#congrats she is broken from embarrassment lmao

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For Chloe!

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meme || @ashortdropandasuddenstop

Cheeks burn a vibrant shade of red. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about James in a naughtier light since his blood had passed over her lips and filled her mouth. He'd saved her life. He'd kissed her.

Now, she was being pressed for details of what she thought of in the dead of night when no one could hear.

"I think about you..." she admitted, slow and careful with her words, "..I think about you ripping my blouse off and showering me in kisses...and bites." The blush bloomed from her cheeks down the length of her neck. "You bite me here," hand waved over her chest, but she refused to be so vulgar with her words, "...you squeeze me..."

[lavender-annd-lilac]

Ok…this was actually a really moving story 🥺

So in honour of that, I will try to limit myself to THREE (3) inappropriate, pointless jokes in this comment in order to preserve the ~mood.

When she returns with the flowers, he goes to pay, but she waves him off. “On the house, go and get them back, dear.”

Y’all, whenever I see a flower shop or, a carpet store or a mattress store, I am immediately suspicious. In the year 2022??? Post pandemic??? Like congrats on surviving but how does your business make a profit???

I mean, even if we take the pandemic out of the equation, you’re telling me Borders, Sears, and various other businesses that couldn’t complete with Amazon went bankrupt but Polly’s Flowers & Gifts is still going strong??? HOW? Are these stores actually a front for money laundering or something???

Bad jokes count: 1/3

😮‍💨

“It was my ma….” Bucky croaks out, knowing you are too far to hear. There he kneels, broken and sobbing

Wait why couldn’t he say this to her? Was he embarrassed? Does he think sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk is less embarrassing than telling her he was talking about his mom?

Bad jokes count: still 1/3 bc this is a genuine question not a joke 😤

It’s been a year since the two lovers split

Holy time jump batman😳… a whole year? That’s like… 7 dog years 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Bad jokes count: 2/3, or 14/21 in dog numbers

Y/n moved somewhere secluded, and she finally got her dream home surrounded by nature. She just never got her dream life.

He was broken, lost, and his nightmares had come back. The only thing was that they weren’t about Hydra and his torture. No, they were much worse.

They were about some unhinged billionaire buying twitter and making everything worse for everyone 😬

Bad jokes count: 2.5/3 (I’m only counting this as half a joke bc it’s half joke, and half commentary on current events)

“I can’t live without you, so I stopped living altogether.”

I’m stuck with the memory of me saying goodbye, and I regret it so much.” More tears fall from their eyes, “c–can you forgive me?” 

These idiots are going to be so dehydrated at the end of this I can just tell 😩

Bad jokes count: still 2.5/3 bc this is not a joke, it’s my medical opinion as an unlicensed medical professional

“But if you ever hurt me again, no one will ever find your body. Understand?” 

Wow, I can tell she means business bc there’s only one fail safe way to dispose of a body without leaving any evidence behind.

Bad joke count: 3/3 (it only counts as 0.5 bc the joke is not explicitly stated, but implied through the use of the Hannibal gif)

Whilst they make their way to the bedroom, Sam smiles and turns RedWing around. “Finally.”

The true hero of this story 🥹

Wheeeeeew that was an emotional read 🥺

the time jump really got me tbh bc I was not expecting them to suffer for that long lmao.

Also, if u had asked me to guess who u would choose to fill in the blank for “why can’t u be more like…” I prob would have guessed Steve lol but your idea was better 😂😂😂

and yeah, I may have ruined the vibe a bit with some bad jokes but guess what? It’s not a crime to be funny 😤 nor is it a crime to fail at being funny! So either way, I have done nothing wrong in my life, ever 🙃

𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞

okay so, a lot of you wanted a part 2 and I hope it's good. this did make me tear up again.

part 1

summary - bucky came back and it was one hell of a rollercoaster ride.

warning - angst, fluff and some swearing.

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bucky wakes with a gasp. The feeling of cold water being dumped on him brings him out of his nightmare. He turns his head and glares, only to be met with a pair of brown eyes glaring back at him. Bucky angrily swipes his hand down his face to collect the dripping liquid, “what the hell?!”

“I should’ve done worse with how badly you treated Y/n.” Sam walks over and begins to pick up the mess that litters the place, “I mean, you also treated everyone else like complete shit, but man. You just had to break the one girl completely in love with you.”

A frown appears on Bucky’s face, his brows furrowing as he tries to recall everything that happened. “What do you mean? Wait… Where’s Y/n?” He quickly stands and looks through the apartment, noticing that all her things are gone. He storms toward Sam, grabbing the collar of his shirt and lifting him. “Where the fuck is she?! What the fuck do you mean I broke her?!” 

