#Anywa y felt the need to share

[unknownarmageddon]

feeling very Gay Uncle at this moment

[hyperionshipping]

Friendly Blackmail

A/N: Ohh only one bed trope. You are my favorite. This is set... well. No time specifically but me and my friend talked about this in the setting that the whole Bones team is out for some conference or something and stuff happened so oh NO! Less beds than normal! Guess we have to cuddle now...

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"No, Hodgins, I'll take that chair thing. Your back would kill you by the morning."

"No, it wouldn't. Take the bed."

"Yes, it would! Bullshit. Hodgins, you take the bed that's final. Zach has the couch. Zach, you wouldn't mind me sleepin' with you right? If I needed to?"

"Well, if it was absolutely needed." Zach was already in his pajamas. A matching set. "I've been told by my cousins that I sleep very still. Do you kick in your sleep?"

"Nope! But I'm a totally big cuddler," Elias grinned.

"I don't like to cuddle."

"Bummer." Elias shrugged.

"Dude," Hodgins was referring to Zach. "You sleep like the dead. Wolfe, y--"

"Oh my god. Are you two still fighting? Share the bed! I wanna go to sleep!" Angela came into the room. "Before I go complain that you two are making too much noise!"

Elias and Hodgins both blinked. Hodgins suddenly turned to Elias, a grin on his face.

"So, a cuddler, Wolfe?"

"Shut up!" Elias pushed Hodgins who laughed. "I was joking! I thought you knew those!" 

Elias grabbed his bag, stomping off to the bathroom as Hodgins kept giggling.

***

When Elias came out, Hodgins was already changed. Zach was also passed out. "Hodgins, do you care what side you sleep on? I don't."

"No, I'll sleep anywa-- wow." Hodgins whistled, looking Elias up and down. He wore short shorts and a thin tank top. "That is--'' Hodgins laughed, unable to keep his eyes anywhere that felt appropriate. "I think Angela owns those same shorts." 

"...I get hot easily at night." Elias suddenly felt very embarrassed by his choice of pajamas. "And I didn't expect to be sleeping with anyone."

"Right. Well, ready to go to bed?"

"Yeah." 

Hodgins climbed into the bed. He couldn't help himself from patting the spot in front of him for Elias. Though the room was dark, Hodgins could tell Elias was at least flustered.

"Gonna be a long night for you, huh Wolfe?"

"Yeah, you'd love that huh?"

"I would! But with Zach here… it'd just be rude."

"Hodgins! Don't- you can't say that right next to my ear." Hodgins only smiled, wishing Elias a good night.

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By morning, Hodgins had a tight grip on Elias, who was curled up, knees hiked. Hodgins' arm was around his waist, Elias nestled against his body.

Elias stirred in his sleep, and Hodgins held him tighter, exhaling softly against Elias' neck. It seemed to wake him though, as Elias groaned, trying to roll away. He was stopped, squirming slightly. "Huh?" he blinked, clearing the last bits of sleep that kept him from noticing the strong arms around him.

As soon as he figured it out, Elias froze. Hodgins was still passed out, his breath steady. A part of Elias wished he could stay in his arms, but he could hear the annoying beep of Angela's alarm. 

Elias held his breath praying Hodgins would let go before Angela showed up to use the bathroom. He gave up as soon as he heard her getting up.

As soon as Angela walked past the bed she had a grin on her face. "Don't," Elias warned her, as he watched Angela point her phone at him.

"You two are so cute!" Snap. "Did you ask him to cuddle~?" Click! "You can go back to sleep lovebirds. I bet you want all the time you can right now huh?"

"Angela!" Elias cried out, "I can't-he won't even- I didn't ASK for this!"

"Sure," she laughed. "I'll send him the photos."

"No!"

Angela waved her phone, disappearing into the bathroom just as Hodgins stretched in his sleep, practically moving Elias with him. Angela was snickering, not quite in the bathroom. “You’re stuck till he wakes up! Oh, he does that all the time.”

Elias shot her a glance, then tried again to beg her to not send the photos to Hodgins using just his eyes. Angela did not acknowledge if she did or didn’t catch his signal.

A few minutes later, Hodgins woke up with a yawn, squeezing Elias tighter. “Mornin’ baby,” he cooed, voice still thick with sleep. Elias was glad he wasn’t facing Hodgins. A second later Hodgins blinked and moved his arms away. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought you were…”

“All good Hodgins,” Elias said, sad that his arms were not around him anymore. “I didn’t mind.”

“Gross!” Angela yelled from the bathroom. “I don’t wanna hear that stuff you two!”

Hodgins looked at Elias with a smile on his face, it made Elias laugh, and the two quickly broke into a fit of giggles, leaning onto each other. 

[shangchiswife]

ben solo- i guess this is goodbye

i wrote this a long time ago and just made major edits but goddamn this plot sucks ass

summary: ben is in love with you and because of it, the dark side consumes him and he confides in you and begs you to join him

ben solo x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1094

You and Ben Solo were best friends at Luke Skywalker's little Jedi school. You sparred together. You ate lunch together. You shared secrets together. You were the most dynamic duo at the school.

One day he invited you to a picnic on top of a beautiful mountain. It was an isolated spot that was surrounded by a cluster of dark pine trees.

It was such a peaceful place, and it was no wonder he chose it. The area was secluded and hidden.

You could hear the water from the nearby river rushing, the birds singing, and the rustling of the trees. The cool breeze felt amazing against your skin. There he was in the center of it sitting on a plaid carpet with beige picnic baskets around him.

His dark curls went just past his ears and his brown eyes looked slightly nervous.

"Hey Ben!" you smiled sweetly at your best friend.

"Y/N," he looked up, his entire face lighting up.

"Sit, I brought ice cream and I made some cookies," Ben smiled.

"Awesome, I've been needing something delicious, we've been eating all that disgusting porridge back at school," you said making a motion to throw up.

He chuckled which made your face heat up with pride.

"Y/N, I actually invited you here to talk about something serious," he cleared his throat, a serious look you'd never seen before crossed Ben's face.

You had your favorite ice cream splattered across your face along with cookie crumbs.

"I'm listening," you said while dipping a cookie into the ice cream.

"There are some times...when I feel that we don't have to be friends,"

Your heart stopped.

"What are you talking about? You don't want to be friends with me anymore?" you asked standing up, shaking.

"No no no," he said while grabbing your shoulders gently.

"I would never want this friendship to end, this friendship is the reason that I wake up and love coming to this school every day," Ben told you softly and rubbed your back gently.

You let out a sigh of relief.

You didn't even know why you panicked in the first place. Maybe because his tone was serious.

"Ok, then what are you trying to say then," you asked while sitting down and returning to the cookies and ice cream and snarfing it down.

He sighed then turned his head to see if anyone was around.

"I'm not sure if I should tell you..." he said while scratching his head.

"Ben," you said taking your hand into his and holding his hand dear.

"You could tell me anything, I could tell you anything, we tell each other our secrets all the time... we have that bond. I mean we are best friends after all. But you don't have to say anything you don't want to," you replied in a soothing way.

He nodded then rested his head on your lap, squeezing his eyes shut.

How should I tell them that my feelings for them are becoming strong?

Too strong, it's blinding. And what about that Supreme Leader Snoke is calling me should I tell her that? That the dark side is taking hold of me. How could I tell them? It'd break their precious beautiful heart. But I need to tell her because the dark in me is starting to cover the light... and I need them by my side when I turn.

"Ok, Y/N, I'm ready to tell you," Ben got up from your lap and held your hands, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Y/N, I...think I'm in love with you,"

Your jaw dropped.

Ben Solo was in love with you.

"No...Ben...you don't love me...you can't possibly love me...love- it isn't the Jedi way," you stuttered looking down at your intertwined fingers.

"Y/N, I don't have much time, say you love me or you don't,"

You didn't say anything but you stood up and your back faced him.

Ben's eyebrows raised.

He honestly thought that you would be quick to join his side and become his love.

"Ben I-of course I love you but not in that way. And why don't you have much time anyway?" your voice wavered, fear washing through your system.

"The dark side calls me Y/N, it calls me, and Y/N if we turn to the dark side we could be free to be together, we could be more powerful, and one day we could rule the galaxy!" he cried out in excitement.

The sky turned cloudy as dark clouds appeared and the wind started blowing harder.

"Ben...this isn't like you...what's happened to you, you were on your way to becoming one of the greatest Jedi in existence!" a tear slipped down your cheek.

"DON'T YOU SEE, I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT I JUST CARE ABOUT YOU, I TURNED TO THIS SIDE BECAUSE OF YOU, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH!" he yelled making you tremble.

His confession maimed you as you felt your entire body shake.

In any other situation, Ben would've immediately wrapped his arms around you and apologized wildly but he looked so different now.

"I CAN'T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU!" his voice cracked making your heart crumble.

"Ben, I did love you but I controlled my feelings unlike you and maybe you did have a chance if you didn't start this little episode, but now it's over and I won't be joining you on your silly little dark side, so kill me, since I won't join you, kill me because I won't be your partner," you gathered as much courage as you had into saying that.

You were so hurt right now. The boy you loved, your best friend was gone to the dark side. Your heart split in two.

