you think we could uh…we could talk on the phone like we used to?” He questioned nervously.

“Where’s Nicole?”

“She’s not here. Are you seriously going to always bring her up?”

“I am.” You confirmed.

“When you told me you were petty, I didn’t take you serious.”

“Oh, I bet you wish you would’ve prepared yourself then.” You flopped onto your bed and leaned back against the multiple pillows that were placed at the head of it.

“Nah.”He chuckled.”I’m pretty sure I can handle it.”

Tom, Just Tom

Requested: nope!
Rating: PG this is all domestic fluff! Maybe a few curse words but I doubt it but who knows
Summary: your young daughter wants to know what she should call your long term boyfriend, Tom, he tells her that just Tom is fine, but you all find him filling a dad shaped void in your family.

Originally posted by captainaudreystark

“Hey, mommy?” Your daughter called to you from the backseat where she was buckled into her pink, butterfly car seat. You’d thought she was napping, she’d been so tired out from her day in her kindergarten classroom. You turned down the radio. “Yes, Pay?” You responded using her nickname.

“Why is the sky blue?” You tried to think of the best answer that would make sense.
“I think the sky is a lot of colors, but blue travels the best and is easiest for our eyes to see so it looks blue to us,” your daughter Paisley went quiet for a moment, thinking over your response. “Is that why the water is blue?” You nodded, keeping your eyes on the road. “Yes, good thinking, Pay!” She smiled.
“Mommy?” You replied yes again.
“Do I have to call Tom Daddy?” Your eyes widened with surprise, you hadn’t anticipated the question.
“No, honey, you can just call Tom Tom, you could ask him if you want to call him dad? If you wanted to? I don’t think he will mind either way, Pay, it’s up to you, whatever you feel comfortable with.”
Pay nodded in her car seat again, her ponytail bumping against the backrest or the seat.

“Mommy?” You nodded, unsure of what she would ask now. “Yes, Pay?”

“Is Tom my daddy?”

“No, sweet heart, your dad is far away, remember?”

You’d never known how else to tell her that her father had left before she was even born.

“Oh, yeah. Mommy why don’t I see my daddy at Christmas time? Or on my birthday?” You winced. This wasn’t the first time that you’d had this conversation, you know it was hard for your daughter not to have a normal family. “He’s just too far away, baby, why do you ask?” Paisley shrugged.

“I dunno, will Tom come to my birthday?” Her birthday was months away, so you weren’t sure why your daughter was worried about it now. “We can ask. I bet he would move mountains to make it to your birthday though, sweetie,” you said, looking into the mirror again to catch your daughter’s eye.

“Why would he move mountains, mommy?” You laughed a bit, explaining that it was a figure of speech. Your daughter thought about this for a second and then nodded. “Is Tom going to come over today?”
“Why all the questions about Tom?”
“Just wondering, sheesh,” your daughter said, laughing. You laughed along too and then nodded. “Do you want Tom to come over?”

She nodded. “I like when Tom comes over. Last time he brought Tessa-dog with him, and he brought me candy, ‘member that, mommy?” Tessa-dog was your daughter’s nickname for Tom’s dog Tess, Tom had been in your life for years now, and had known Pay since before she had such a good grip on recognizing animals so “Tessa the dog” had been shortened to the current label.

“I do remember, he brought you so much candy that you had a sugar rush!” You laughed at the memory of you, Tom and Paisley jumping on her small bed.

“Yes, do you think he’d bring me candy? He brings me cool candy,” Paisley said. Whenever Tom went traveling he’d bring back something for you and something for Paisley. “Remember the green kit-kar bars?”
“Yes, I do, baby.”

“Mom, are you and Tom going to be together forever and ever?”

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Writing this prompt for reigingheart22, who wanted a Winteriron Bachelor! AU with slightly intimidating Bachelor!Bucky with a confused and intimidated Tony, who didn’t sign up to be a contestant, but Bucky sees him in the crew and decides he likes him. Sorry if it’s a little different than what you wanted, hope you like it!

Also, as a side note, I have no idea what Bucky’s company does, or why he has the money and fame to be the next Bachelor, but oh well. He’s ex-army and suffers from PTSD, but it’s not public knowledge. So, that’s why he’s a little intimidating. Had to add a little drama.

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