“You don’t remember?” Sam grunts as he’s dropped, looking up at an equally confused Bucky. “So, you don’t recall treating your girl like shit, telling her that you’ve basically fucked someone else, treating the rest of your friends and me like shit and then nearly being taken out by a S.W.A.T team because you went full winter soldier?” Sam watches the lost man shake his head, saddened by the news given to him.

“I–I did all that? How?” Tears begin to fill Bucky’s eyes as everything returns to him, his heart breaking as he remembers the heartbroken look on your face. A soft no falls from his lips. He flinches when he feels Sam pat his shoulder, “where is she?” Bucky's blue eyes meet Sam’s brown ones, needing to find his girl and beg for her forgiveness.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He gulps when Bucky glares, “fine. She’s currently out with someone. First date kinda thing.” Sam quickly steps back when Bucky’s nostrils flare, his hands going up. “You’ve been out a month, man. She finally glued back together her heart, so give her a break.” Bucky shakes his head and leaves, not before getting the address and hopping on his motorbike.

When Bucky arrives at the restaurant, he quickly hops off his bike and rushes to the building but stops when he catches sight of Y/n. There she was, sitting across from an unknown man, looking gorgeous as ever. Bucky sighs and hangs his head as he realises how much he’d screwed up.

He turns and starts to walk back to his bike when the pretty colours of a flower shop catches his attention. His sad blue eyes stare at the small shop for a few seconds before deciding to head over and get Y/n some flowers. When he enters the store, it makes his heart hurt more when Bucky realises he stopped getting his girl flowers, stopped showing her attention, and it was never her that was the problem. It was him. Bucky hates himself for what he did and wishes he was strong enough to break out of the mind control.

He’s broken out of his thoughts when a little old lady touches his arm, “are you okay, dear? Are you looking for something specific?” Bucky looks at the small woman and slowly nods, muttering something about a mixture of flowers that have a meaning of love and apology. She nods before waddling somewhere and preparing the flowers for him. Bucky’s too lost in his mind to start a conversation. When she returns with the flowers, he goes to pay, but she waves him off. “On the house, go and get them back, dear.” He thanked her before walking out of the building, sneakily leaving a large amount of money under a flower pot.

When Bucky exits the shop, Y/n exits the restaurant with a sad and broken expression. No one knows why, but at that moment, the two looked up, their eyes connecting, causing a spark to shoot through the air. Slowly they begin to move toward each other, both cautious as their hearts beat fast.

A shaky breath leaves them as they get close, and Bucky gulps as his mouth begins to dry. “I–I’m sorry… I don’t know what happened, and I just came back today and found out I hurt you.” Tears form in their eyes as Bucky continues to ramble on, sobs leaking out of his throat. Feeling his world falling apart, his hand slowly thrusts out as he hands the flowers to you. “I… I remembered that I used to bring you flowers all the time and then suddenly stopped, and I don’t know why?” He looks at Y/n like a kicked puppy, not knowing how to fix this.

Y/n takes a few deep breaths, and her eyes solemnly focus on the bouquet in her hands. Tears are brought to her eyes when she thinks back to the happier times when Bucky would come home with the biggest smile, no matter how bad the mission went. He’d come over and smother her in love. He’d always lighten up the home with a mixture of flowers, chocolates and loving words. But then he went on this one mission and never returned the same. The fights started, with no loving words, no flowers or chocolates. The house became cold and dark, leaving an angry super soldier and a broken woman to try and live with each other.

She looks up and stares into Bucky’s broken gaze, “I remember when I met you.” She takes a shaky breath, “it was so clear you were the only one for me.” A tear falls, and Bucky’s fingers twitch as they itch to wipe it away and hold her. “But I wasn’t the only one for you, and that hurts” Bucky shakes his head rapidly, his mouth opening and closing, and his breath hitches.

“No, doll. No, you were always the only one for me. I never.” He falls to the ground, the gravel digging into his knees as he begins to sob. “I never cheated. Please believe me. I would never want anyone else other than you!” His metal and flesh arms wrap around Y/n’s lower half, his face digging into her stomach as he weeps. “I–I don’t know why those words came out, I don’t know why I was so harsh, but when I woke and felt like myself, I felt so lost and broken when I found out you were gone.” A louder sob leaves Bucky when Y/n’s hand comes down and rests on his head, her fingers running through his hair as she tries to calm him. “P–please give me a chance, please.”