"I don't even know who you are right now," you whispered but Ben had heard and he turned away.

The rain started to fall and after a second lightning struck the sky and thunder rumbled.

Ben sighed heartbrokenly, trying to keep his emotions in check.

"Leave, leave now, and never come back and you will be spared," he said his voice monotone.

"I don't want the only person I've loved to be lost,"

You faced him and quickly kissed both his cheeks.

"If you were still on the light side I would be with you, but what I feared has come true...the dark side has consumed you,"

"Goodbye Ben, I'll always love you,"

You ran into the forest and weren't seen for the rest of that day or ever again.

That night Ben Solo was consumed with anger and contempt. That night was the day the Ben Solo was transformed into Kylo Ren. It was the night when he burned down the temple and the Knights of Ren were born.

Ben Solo was gone.

[jinhitwhore]

The List 01

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, High School! Au

Warning: None yet!

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: It’s your senior year of high school and while most couples struggle to decide what to do after high school you and Jungkook seem to have it all figured out. You’re breaking up. But until college move-in day, you plan on making the most of every second and do everything on the list that you two made together. 

Note: If you’ve seen me post and delete this three times before... no you didn’t! Not sure how long it’ll be yet. Also, I am in college now so idk how often i’ll update. This is for funsies and I very much don’t know how to use punctuation, so sorry in advance. And if you do stick around thanks for reading! :)

“It’s really the first day of senior year, huh.” You were still in shock of how the past three years of high school had flown past in what felt as a blink of an eye. Now you headed into your high school for one last ‘first day’ with your best friend, Emma, beside you. 

“Way to state the obvious.” She bumps your shoulder and giggles. “I’m serious. This is the year where we take our final SATs and we do the whole college application thing and then we and we spiral into crippling debt because we all know financial aid is a joke and now I’m freaking out.” 

You stop as Emma blocks your path and places her hands on your shoulders. “Y/n...shut up and chill, please. You skipped over all the fun stuff like prom, and parties, and graduation, and getting the hell out of here. Most importantly you get to do all that fun stuff with your boyfriend.” Emma shakes your shoulders gently after successfully calming you down. 

“Where is said boyfriend by the way?” Her eyes scan the hallway as you both start walking to your locker. You shrug letting out a small sigh. “I haven’t seen him since he went on vacation with his parents a few weeks ago.” She hums in response.

“I still can't believe you ended up getting a boyfriend after you swore you didn’t like anyone and that you were happily single.” She leans against the locker next to yours and watches you put your books up. “I was but now I’m happily dating Jungkook. Are you sad that your summer of fun included a little less of me?” You teasingly grin at her. 

“Not at all. As far as I’m concerned summer of fun was very successful even when you left me to my own devices”. Emma gave you the sleaziest wink and you couldn’t help but laugh with her. “In that case I’m definitely going to need you to fill me in.” 

Before Emma could begin telling you all about her summer escapades she notices a tall figure making its way down the hallway. “I’ll tell you later.” She nods behind you but you bump into something hard on your way to turn around. 

“You okay, baby?” Jungkook holds you while you regain your balance. You look up at him with a goofy loved up smile that’s reserved only for him, “yeah”. After weeks of not seeing him, there stood your very devilishly handsome boyfriend grinning down at you. 

“Sorry.” He chuckles and reaches out to run his thumb over your forehead. He moves his hand down to your jaw and leans in close to your lips. “I missed you.” He mumbles before giving you a sweet kiss. “Missed you too”. Your face now dusted by a slight blush as you pulled away. 

Jungkook smiles at your reaction and leans in for a second kiss. Interrupted by an “ahem” that comes from behind, you are made very aware of your small audience. “Hey, Emma. How was your summer?” Jungkook casually asks as he slides his hand into yours. “Great, actually, but I missed hanging out with you guys.” 

Before you could continue your idle chatter, the morning bell rings. “Catch up during lunch?”, Emma suggests as you both start towards the direction of your class as Jungkook smiles and waves. 

“See you at lunch then!” He yells after you. “Yup!”

A few too many ice-breaker activities later, the lunch bell finally rang. 

“Why do teachers feel the need to introduce you to the same people you’ve been in class with for years? As if I don’t remember that Liz in the back row lost her tooth during snack time in first grade!” Emma continues whining as Jungkook joins you guys. 

“Bad day already?” She looked over at him with a pout and nodded slowly. Emma continues chattering on until you finally reach your car. 

“You drive.” You toss Jungkook your keys and he smiles knowingly at the fact that you still hate driving. It’s been a little over a year since you had gotten a license (you’d been driving longer than that but that’s none of the authorities’ business) and you still refused to drive more than necessary.

 Jungkook jogs up ahead of you and opens the passenger door and waits for you to get in before walking over to the driver’s seat. “Everyone buckled up?” He asks looking into the rearview mirror. 

“Why do you always look at me when you ask that?” Emma grumbles as she yanks the seatbelt on and Jungkook finally puts the car into drive with a knowing smile. “Hand”, Jungkook rests his elbow on the middle console with his hand’s palm facing up. You playfully roll your eyes and intertwine your fingers in his.

Jungkook drives to a nearby diner that people from your high school frequented. Walking across the parking lot you smile at a girl you recognize from one of your classes. 

“I heard she’s going to dump him soon,” Emma says as you notice the boy who’s standing by your classmate. “Apparently she wants a clean break sooner than later, so she can enjoy her senior year. Smart, considering how everyone ends up breaking up anywa-'' She cuts herself off before looking over at you two slowly with an ‘I fucked up face’. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean you guys. Y/n and Jungkook forever~” She sings the last sentence in an attempt to lighten the mood before mumbling another apology.

 “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re saying anything we don’t already know.” Jungkook chuckles. “I hope you know that you guys aren’t included in my statement. If anyone can make it work it’s going to be you two.” Emma assures and you can see that she really means it. 

“Thanks, but...um..we’re actually going to break up too.” You say in passing with an airy laugh as you reach the diner entrance and Jungkook opens the door for you and Emma.

The revelation left your best friend dumbfounded as she watched the couple’s display of affection a few feet ahead. 

“Do you want to split a milkshake? I don’t think I can finish it on my own.” Jungkook scrunches his face in an attempt of denial. “I’ll give you the cherry~” You swing your locked hands between you. Your cute act quickly wins him over and you tiptoe to kiss his cheek. 

How could you just drop that bomb so casually? Especially when she had watched her best friend’s relationship bloom from the very start. Meddled along with the rest of the class so that you and Jungkook had no other choice but to be lab partners in fourth period chem. Listened to you gush after your first date and first ‘I love yous’. 

Yeah, you definitely weren’t as okay as that breezy laugh let on, and you’re definitely not getting away from a very long conversation about your feelings later on.

“Hey, guys!” You greet the group of boys that sit together at a corner of the diner where a bunch of tables had been pushed together to accommodate the large group. 

“Y/n, JK,” Hobi greets happily before looking behind you guys, “and…oddly quiet Emma. What’s wrong?” He asks with a pout. “Nothing much just realized love is dead.”

Emma walks around the now confused Hobi and takes a seat next to Jin. You giggle at her dramatics as you and Jungkook follow to take the remaining seats beside her. “I’m still confused. Love is dead? Since when?” Hobi reclaims his seat next to Yoongi and waits for a response. “Since these two idiots decided to break up.” Emma nods in your direction before resuming her grumpy act.

You hear the tiniest ‘huh’ leave Hobi’s lips before turning around to the entire table’s eyes on you and your boyfriend. “It’s not really a big deal. We’ve got all year left before that happens. Right, babe?” You turn to Jungkook and he answers with a small stiff smile. Hoping the way your heart is clenching in your chest doesn’t show through. “Right.” The moment between you lingers along with the sense of dread. 

“So what are y’all getting today?,” Jungkook asks in an attempt to move past the awkwardness. The guys start going on about their favorite orders and quickly move on.

Lunch continues on with lively chatter about summer activities and senior plans until it’s time to head back to school. You arrive back on campus and make your way to the only class you two have in common.

You walk through the classroom door with him laughing at something silly he had whispered in your ear when you hear someone call his name. Jungkook looks between you and some of his other friends sitting at the back of the classroom. He smiles and waves back. 

“Alright, so where are we sitting?” He looks at you expecting an answer. “You can go with them Jungkook”, you chuckle, “I know you haven’t seen them all summer. I’ll sit with the girls.” You take your hand from his before pushing him in the direction of his friends. He looks back at you one more time. “Go make friends, Kookie.” You usher in a tone for children too shy to go off into the playground on their own. He rolls his eyes and finally walks off as you join your friends.

The class progresses in the same boring fashion as all of your earlier classes. The only difference now was the occasional peeks between you and Jungkook. You glance up at Jungkook while the teacher shares pictures of his summer trip. 

He catches your gaze and you watch as a small smile spreads on his lips. The moment only lingers for a few seconds before he decides to tease you like the little jerk you know he is. “Talk to your friends Y/nnie”, he mouths at you and uses the same gesture you used on him earlier. You roll your eyes as he winks at you. Finally turning back to pay attention for the last few remaining minutes of class until the bell rings.

The rest of classes and bells whizzed by until it was finally 4 o’clock and you were free to go home.

You made it out into the parking lot and leaned forward to put the key in the ignition. You flinched in your seat when you heard your passenger door open and someone sat beside you. 

“You made me drop my keys, jerk” You grumbled and punched his arm. Jungkook winces in mock pain as he looks over at you. “Ouch. Now you’ve got to kiss it better”. This time when he looks at you his eyes are filled with expectation and mischief.

 You only rolled your eyes, but he continued to insist. “I’m serious! That really did hurt. I think you forgot that you got buff from going to the gym with me.” He rubbed his arm again for added effect. “You’re such a baby”. You teased as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Your baby.” He hums as he turns to connect your lips to his. 

His hand moves to rest beneath your neck, deepening the kiss to the point that it was impossible to breathe. “I missed you so much, baby.” He mumbles against you. Dazed and breathless you sit there with your eyes closed, lovestruck grin on your face, “Missed you too.” He pecked your lips one more time before leaning back into his seat. “So my place or yours?”

Pushing the door open to your empty house, “Home sweet home”. Your parents still had a day before they came home from an overnight visit to your grandparents, leaving you and Jungkook to take full advantage of that.

 Currently, you were laid up on your boyfriend’s chest. The peaceful atmosphere you had settled into suddenly disrupted by you. “We should make a list”, You sat up and looked down at Jungkook with excited eyes. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Of things we want to do together before” You sighed, not wanting to finish off your sentence. “Before we break up?” He finished for you.

 “There’s just so much I want to do with you before we leave”. The words softly left your lips. Jungkook tucked your hair behind your ear happily before walking over to grab a pen and paper from your desk. “Let’s get started then.”

He settles back on your bed while you mindlessly title the page. Jungkook moves to peer over your shoulder. “Y/n and JK’s pre-breakup bucket list.” You catch his subtle wince after he reads the title aloud. Your expression slowly drops into a sad smile but Jungkook is quick to kiss your dejection away. 

“So skinny dipping at a very crowded beach has to be at the very top”. You look over at him with his favorite ‘are you fucking kidding me’ face. He pulls you against him, nuzzling your neck. “Come on. Add it.” Placing playful kisses in the crook of your neck. You turn your head. “No thanks”.

You continued brainstorming until you ended up with a list far more simple than you would have expected and a very important clause at the bottom of the page. ‘The list is always subject to change if Y/n and Jungkook feel like it.’

The sound of your alarm stirs you from your sleep. You move to sit up but a pair of strong arms tighten around you. “It’s time to get up”, you sigh as you make no further attempt to escape your boyfriend’s warm embrace. Jungkook burrows his face in between your shoulders and hums in agreement. 

“Are you gonna let me go?” You giggle and finally try to pull his arms away from you. “Do you really want me to?” He teases and places a kiss on your shoulder. You hum in consideration. Lay in bed with your boyfriend to enjoy the morning together or get to school on time before your parents get the ‘your kid isn’t in class’ phone call. You hated that damn phone call. Jungkook seems to come to a conclusion before you as he rolls off the bed with a groan. 

You continue to lay despite no longer having the weight of your boyfriend confining you to bed. “I really don’t want to get up”, you whine. “Mnh mnh, you made me get up now it’s your turn”. His hand wraps around your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed he stood by. For the second time this morning, you found yourself in Jungkook’s arms except this time you were being tossed over his shoulder and not waking in a gentle hold.

After being set down in the restroom with no other choice but to get ready, you start brushing your teeth. You lean over to spit the foam into the sink when Jungkook pokes his head in.

“Hey, where do you keep all the clothes you steal from me? I need some for today”. You roll your eyes at his accusatory choice of words before pointing him in the direction of your bottom dresser drawer. It’s not stealing when you had every intention of returning said borrowed clothes. He pulls on a t-shirt he found and you manage to steal a few shameless glances while getting ready yourself.

Just a few more days and you would have him all to yourself for the weekend.

[yoondoze]

ultimatum | l.dh

donghyuck is a cute regular who has seen your spectacle reserved for rude customers a number of times and just can’t get enough of it.

pairing: donghyuck/reader

genre/au: fluff, coffee shop! au

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none

a/n: i kinda forgot that i had this in my drafts and decided to finish it! this was the mcdonalds au i once mentioned but thought that a coffee shop might work better. hope you enjoy <3 also, this was inspired by an incident from this post

When you’ve been working in fast food for long enough, your skin gets real thick.

There was just about nothing that could get to you, not even the wrath of a fifty-year-old man with a heavy southern accent calling you a whore because a barista accidentally gave him whipped cream when he didn’t ask for any - even claiming that whipped cream was emasculating! It wasn’t your fault and you knew it, even though he treated it like you killed his firstborn son. Still, you didn’t let it stress you out. You were tougher than nails - in fact, you were the type of person to throw nails into your mouth like sunflower seeds, chew them, and spit them out. When you were at work, anyway.

However, that didn’t mean you enjoyed dealing with it. Sometimes, you couldn’t get customers to leave you alone - Jesus Christ lady, I already gave you a refund and a coupon if you ever want to come back (please don’t), what more do you want? And you had a perfect way to get rid of it.

It was just a thing. Your coworkers laughed til their ribs hurt every time you pulled it and it was undeniably hilarious. You knew you weren’t supposed to anymore and perhaps it was a bit manipulative, but in your book, they deserved it.

And here we go again. 

“There are no straws left,” she said abruptly. Her horribly cut side bangs swept to the right of her face screamed that this would be more troublesome than you were willing to put up with. When you looked over, she was correct. There were no more straws left in the basket on the counter. Big whoop.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” you replied in your most polite, high pitched voice, “I’ll be right on it in a moment.”

You continued taking the current customer’s order, hoping a coworker mulling around might have heard it and would get her the damn straw. No one stepped up though, leading you to believe that they almost wanted it to escalate, especially when Jisung - who was “busy” making a drink - gave you a look. Nothing had happened all day and everyone was bored out of their minds.

“Alright, your total will be-”

“Excuse me?” Her eye twitched as she interrupted you.

“One moment please ma’am, I’ll be right with you.”

“...Are you kidding me?” She scoffed. “All I need is a damn straw, and you kids are just going to ignore me?”

In the blink of an eye, you were wearing an anxious expression like a mask and your voice was faltering with worry. The customer who was right in front of you, who was actually quite pleasant, was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the woman leaning into his bubble just to get in your face.

“Ma’am, I’m dealing with another customer-”

“And you were dealing with me first!” she yelled, bringing up a poorly manicured finger to point at you. “This place is horrendous. I cannot believe how low the bar is for the service I am receiving right now. You are one lazy little girl, and let me tell you, not one member of your generation is fit for the workforce right now. Always in your phones, not even able to refill the straws! When I get home, I am going to leave a Yelp review that will bring this place to the ground!”

You had to stifle a laugh in your throat.

It was dead silent. Conversations came to a halt, food was left half-chewed in people’s mouths as they focused on the ordeal up at the register. Some people in the place had seen you do it once or twice, if they came here regularly when you were working. Those people met your eyes and watched with excitement. One who you were familiar with, Donghyuck, looked up from his phone and raised his eyebrow at you from a corner booth, anticipating your next move.

The first time viewers were in for a treat.

Cue the waterworks. Your eyes filled to the brim with glassy tears, something you learned to do on command since you started working here, and brought your hands to your face. It was just natural at this point.

In a choked voice, you stumbled over your words, “I, I’m so sorry ma’am, it’s just that I… It’s my first day today and…”

You watched as her anger melted away and guilt began to take place. “I’m so sorry for messing up, I just got overwhelmed and…”

“No, no, no darling, I am sorry for yelling at you and I shouldn’t have. You’re new and it was my fault…” Her cheeks were incredibly red at this point, eyes wide and absolutely astonished. While you kept crying, sobs comparable to those in an afternoon soap opera, she had no clue what to do. Everyone in the store was looking at her with judgemental eyes, even her kids sitting at the booth. You spared a quick glance to Donghyuck, who gave you a concealed thumbs up as he tried not to laugh.

Instead of finishing the conversation, she simply hurried away back to her table, embarrassed, putting on her jacket and quickly pushing her family out. Trying to hold in your laughter, you ran to the back and let another watching worker take your place.

The others on break burst into laughter when you walk in and you couldn’t help but join them. It just felt good to see rude customers get what was coming to them, even if you had to lie a little. You wiped your eyes and patted your face dry with a towel as they complimented your performance. It was unbelievable that you weren’t being cast in movies instead of working a minimum wage barista job.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re so good at that!”

“It never gets old, I swear.”

“Just don’t let the manager find out you did it again.”

That was the one problem you had with the joke. Your manager, Doyoung, was strict and held way too much pride in his direction of the café. He maybe smiled at it the first time and then warned you not to pull the act again or there would be consequences. Since then, it always had to be something just between the employees. He was friendly but took his work in the fast casual business seriously and wouldn’t hesitate to let you go if you presented any problems, and unfortunately, you needed the money.

“Well, I’m not letting him know anytime soon, so you better not either. I’m your only source of entertainment around here, anyway,” you laughed, setting down your towel.