Y/n looks up, her vision blurry as she tries to control her breathing. She still loves him. Of course, she did. He was her soulmate, the man she wanted to grow old with, to have kids and grandkids with. She was left so broken when he came home that day, more broken when she never got a proper goodbye, but now she has that choice to go or stay. “I–” Y/n gulps, not knowing if she wants the truth, but she has to have it for the decision to be made. “I need to know who you were thinking of that night….” 

Bucky looks up, confused, tears still in his eyes. “What do you mean?” 

Y/n takes a deep breath, “Y–you said I should be more like someone… But you never finished. Who should I be more like, James? If you weren’t cheating, then why bring it up?” Their eyes are locked with one another, Bucky's eyes close as the words hit him full force, and he shakes his head.

“I–it’s hard to explain….” His heart hurts more when you speak his given name.

“No, it’s not, James. You either tell me, or this is goodbye. I will disappear, and you will never be able to find me.” Y/n breathes out, her chest tightening at the thought of saying goodbye to him forever. 

Bucky looks down in defeat. The woman he was talking about flashes through his mind. He shakes his head, not wanting to say it out loud. “I–I can’t, please, doll. I never cheated. Please believe me.” He looks into Y/n’s eyes, pleading with her as he can feel and see Y/n start to pull away.

“Okay, well…” Y/n strokes his cheek, a tear falling from both their eyes, “I guess this is goodbye.” She kneels in front of him, both hands holding his cheeks as they keep the sobs from leaving their lips. Pleas fall from Bucky’s lips, needing her to understand and listen. Y/n leans forward and places a soft kiss against his lips. “I will always love you, Bucky. I hope you find happiness.” And with that, Y/n stands before slowly walking off, sobs leaving her as she leaves her broken heart behind with the man she loves.

“It was my ma….” Bucky croaks out, knowing you are too far to hear. There he kneels, broken and sobbing, as he feels his heart rip out of his chest and follow his girl. 

It’s been a year since the two lovers split, having said their last goodbye in the middle of the street. 

Y/n moved somewhere secluded, and she finally got her dream home surrounded by nature. She just never got her dream life.

Bucky stayed. If alcohol affected him, then he’d be dead. He was broken, lost, and his nightmares had come back. The only thing was that they weren’t about Hydra and his torture. No, they were much worse. It was a repeat of everything he had done and said to you that day and more, and it kept changing. Every time he closed his eyes, the nightmares would be different yet the same.

Sam couldn’t watch this anymore. Today he decided to barge into the sad excuse of Bucky's apartment and force him to get up and shower. “What the hell? Go away! Let me whither away in peace!” Sam ignores Bucky's grumbling as he grabs clothes and forces the older man to put them on once he’s out of the shower.

“You're going to suck it up, stop being a miserable old man and go get your girl.” Sam scribbles down Y/n’s address, knowing she’s as lost without Bucky as he is without her.

“She doesn’t want to see me, I fucked up, and there’s no going back.” Bucky grunts as he pulls his shirt on, groaning when Sam shoves the paper into his chest before dragging him to the door and practically pushing him out.

“Go and get her or I will rip your metal arm off and whack you with it.” 

Bucky takes a deep breath as the door slams in his face, looking down at the piece of paper. He feels a slither of hope enter him, and Bucky decides to give it one last try because you are his world, and he simply can’t let you go. He quickly jogs down to where his motorbike sits and hops on, the rev of the engine filling the streets as he zooms off.

When Bucky arrived at the address and got off his motorbike, he had to pause when he saw the house. His breath hitches and tears are brought to his eyes when he realises it’s the house the two of you planned to build. He slowly walks toward the front door by stepping on the cutest little stone path. He lifts his hand to knock when he reaches the door but pauses.

He hesitates as he doesn’t want to intrude, but before he can think to turn away, the door swings open and on the other side is Y/n, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling. “What? How?” Her eyes drift to his bike and then to his eyes.

“I recognised the sound of your bike….” The tension in the air felt awkward, neither of them knowing what to do. Bucky is about to open his mouth and say he’ll go, but Y/n cuts him off. “Come in” She moves to the side, opening the door wider as he slowly steps in.

Y/n walks over to the table and places the cup of hot coffee in front of Bucky before taking a seat across from him with her cup, and her eyes are focused on how broken and tired he looks. “Oh, Bucky, you haven’t been taking care of yourself, have you?” 