After it was safe to go out again, you received a few comments from customers who had witnessed it. Some were apologetic, clearly those who felt sympathetic for the new worker. Others were happy to praise your acting, and the shared laughter made you forget about the possibility of getting fired for it and wondering if it was worth the effort.

It was a little while later that you noticed that Donghyuck still sat in his corner booth. It surprised you, as the boy was typically only here for an hour max to do schoolwork before heading home. To be completely honest, you were always a bit disheartened when he left. You thought you worked better when there was eye candy present, encouraging you to do your best. Not like correctly making lattes would impress him, but you get the gist. 

You memorized his order fairly quickly when he first started coming around and always tended to him with much more care than other customers. Your coworkers noticed it and teased you about it constantly - especially Jisung - but nonetheless let you have your fun.

Donghyuck was fairly talkative. Typically you would only listen half-heartedly when it came to customer conversations, but you paid full attention when he was speaking. He talked about his group of friends at school, his teachers, and sometimes you were even treated with a fun story of something that had happened recently. He was really kind and charming, not to mention that he was so cute that it made your heart hurt sometimes.

Occasionally you left a smiley face next to his name on the cup when you were feeling lucky, but not much came of it other than a small laugh, which you were still delighted to see anyway. Jisung suggested for you to write your number down a few times, but you wouldn’t be able to deal if he rejected you like that.

In other words, you had a big fat crush, and him staying later today gave you an ounce of sweet, sweet hope. 

It was close to the end of your shift when he came up to the counter. Jisung had gone to the back to get his things since the place was pretty empty, so it was just you.

He looked like he was just going to leave, with his backpack slung on his shoulder and all, but he didn’t. You tilted your head to the side as he approached the pick-up counter rather than the registers. “Not ordering?” you asked.

“No, actually,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I, uh, I just wanted to talk to you for a little.”

It was safe to say that your heart leaped from your chest. This had to be it!

“Oh, okay... well then what’s up?”

He sighed and then smiled. “That act you pulled earlier… I swear, I never get tired of it.”

You laughed in return. “Yeah, me neither… I don’t know, it’s pretty entertaining for me, too.”

“How do you do it?” he leaned in closer and lowered his voice for dramatics. “Like, you start crying on demand. It’s amazing!”

You could only shrug, trying to keep your cool as he talked. “I couldn’t tell you. I just make myself get really upset, like it’s actually my first day, and go from there. I’m no actor, but... I’d say it’s pretty convincing.”

“No, it’s definitely convincing. I think I’ve seen it happen about four times now, including today. It’s great, like you just flip a switch and boom! Oscar-winning performance.”

The two of you giggled over it, sending your heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. You couldn’t see yourself in a mirror but were sure your face was flushed red. Eventually, as the energy started to die down, he began again.

“Anyway, so I think you kinda know that I’m not just here to talk - I, I mean I like talking I just had something else to say-”

“It’s fine,” you said, grin prickling at your lips, “Don’t worry.”

He sighed, fingers entangling themselves as they rested on the counter. Donghyuck cleared his throat and then he said quickly, “This is a bit awkward and probably not the best place to ask but since I don’t know when else I could do it… would you go on a date with me sometime?” 

He waited for your response with wide eyes, chewing on his bottom lip. You were so shocked that you couldn’t get any words out. It was your dream come true, yet you were still screwing it up.

“Um, you know what, nevermind, it was stupid of me to ask and especially while you were at work-”

You waved your hand as you realized where he was going. “No, no, it’s fine! I was just surprised, that’s all!” It was especially shocking that he was so flustered. From what you had seen from him, he was calm and collected. This wasn’t smooth as you imagined, but it was incredibly endearing.

You bit your lip mischievously. “I mean… I don’t know, Donghyuck. You’re a customer. Why should I?”

Fortunately, he received your playfulness well. What you didn’t expect was for him to come back even stronger. “Well, if you want to get serious… I’ll leave a complaint that you fake cry to make annoying customers feel guilty?”

A loud, hearty laugh made its way out of your chest. “Okay, fair enough. As long as you don’t tell my manager, I’d be happy to go on a date with you.”

You gave him a cheeky wink and grabbed a notepad and a pen and started to scribble down your phone number. When you handed it to him, that adorable signature grin spread across his face.

“Okay, I’ll... call you sometime. Thanks, Y/N.”

Then he was off, out the door with a certain bounce in his step that made you giddy, too. You had to turn around, letting yourself do a little dance of joy. At that moment, Jisung came out from the back with a smug look on his face. He punched you on the shoulder lightly as he walked out behind the counter.

“Finally,” he laughed as you protested. “It’s literally been months.”

You squinted your eyes as you stared at the boy who was now cleaning up. He had been gone for quite a long period of time, and wasn’t he just getting his things? “Did you have anything to do with this?”

He just smiled to himself as he washed his hands.

“Jisung!” you whined, swatting at him. 

“Hey, hey, I only dropped some hints! Nothing explicit, it’s not like I paid him… just some hints!”

Scrunching up your nose, you crossed your arms and looked away.

“C’mon, Y/N, I’m your wing-man! You needed it and you know it.”

“Okay, maybe!” you threw your hands up in surrender. Then, in a small voice, you mumbled, “Thanks.”

But that pretty much decided it. If you could get yourself a date with the cutest boy you’ve ever seen out of it, the risk of being fired was more than worth it.

[simpleb00x]

Can you do a dean x reader with “Flowers? No one has ever bought me flowers before.” Maybe something that starts as an unrequited love — like the reader thinks/knows dean would never want her more than anything as a friend (maybe she’s curvier?) but at some point there is a shift and maybe Dean starts seeing her differently then before? THANK U!

Flowers

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1450

Requested by @polina-93

A/N: this is one of my longest fics. I know i know I don’t write very long ones. Anywas, I hope you enjoy because this was really fun to write and I’m quite proud of it!

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“Hey Dean.” I said as Dean sauntered into the kitchen. He grumbled something in response before sitting down at the table and eating the bacon I had left out for him. “This is really good by the way.” He said after a while. I laughed. “Coffee kicked in?” I asked, leaning against the counter. He nodded, his big green eyes looking right into mine before he continued to eat his breakfast. God he’s adorable.

“Me and Sammy found a hunt.” Dean told me, washing the dishes. “Oh? What is it this time?” I asked. “We think it’s a vampire nest, but we’re really not sure. That’s why I need my brother and my best friend there to help, otherwise I could totally take them on myself” He teased. The word friend hit me like a blow to the chest. I knew he didn’t feel the same way about me like I felt about him. I was his friend. His best friend. I managed to choke out a laugh though. “Oh yeah. You could. And get turned in the process.” I teased back. “Whatever.” He said, rolling his eyes. I smiled to myself, and continued helping him clean the dishes.

“All ready to go?” Dean asked me as I hopped in the backseat. “Yup.” I replied, flicking through my phone. “Huh. I have a voicemail.” I muttered. No one ever called me except for the boys and a few old hunter friends. “What!? Y/n has a voicemail? Let me see this.” Dean joked, grabbing my phone. “Dean! Give that back come on…” I said, reaching into the front seat. “Is it a guy? Oh my god y/n is it a guy?” He continued. “You can be so fucking annoying sometimes Dean.” I hissed, still trying to grab the phone. Then, he pressed play on it.

“Hey y/n. It’s um - Max. You know, from the coffee shop? I was wondering if you were still interested.. I haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks. And um - you’re just, you’re really pretty. I know I’ve been with a lot of girls in the past but damn girl you’re just so - hot. Maybe I have a thing for curves.. Anyways, just - give me a call back okay?” The phone let out a beep as the voicemail ended. Dean went quiet. “Oh. It was a guy ...” He muttered. “Yeah I.. I met him at a coffee shop when we were working that case in Ohio.” I said, finally taking my phone off Dean. He nodded and held onto the steering wheel. “Okay. Let’s go.” Sam said, hopping into the car. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Dean said quietly, starting up baby. I didn’t know what had made his mood change so suddenly. Was it the voicemail? Was he - was he jealous? No. He only thought of me as a friend. Nothing more. Right?

The drive was pretty silent until we reached the motel. I got my stuff as Dean checked in. There were two double beds, so I would have to share with one of the boys. It was usually Dean who slept in beside me. I just hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward. It was late when we got there, so we weren’t going to work tonight. In the morning, bright and early, we would start researching and investigating. I couldn’t exactly say I was excited. “Wanna head down to the bar?” Dean suggested after a while. “Yeah. I need a drink.” Sam said. Dean looked surprised. “I’ll come as well.” I agreed. I waited for the ‘that’s what she said’ joke but Dean never said it. Weird.

We went downstairs to the busy bar. Sam found us a table in the corner of the room and got us three beers. “Hey y/n. A game of pool?” Dean asked. I nodded and he smiled. “I’ll totally win this time.” Dean told me. “Yeah yeah sure. I might let you win.” I said giving him a nudge in the ribs. “Oh it’s on sweetheart.” He said, grabbing a cue stick. I got butterflies in my stomach whenever he said that word. Sweetheart. It rolled off his tongue like it was the most casual thing in the world. Like it wasn’t making my head all fuzzy and my palms sweaty. I was like a lovesick teenager all over again.

“You beat me. Again. I swear it’s witchcraft.” Dean said after about twenty five minutes of us playing. The atmosphere of the bar made me competitive, and I was just after about three drinks. I was always known as a lightweight. “Wow. That was impressive.” A stranger said. He was about the same height as Dean and had black hair that was gelled to the side. He had piercing blue eyes and was in a suit. Clearly an office worker. I gave Dean a look but his attention was focused on the man. He was tensed up, jaw clenched and all.

“Yeah. My y/n is quite the pool player.” Dean said gruffly. “Your y/n? You guys together?” The stranger smirked, taking a sip out of a beer bottle. He looked wasted. “No not exactly. We’re friends.” I said. “Oh? So you wouldn’t mind if I-,” He took a few steps closer to me before Dean cut in front of me. “Listen. I came here with that girl tonight and I’m leaving with that girl tonight. So you better back the hell off okay?” He growled. I felt my cheeks go red with embarrassment. People were staring and whispering. The stranger didn’t seem to notice. He scoffed and leaned back. “Your funeral buddy. There’s way more skinnier chicks here that would gladly -,” He was cut off by Dean ramming his fist into the guys jaw. Knocking him backwards. “Dean!” I shouted, pawing at his arm. “Stop Dean. Stop.” I said.

“Yeah. You should listen to your girlfriend.” The guy muttered. Dean raised his fist again and the guy shrunk backwards. The owner of the bar came bursting through the staff door. “Hey! You two! Out!” He shouted, pointing a towel at me and Dean. “But I-,” Dean started. “Don’t. Come on let’s go.” I whispered. If I wasn’t embarrassed before, I sure was now. We had made such a scene in the bar, I just wanted to leave.

“Can you believe that son of a bitch? Saying all those things.. I should have ended him! Right there!” Dean was still angry when we got up to our room. I stayed quiet and just sat on my bed. Maybe the guy was right. There were so many skinny, pretty girls out there who wanted Dean. He’d be an idiot to pick me over them. “Y/n? You okay?” He said softly. I looked at him and nodded, he wasn’t mad anymore. I think the realisation of what he did and how stupid it was had just set in. “Shit y/n i’m sorry I didn’t mean to -,” I cut him off. “It’s fine. I’m just tired.” I muttered.

The next morning Dean was up early. Earlier than me or Sam. I had a terrible night's sleep, I shared the bed with Sam instead and he wasn’t as comfortable as Dean. When I went out to baby to start investigating, Dean was there, a massive bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Whats this?” I asked. Dean had a massive grin on his face as he held them out to me. “They’re for you.” He said. “As an apology for last night.” I looked at him in awe before taking them. “Flowers? No one has ever bought me flowers before.” I said. “Thank you Dean.” He grinned even larger. “Of course. But I ask one thing in return.” He said. I furrowed my brow. “What?” I asked.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his hand cupping my cheek. I was still first. I couldn’t really process what was going on. But soon I found myself kissing back, dropping the flowers and resting my hands behind his neck. I broke away after a few seconds, staring into his eyes. “See? Now you really are my y/n.” He muttered. I smiled and he kissed my forehead. “You guys are gross. When are we leaving?” Sam asked from behind me. I leapt out of Dean’s arms and turned around. “I - um…” I stuttered. Dean chuckled. “You go ahead Sammy. I think me and y/n still have something to finish up in the room.” He said giving me a wink.

[myheroaizawashota]

[nice to see tumblr is still coding my draft box in HTML code no matter what I try to do to fix it 😑 however this is a fair request since I did leave the blood bending one shot on a bit of a cliff hanger I’d be happy to write the conversation between yagi and his SO! Definitely read the first if you haven’t! Also the next few post will be Toshinori and hizashi relates becuase those boys need some love on the blog! @jinxpikachu

You almost dreaded the walk back to your shared home. The way toshinori looked at you after his fight, it broke your heart to bits. You could see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes as he walked, his body closed off from yours. He’d been honest with you about everything in his life. His past, his present....even the knowledge of his quirk was divulged to you. He trusted you more than you ever were able to trust him, and that was a bitter truth to swallow. It was never your intention to hurt the pro hero, but you didn’t know how to explain yourself. The fear in his eyes as he witnessed you reduce the man on that battle field to a puddle of sobs...it crushed your spirits. It was the reason you’d never told him. Having him gawk at you the way he did, to look at you as if you were dangerous, it was too much to handle.

Gently pushing open the door, guiding the other in, you turned the living room lights on. As a series of violent coughs tore through the meek and frail mans body, you couldn’t help but flinch, listening as he gasped for breath. “How could you not tell me?”

His tone was venomous, almost terrifying to hear. Swallowing the lump that formed in your chest you moved to guide his body to your shared couch, fingers delicately walking over the scrapes and cuts the other wore shamefully. You dodged his question instead choosing to draw the focus to his wounds. “Stay here let me go get the medical kit...your injuries aren’t deep I should be able to fix them mysel-“

“Forget about that right now Y/N alright? Just....why didn’t you tell me the god damn truth?....I’ve trusted you with every secret I’ve ever had, down to the very core of who I am...and you couldn’t even be bothered to tell me the truth about your quirk? Why?” He demanded to know, cutting off your words. His tone were serious and commanding, and the blue glow from those hollowed eyes of his shook your body. You didn’t know how to explain yourself, what were you even going to say to him about the situation anywa. You knew insecurity isn’t a valid reason to lie, if anything it’s just a cowards way out of a situation.

Desperate to change the topic, you couldn’t help but cringe as the other coughed once more, the sight of his red stained palms alarming you. “Please let me care for your wounds, then I promise you, I’ll explain everything.”

Weakened by the worry in your eyes, toshinori gave a soft sigh. He had to admit, he was in an immense amount of pain, and while the pain of his wounds hurt, the pain of your lies cut deeper. With his eyes drawn on the speckles of red in his palm, he nodded once agreeing to let you doctor his injuries. As you quickly worked to calm and clean his body of scrapes and cuts, your eyes couldn’t help but cast anywhere but his. You truthfully were ashamed to look his way, though you knew you couldn’t lie to the man anymore he deserves to know the truth. “I didn’t tell you about my quirk becuase of my own insecurities. I know you of all people would understand being insecure but...I hate my quirk, I don’t like to even acknowledge it as my own. Do you know how hard I’ve worked to pretend I’m normal? I hate that this evil villainous quirk lays dormant inside or me. I could kill a man with my eyes....i could end his life just with the glance of my eyes, and that terrifies me. I don’t want to hurt anyone! I’m afraid of my own quirk Toshinori. It’s not that I didn’t tell you out of lack of trust, I didn’t tell you because I am afraid of who I am...and I’m afraid...” your breath hitched in your throat, as your fingers wound tighter around the bottle of cleaning alcohol in your hands. “I-I am afraid you’ll fear me too.” Tears began to stream down your cheeks, they rolling down one after the other almost frantic. You tried for so many years to hide who you were, to pretend your quirk was nothing. “The only reason I used my quirk against that villain was because I couldn’t stand the thought of loosing you for a second! I saw the intent to kill in that mans eyes! He held no quarries about extinguishing your life, and you were in no shape able to stop him”

Your body racked with sobs as your hands, unable to hold steady anymore, dropped the first aid products they were holding. Immediately your hands flew to hide your face, turning your body away form the man in front of you. “Toshinori...I’m-“

“Don’t. Don’t say sorry...” he sighed stopping your words before they could fall. With a grunt the rail thin male stood to his feet, his hands coming to cup against your cheek. All this time he assumed you were weak and quirkless, that you were the one in this relationship that needed to be protected. He was beyond wrong. Moving to brush his thumbs against the undersides of your eyes, his finger whisking away your tears, he pulled his forehead right against his. “You can’t be sorry for saving me. You’re right. I didn’t have the strength to stop that villain. If you hadn’t stopped him when you did, I’d be a goner love. Now I’m not entirely fond of the fact you lied to me all this time...but you’re right...hell. I understand being ashamed of yourself and being afraid to show who you are....but Y/N your quirk isn’t evil. You did something amazing tonight. I’m not gonna lie, I was a little thrown off guard to see you take that man down with a look of your eyes, and the flick of your wrist...but I’m not afraid of you.” He whispered, bone thin lips pressing against the edges of your mouth. “Just, swear you won’t keep any big secrets like this from me anymore okay?”

You couldn’t help the way your body collapsed against his, your hands balling at the back of his shirt as you blubbered. Of course this man would be the most understanding person this world had ever been blessed with. Some days you didn’t feel worthy of a man like him. Giving a soft groan when your grip became tighter, toshinori let his hand rest on your shoulder, he forming a distance between the two of you. “Easy dear. I’m still pretty banged up” he chuckled, those oversized palms of his rubbing circles into your shoulders. “You are so much more than just your quirk Y/N. I could never stop loving you over something so surface level. You’re amazing, strong, talented, beautiful....you’re everything I don’t deserve, especially looking like this. I know a thing or two about being insecure about yourself, youre right about that, but the only reason I’m the slightest bit comfortable with who I am these days is because I’ve got you by my side.” He murmured, lips searching to consume yours, he holding back the cough threatening his chest.

You were moved to bits by the mans words. Happily you leaned yourself into his mouth, your body melting into the kiss almost forgetting the others fragile and injured state. It wasn’t until he pulled back to let the cough he’d been holding free, that you remembered his need for medical attention. Running a your index finger along both the water lines of both of your eyes, you took a deep breath moving to examine his body. “I promise you I will never keep another secret from you Toshinori. Let’s get you fixed”

The ghostly hero, hummed with a singular nod. No more secrets. That was a good thing to know. It felt right thst the two of you were honest about everything you had to offer. For the rest of the night both you and Toshinori spent the time discussing your quirk and how it worked. You felt less self conscious about it, knowing that the man you loved took fascination and interest in who you were instead of making you feel invalid or dangerous. You were truly lucky to have such an understanding man in your hands.

[cancerianprincess]

Birkin Bag (2)

|Part One|

Summary: Erik finds out he might’ve rubbed off on his best friend a tad too much and that she’s really with the shits

Warning: Language, Angst, Kidnap Mention(s), Mild Violence

Quick A/N: Didn’t plan on doing an OC, but still wanted ‘Reader’ to have a name, so you are Aniya, Aniya is you, & that’s “Y/N” for the series. That cool? Everybody got it? Aight bet 🙂👍🏾

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“I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fucking strap..”

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“It’s been two days now, can’t we just kill him already?”

“No, stupid! Do you want to start an international incident?”

Erik could only roll his eyes at the bickering taking place in front of him. They couldn’t have possibly been professionals, because professionals never discussed business around their captive, or argue, to put it more accurately. Still, they weren’t totally inexperienced either, and that’s probably what pissed him off the most about this situation.

“Man whatever, I’m tired of this ‘being patient’ shit.”

“Well that’s what yo’ ass get for giving him the wrong injection! Ain’t nobody fault but yours he was out for a day and a half, we coulda been got somewhere with the operation.”

Him of all people, Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens, Prince N’Jadaka of Wakanda, had been taken down in his own home. And even if it was late when he got home from the range with Aniya, he still should’ve sensed them from a mile away. Though he couldn’t be too hard on himself, because thanks to the big, burly, Harambe looking nigga in the corner, he had given him a run for his money in that fight. That dude was damn near bigger than M’Baku!

“Fuck the plan, I’m bout to just shoot this nigga right now.”

“Tee, put the gun away. What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand?”

Nevertheless, now wasn’t the time to think about that. Before the vaguely familiar woman could put a cap is his ass, Erik needed to concentrate on how to escape without breaking the promise to his aunt and cousins that he’d never go on another psychotic murderous rampage ever again.

“Please? Just one to the shoulder, that’s all I’m asking.” But Harambe wouldn’t give in to the whining.

“You heard what the man said, we gotta wait til she notices he’s really missing.”

His brain had been multitasking the entire time, dually focused on both the conversation and breaking free of his restraints, but when the word ‘she’ hit Erik’s ears, he only had to ponder for half a minute until it registered. There was only one female he was tight with that would think to immediately come to his aid in circumstances such as these.

‘It’s a trap.’

Alarm rapidly grew in the pit of Erik’s stomach, but he refused to let it show. He wasn’t sure how to make it happen, but if there was any chance to prevent Aniya from getting hurt, he would have to play it cool in trying to get the two captors to accidentally disclose pieces of their strategy to him.

“Aye...Aye!”

They turned around at his second shout, realizing that Erik was actually speaking to them now.

“Look, Jay, he’s finally talking to us,” the girl cooed, pretending to be honored. Her partner whipped to peer at her with a hint of panic. “How the hell you gon’ just throw my name out there like that, Tracee?”

She simply scoffed. “Bruh, you literally did the same thing to me, like just then.”

“And?” Jay shot back. “He been awake for a good minute now. Ain’t no telling what he already done heard.”

“Exactly. So stop bitching, aight? He gone be dead soon anywa-”

Erik cut into their dispute with an intentionally exaggerated laugh, which gave him precisely what he wanted.

“Yo, y’all funny,” he joked, drinking in their irritation expressions. Time to follow his asshole side with the playboy act. “Listen, y’all two real cute and allat, but say shawty, why don’t leave ol’ Magilla Gorilla over there alone and come talk to a real man?”

Tracee’s face fell blank for a second or two before brandishing a wicked grin that was semi-genuine. She retrieved something from the table they were working at and began stalking her way over to the chair Erik was strapped to.

“Yeah, gone head and cut me out these ropes, ma.”

He didn’t really except her to comply that easily, but if she got close enough, one good head butt would do the trick. All he’d have to then was get loose, grab the gun from her hip, and tag Big Boy one good time so he could dip.

But unfortunately for Erik, the woman advancing on him wasn’t about to let that happen in the slightest. Tracee knew if anything could weaken her prey, it was the file she held in her hand. Which is precisely why she threw it open in Erik’s lap after drawing her weapon, placing it to his temple. She nudged him with the barrel, silently prompting him to take a look at it.

“You know if I were you, I’d shut my mouth and open my eyes instead,” she purred. “Save as much energy as possible.”

Erik bore his daggers at her for another moment, but reluctantly did as he was told and inspected the image lying on the very top of the pile of paper.

“Because that smooth talking ain’t gonna get you far with me,” Tracee continued, her voice growing darker with each word she spoke. “Unlike it did with my sister, sadly.”

That’s when any sort of guard Erik had up began crumbling away.

He thought he recognized the crazy bitch towering over him, and when his gaze fell on the name at the top of the folder, he knew exactly how he knew her. Through clenched teeth Erik asked her, “‘The fuck is this?” His voice was low but the bass in it caused his barely audible question to be heard. Tracee responded with malicious snickering rather than an actual answer as she backed away from him slowly. Erik repeated himself again, only this time he roared it, finally tearing away from the black and white photo that was now burned into his memory.

Still the woman said nothing, merely flickered her eyes to a spot behind Erik to glance at the source that would rebuttal in her place.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to, homie.”

It was a third voice that Erik had yet to hear since waking up in the foreign location, but before he was even able to identify it the third stranger struck him with something blunt, delivering a hard blow that knocked Erik out cold.

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You felt something was up by the third day. Erik never missed a chance to taste your mom’s cooking, except for the rare cases when he was otherwise occupied. Even in those instances, he would always ask you to snag him a to-go plate to retrieve later on. So when he never showed up for dinner that Sunday afternoon without a heads up, it had been icing on the cake.

Granted, it wasn’t like the two of you constantly stayed up each other’s asses and talked every single day, but 72 hours of complete radio silence? No texts, no call, no stupid Snapchat, absolutely nothing. There hadn’t even been one single funny tweet sent to your DM’s and it just didn’t seem right. Plus, Erik’s fatass never turned down some good soul food, so after lumping two and two together, your better judgement was done taking the back seat. Something was definitely wrong.

“Your boyfriend not coming for dinner today, Aniya?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, Ma,” you said, rolling your eyes at her obvious teasing. She merely smirked, thinking otherwise by how frequently you were checking your phone. You fed her the first sensible excuse that came to mind as an attempt to downplay it.

“The center has some kind of conference or something coming up, so they probably had Erik on call for the prep work. But because you’re so worried about him, I’ll go fix him a plate since he’s your ‘favorite child.’”

That had been several hours ago, the recent memory playing back of you ambling into the kitchen to mask your jittering leg. Now you were hurrying towards Erik’s front door, having practically sped over to his apartment the minute you reached your car. But after making the walk from the elevator, your hand stopped short of knocking, eyes alert once spotting that the door was already hanging open slightly. You inched it open a little further, tapping twice with your knuckles just in case anyone was still inside.

“Erik,” you called out. “Yo, you in here?”

No answer came so you proceeded to investigate with caution, but instantly felt a wave of queasiness bud in your stomach due to what you saw next.

Nearly everything in the main room of the two-bedroom had been trashed. The couch was slanted at an odd angle, no longer in its designated place, while both armchairs had been overturned on their sides. Shards of what used to be the glass coffee table laid scattered across the living room floor along with all the items it once held. There was even a rather large hole in the wall closest to the hallway. All clear signs that there’d been a struggle or fight of some kind.

As soon as shock loosened its grip on your body, panic took over and sent you searching through each section of the apartment, yelling for Erik the whole way. Your feet raced from room to room, your mind going twice as fast trying to piece together what could’ve possibly happened. None of them appeared to have been damaged; the kitchen, bathroom, home office, and Erik’s room all remained untouched, but unfortunately empty as well.

Returning to the starting point of your search, anxiety continued to flow through you as you placed your hands on your head, thoughts bouncing around like rapid fire.

“Who would attack Erik? And in his own house, at that? I mean, sure he’s done his fair share of wrong, but he’s been making up for it all since coming back from his first trip to Wakanda,” you thought.

No matter who was behind this or why, you knew you had to track them down quick before Erik relapsed back into his old ways, or worse. The list of enemies was potentially endless, with the outreach center opening and newest addition to the United Nations and all, but you figured you had to start somewhere. Right as you reached for your phone, racking your brain on where to even begin, it went off in your pocket. In fact, it buzzed continuously, signaling more than one new notification:

Unknown (3)

At first you raised a puzzled eyebrow at the screen, but given the circumstances decided to click on the messages rather swiping them away. When it opened the first thing you saw was a shared location, leaving you even more confused than just a few seconds ago. But when your gaze drifted up to the bubbles above it, confusion quickly evolved back into panic.

‘If you want your boyfriend back be at the old Stokely Warehouse by midnight. Come alone.’

The next one was even more grim than the first.

‘No cops or we put a bullet in his skull.’

You blinked at your phone several times, gradually letting your mind wrap around the seemingly unreal situation that was now at hand. You had to have been staring at it for a good bit, because you only zoned back into reality long after the device’s screen had went black.

And that’s when it all hit you like a ton of bricks.

Erik had really been taken by some mysterious ass goons.

Who had evidently been tracking his whereabouts.

Or the movements of the apartment at the very least. That had to be it, for it was the only way they could’ve known to send you the demand right then and there. And now they wanted you of all people to be the one to go and retrieve him.

But that was the question, though: why you? If it was money these people were after, you certainly didn’t have it. They should’ve hit up the Wakandan council for that; it wasn’t necessarily a secret anymore regarding their wealth, or Erik’s true identity, so demanding ransom from them would have made more sense.

None of that mattered now, though, because the bottom line was that your best friend was in danger. You registered the fact that Erik’s specific skill set would probably kick in and he’d off every last one of those dumbass bums, but instantly remembered that he was on a different path now. You were so proud of him for attempting to overcome all the traumas of his past and trying to shy away from the ‘Killmonger’ persona, and now who knew if this would trigger a setback for him? Just thinking about either dilemma and its following outcome was enough to launch your anger into overdrive.

You bolted from the loft, dialing a number while backtracking to your car. Starting the engine and reversing from the parking space in record time, you began leaving a voicemail for your boss when she didn’t answer. Not going into specifics, you simply spun a tale about some ‘family emergency’, knowing it would get you at least the next week off. That way, you’d have plenty of time to save your partner in crime and put the bitches in the dirt who’d started all this. Maybe ask questions first, if you felt like it.

But before any of that could happen, you zoomed through the night, shredding back to your place for a swift pit stop inside. Because if you were gonna do this, you would need the bag Erik had brought back for you from Wakanda.

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*Y’all I’m so sorry 😭😭 I know this one might have been a teeny bit long but it’s just how it ended up flowing but still, thanks as always for reading and sticking with it!! 💋”

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I Won’t Hate You But Oh It Stings

Warnings: Angst, so fucking cheesy, a wee bit of fluff Pairing: Sam x Reader Challenge: Ten Days of Kaleo Box Ticked: Save Yourself Word Count: 3.5k A/N: I’m actually very excited for this, I worked hard on it and it’s the longest fic I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy :) The title is inspired by a song from my favorite woman in the world (the song has nothing to do with the fic but if felt right as a title) Feedback always appreciated

She hated him. She hated him so much

How dare he? How dare he just waltz in her life and mess it all up. How dare he shake up her perfectly still waters, how dare he create tsunamis of feelings every time he was with her and then leave her with the turmoil in her stomach briefly touched but abandoned. How dare he have done this to her?

He left her hollow. There was nothing left to say, nothing left to feel, nothing left but the void that enveloped her thoughts in a swirling darkness. She was empty, void of emotions for she was left so devastated, so broken hearted that everything seemed to move around her but she was absolutely still. She was like a heavy rock in the ocean.

Bright hazel eyes filled her mind every time she thought of him, bright, safe and warm. So perfectly warm, like a big hug during a bad day. Butterscotch strands would fall in front of his prismatic eyes and my god he looked beautiful. That smile that brightened the entire room and those dimples, Jesus those dimples. Hands that were so gentle despite their size and arms strong enough to lift and break a fridge, true story.

She didn’t remember how she met him. She was a little too drunk for her memory to actually keep conversations and events fresh. The first moment her memory has collected is her dimly lit room, gentle eyes looking down at her with care and a soft fingertip brushing back her strands behind her ear.

“You’ll be okay” Those were the three words she remembers and God knows why he had said them. What she didn’t know was how often her mind would be replaying these words in situations she couldn’t even begin to imagine

You’ll be okay.

The morning after, she jerked up from her slumber, eyes blinking owlishly, head carrying a hammering pain. Any image of the man briefly passing through her thoughts convinced her he was but a dream. That’s until the feet that dragged her heavy, aching body towards her kitchen, lead her to a certain piece of paper on her counter, right next to a glass of water and a package of Advil.

Hey,

You probably don’t remember me, you drank a little too much last night, I figured you’d have a major headache right now.

No, we didn’t have sex last night but there was this big bar fight, -that might I say you kicked ASS at but that’s not the point- so I recommend icing your eye. It looked like you needed it. I just brought you home and you asked me to stay over -I didn’t-

If you need anything just call me

Sam

She flipped the page around, realizing there were digits scribbled across the page. She touched her eye in a rough movement and jumped, realizing he was right. It needed icing.

So dream man was actually real? Hm. He seemed like a really cool guy, taking care of her like that though he barely knew her and didn’t take advantage of her. Of course she doesn’t remember what she told him in her drunken state, but he was worth getting to know over a  cup of strong coffee. After the lights stopped making her suffer, that is.

It weighs heavier on one's heart I could tell right from the start that Sweeter ones are hard to come across

Somewhen mid-day, she sat on her couch, freshly showered and collected enough, Sam’s paper in her hands along with her phone. She typed in the number and contemplated on pressing the call button when she said ‘fuck it’ and threw caution to the wind. She pressed the green button and held the phone against her ear. He had already seen her drunk, how much more of a fool of herself could she have made?

Heart pumping wildly against her ribcage, she heard the faint beeping that signaled calling. She waited and waited, slowly giving up hope. She knew this was a long shot anywa-

“Hello?” a male voice rang through the phone.

“Uhm, uh…” She stared blankly across the room and pinched her leg to concentrate on her thoughts enough to speak. “Hi, uh, is this Sam?”

“It is. And you are?”

“My name is Y/n. I’m the hot mess of a girl from yesterday? Yeah” She chuckled dryly. Sam ‘oh’ed and let out a small laugh.

“Right! Hey! How’re you holding up? I didn’t think you’d actually call”

“Well I just called to say thank you. I cannot begin to imagine what my drunk ass put you through” He chuckled.

“No no, your drunk ass is actually pretty fun” he joked, making her smile

“I highly doubt that. But I’d like to repay you. Do you wanna go out for a coffee or something?” Smooth y/n. She rolled her eyes at herself.

“Uhm” Sam seemed to hesitate as a sigh rang through the phone.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I understand” She couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed by this turn of events.  She kinda really wanted to meet this guy.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just” He huffed, frustrated “Can we make it tomorrow? At 6?” he asked. She took a deep breath of relief and nodded.

“Yeah! Of course!” She vocalized her agreement, nodding eagerly.

“Great! I’ll come pick you up then?” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Sure” She grinned.

“Awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow, then”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” She bit her lip “Oh and Sam?” She asked, hoping he hadn’t hung up on her. He hummed “Thank you for everything, yesterday”

“It was nothing, really” Sam smiled, voice gentler.

“Well I gotta go right now” She stated, not very eager to leave the call “But yeah. You better be here! Six pm sharp!” She commanded playfully. Sam chuckled

“Yes ma’am!” he saluted back.

“Goodbye, Sam”

“Bye, y/n.”

And to that coffee date they went. She still can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that ever happened to her.

Well there is more than meets the eye Heart like yours is rare to find

She discovered the incredible person that Sam Winchester was. In that coffee shop they shared so many things. He was a rare human being. Gentle, caring and kind but there was an underlying ferocity and pain that was shimmering and waited for the right moment to appear. His hazel-green eyes stared into her own. His smile made the room brighter, more vivid, as if his heart was shining through. As they looked into each other she felt an instant connection between them. And for that very moment she believed that she had found a safe haven in his smile

It all started off with long stares each other and being too nervous to spark a conversation, although there was already so much going on between them without any words being said. She misses it. He didn’t know how vicious she could be and she wasn’t aware of how easily he can walk away from things. It was simply a wild attraction between two complete strangers, it was a staring contest, it was lust without the complications.

And then… then suddenly the complications sparked up. The turmoils of emotions swarmed both their bodies and hearts and minds and every time she flashed through his thoughts, his stomach clenched in the anticipation of seeing her again.

One cold, rainy night, Sam appeared on her doorstep, soaked to the bone, panting like a dog.

“Sam-?” She had no time to finish her sentence, no time to ask what’s wrong because he pulled her face in his hands and kissed her so passionately, her knees buckled. One arm wrapped around her waist to hold her up as she clung to his wet shirt, hands grabbing whatever they could find, gripping his shoulders, running up his chest and burying themselves in his hair. A pained moan shuddered through Sam, making her pull back and look at him, really look at him.

Hazel eyes lust blown but full of pain, crying for help. She held his cheeks gently, pecked his lips and wrapped him up in a hug, holding him protectively to her, like he was the purest gem she had ever encountered, like he must be protected at all costs. All fucks about her being equally soaked as him, being thrown out the window as she held him.

She guided him towards her bathroom, giving him the biggest and fluffiest towel she owned and running to her room as he entered the shower. She rummaged through her drawers and found her older brother’s sweatpants she had stolen and an oversized tee, along with some boxers she owned. She let him shower, neither of them having spoken a word from the moment he burst in. She silently entered the bathroom, while the water ran, leaving him the dry clothes and hanging the rest.

She went downstairs, made hot chocolate and ordered pizza, determined to have him stay for the night. As she wiped the counter, an excuse to keep herself busy, two arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled, dropping the rag she was holding, before she turned around in his arms and gave him a soft smile. Two fingers lifted his chin and his eyes met hers.

“Whatever is wrong,” her thumb started tracing his jaw softly “know that I won’t run,” Sam’s eyes fluttered closed, long lashes on his cheeks. “no matter how crazy, no matter how stupid you believe it is” she was whispering “I won’t run. Do you know why?” Sam shook his head, eyes still closed “Sammy, look at me” Hazel irises met hers. Her hand fully cupped his jaw. “I won’t run because I love you, Sam”

Bug-eyed and slackened mouthed, Sam stared at her, gaping. She leaned on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, mouth, travelling to his hairline, kissing him there just as protectively as she held him earlier. “I’m not forcing you to answer or say it back. Just know that I’m not going anywhere” She brushed some strands back, tucking them behind his ears. “Okay?” Sam’s eyes casted downwards, nodding, before he hugged her tightly against him, tears starting to soak her shirt

Little things that make you smile Dancing barefoot in the dark If only I had strength to change your mind Oh for what you need You will not sleep Choose your words before you speak Can you see that all you've got is time?

About half an hour later, Sam and her were cuddling on the couch, mindlessly watching a movie and munching on a pizza.

“I am sometimes scared to tell you how badly I’ve screwed up in my life.” Sam started saying. She placed the slice she was eating back in the box, licked her fingers and had her absolute, undivided attention on him “I... shake in fear that you will be disappointed in me, that you will yell at me, and, worse, that you will have to share my pain and misery.” He ran a hand through his hair, eyes anywhere but on her. “I still choose to keep many things a secret but I know that if I were to tell you, you will be disappointed; you will yell at me; you will feel the agony. And I-” he sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to keep his act together “I don’t want to disappoint you, or chase you away. Because trust me, what I’m hiding is more than what you can imagine” He started fidgeting, fingers playing with hers.

“I’ve been wanting to say this all day today, but I was afraid that it was too early. Then you said it and now i-” he sighed “I knew though. I was sure. I knew that I loved you. I love you so much and it scares the hell out of me” He looked up at her. “Cause in the world i come from, the people I love, everyone, gets hurt, dies, or worse”

“Sam” she snuggled closer to him “It doesn’t scare me” His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer to him, to make sure she was actually there. “Whatever it is that is chasing you, whatever it is I’m risking; my life, my sanity, my everything, there’s nothing and I mean nothing that can successfully  tear me away from you”

 Save yourself Oh won't you save yourself Oh darlin' save yourself for someone else Yeah, save yourself Oh darlin' save yourself Oh won't you save yourself for someone else

“Don’t” he seemed like he was in pain. Like what she had just told him dug into a wound. “Your life has potential, Y/n, you have the chance to go out there, make a life, marry someone, have kids, make a career. You shouldn’t stay with me, I’m not good for you. You have time. Precious time. The second I’m showing you what’s out there, what’s really out there, there’s no going back-”

She placed a hand on his mouth, cutting him off. “If and when I see your past, will you keep me? Will I be able to stay with you?” She asked, eyes thirsty for knowledge but not prying.

“I- I hope so” He said, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles, pulling her closer, if humanly possible.

“Want to go to bed?” She asked him. They had fallen into place so comfortably. From the moment he kissed her everything just came naturally. The affection proudly shown.

Sam nodded and pushed himself on his feet, pulling her up with him “but first, dance with me” she giggled.

“But there’s no music” She whispered, their tones lowering.

“We don’t need it” he whispered back, pulling her away from the couch and wrapping his muscular, strong arms around her. She sighed and fell against his chest, fingers tangling behind his neck. He gently swayed her around, humming and feeling content.

“I’ll go wherever you take me” She whispered and listened to his heartbeat go skyward.

Don't give in to that feeling Don't give in darkness and faith, yeah You should be safe, yeah, with someone else 

Tell your secrets to the night You do yours and I do mine So we won't have to keep them all inside

 It was around 3am when Sam shot up, screaming and soaked in sweat.

“Sam?!” She grabbed the bottled water from the nightstand, trying to hand it to him, but instead of grabbing the bottle and chugging it down, he grabbed her hand and pulled her on his lap, hugging her tightly against him, with a hand against her head. She buried her nose in his sweaty neck, tossing the closed water bottle on the bed. She hugged him back shushing him and reassuring him that she’s here and not leaving, in small fragile whispers. She peppered his neck with kisses, comforting him in any way she could until his heartbeat returned to a normal rate.

“C’mon, get up” he said, urging her to follow him “I have to show you something” He muttered

“Show me what?” She gazed at him curiously, following his demand anyways but stealing the -now dry- hoodie he had been wearing when he came in her house.

“My story”

And he did. He showed her everything. From the monsters that hide in the dark, to the dreaded November 2nd in 1983, to Stanford, Jess, his brother, his dad, his whole life. Every time she doubted the truth in his words, all she had to do was look in his eyes and see the pain. That really said something.

By the end she had no idea what to say. She hugged him, needing the comfort in the contact and recognizing the same need in him.

It was a horrible awakening. The hunting life. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, the friggin’ Devil. She definitely didn’t expect his secret to be that big but she stood by her end of the promise.  She wasn’t backing away, she was not leaving.

The following weeks were, in a lack for better words, peaceful. Sam wouldn’t admit it, in fear of it being ruined, but he relished it. The two of them were literally like matching puzzle pieces, everything falling together so comfortably, so perfectly. Like they were cut out to fit each other.

What they didn’t know, unfortunately, was that this stillness? It was the calm before the storm.

Oh, for one so pure  Can't be sold Don't let your feelings take control Hold on to the one thing he's begging for

Sam seemed so shaken up when he came home from the grocery store that day. His eyes would dart around every corner of the room, shoulders rigid and jaw clenched. He was not himself and subconsciously she knew what was coming.

She daren’t ask what was wrong, simply held his hand and gave him a look, to which he responded with a gulp and a nod.

I’m fine.

She’d be stupid or blind, or both, to believe him but she pretended to do so for the sake of respect and privacy. He was a grown-ass man, if he wanted to talk about it, he knew he could, no matter the subject.

The next day when she woke up, the other side of the bed was cold. A pit grew in her stomach. She prayed he was just off to somewhere, or just in the kitchen preparing breakfast like he would do occasionally. Of course, that wasn’t the case when she walked down the stairs. A white paper caught her eye on the counter top.

With trembling fingers, she walked towards it. Immediately, she recognized Sam’s writing. Her heart fell to her stomach, breath shortening.

Save yourself Oh won't you save yourself Go on and save yourself for someone else Yes darlin' save yourself Oh won't you save yourself So go on and save yourself for someone else

 Woah are you gonna break?(2) Woah what's it gonna take? Yeah are you gonna break? (3 Woah what's it gonna take? Yeah are you gonna break?

 Are you gonna break? Are you gonna break? 

Hey,

I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you this in person.

Dean called. Yes, my brother, the one who died and is supposed to be in the ultimate monster hell, called me yesterday. I have to find him y/n.  I have to. I know you’ll understand, you’re good like that, always have been.

There’s probably a better way to tell you but I know you’ll convince me to come along and there is no way in hell i’m letting you enter the life. Not now, not ever.

Truth is, it chases you, y/n. Hunting will find a way to reach you no matter how hard you try.  You can’t escape it, it’s hell and i’m not letting you live in it.

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I cannot forget about you, I can’t move on.  I’d promise I’ll be back but… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. I won’t fill you with false hope. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to come home to you again.  Please move on. Forget about me, save yourself. I would too if I were you.

Just know that if I don’t come back, if the world is safe, if you are safe, then it’s worth it. It’s all been worth it.

I love you y/n. I love you more than you’ll ever know.

Sam

 And so it ended the way it started. With a letter. A fucking letter.

Her heart shattered, millions of pieces scraping her insides and she was helpless.

Hushed gusts of betrayal waved through her body and it hurt. My god, it hurt so fucking bad. She would weep and cry, curled up on the floor because nothing and no one could ever provide comfort after him.

She understood. Of course she did. She’d do the same if not worse. That didn’t make the pain better.

Maybe she didn’t hate him. Maybe she just hated the fact that he left. That he left her as an empty shell. She wouldn’t hate him, but oh it stung.

She’d wait. She’d wait for as long as she had to cause from what she knew of Sam, he’d be fine. She wouldn’t save herself because there was nothing to be saved from.

You’ll be okay

And there, on the floor, tear stained, flushed cheeked and sniffly, she realized she was wearing his jumper. And somehow that brought more hope in her than anything ever before.

Are you gonna break? 

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