Bucky looks down ashamed, not noticing the small woman get up until she kneels before him. His dull blue eyes lock onto hers, the spark lighting up again. “Why not? This isn’t good for you.” A sigh of relief leaves his lips when her soft hands rest on his cheeks. 

“I can’t live without you, so I stopped living altogether.” He shrugs like it meant nothing, this year had been a nightmare for the both of them, yet their hearts and souls still yearned for each other.

A gasp slips Y/n’s lips, and her thumb wipes away the tears falling from his eyes. “...I couldn’t live without you either” She takes a shaky breath before continuing, “living in our dream house has been a nightmare. I keep thinking that you’d come home and greet me with flowers, but I’m stuck with the memory of me saying goodbye, and I regret it so much.” More tears fall from their eyes, “c–can you forgive me?” 

Bucky's brows furrow, confused as to why you needed forgiveness when it was his fault, to begin with. His mouth opens and closes before finally settling on the one thing you need to hear. “It was my ma… When I brought up another woman, it was her. Something brought her up while I was in that state, and I missed her. I was never seeing someone else. I would never do that to you.”

A squeak of surprise escapes his mouth as he’s tackled. Y/n’s lips connect with Bucky’s. Their lips move together slowly, and her hands move to his hair as he moves to grab Y/n’s face. The two lovers feel their souls begin to connect again. Stitching together and becoming one. Bucky leans forward, kissing Y/n deeper and full of passion before they pull back to catch a breath.

He rests his forehead against hers, “I love you so much, doll and if you’ll have me. I want to bring our dream to life.” 

Y/n nods, pulling back and staring Bucky deep into his beautiful blue eyes, her hands still tangled in his hair as she strokes it. “I think we both suffered long enough.” Her hand slowly moves down and cups his cheeks. She leans forward and pecks his lips softly. “I love you so much too.” Y/n squishes his cheeks slightly while staring into his eyes. “But if you ever hurt me again, no one will ever find your body. Understand?” 

Bucky’s eyes widen as he nods, pecking her lips repeatedly and repeating that he’d never hurt her again. Y/n stands and holds her hands out, “now come on. You look like you need some sleep.”

Whilst they make their way to the bedroom, Sam smiles and turns RedWing around. “Finally.”

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You're the Reason I Believe in Fate, You're My Paradise

features: satoru gojo x f!reader

type of writing: headcanons

trope: friends to lovers, domestic au, college au (so suguru is not evil in this case)

warnings: little bit of angst here and there, but majorly fluff

song: infinity - jaymes young | wc: 1571

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prompt: “I don't know how to fix a broken heart, but we could learn together.”- @sleepyprompts

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headcanons under the cut <3

gojo is really one of the best friends you could ever have.

he's someone who'd be playful with you, cracking jokes, pulling pranks, all that.

however, whenever someone mocked you or made you feel uneasy, he would glare into their eyes, as if he were peering into their soul.

he'd punch the living daylights out of them, risking suspension from school, just because he cares for you.

from trivial matters to one time when one of you pushed the other into a puddle in the rain, you would be arguing over a variety of things.

but, you two loved recommending music to each other so much, that you’d make spotify playlists for each other.

also, the way you two would first meet would basically be a meet-cute.

however, come college, and you start seeing gojo to be jealous if you hung out with anyone other than him, not in a toxic way of course, but still.

he sucks at hiding his feelings, but does so only to see you happy (if you’re dating other guys)

if you'd have broken up with your exes, gojo would not scold you, or tell you, “i told you so.”  rather, he’d sit with you while you’re crying, caress your shoulders and back to alleviate your tears, and hug you whenever you crave for physical intimacy.

consider this situation: when you first meet as kids at a candy store, you were eyeing this particular (favorite flavor) mochi, which turns out, to be something that a certain grey-haired cerulean-eyed boy wanted as well, as you gazed through the corners of your eyes.

while you were about to take a step back and are about to look into other sweets, that boy stops you with the said mochi box in hand.

your (e/c) orbs stare into his eyes as he throws this charming smile at you, saying, “it’s okay, you can take it. there are other boxes anyway,” and pointing you to the freezer where there were other boxes too.

a faint chuckle escapes your lips, and you place your hand on your forehead as you felt slightly embarrassed by this encounter, when suddenly, he puts out his hand and says, “hi, i'm satoru gojo.”

you smile back and shake hands with him, saying, “i'm (y/n) (l/n), i've probably heard of your name somewhere.”

he then asks you which school you go to because he noticed you two had similar uniforms, and there was something about you that made him feel slightly more at ease with you, than with his family. he wants to know everything about you, but he wants to be sure.

you then tell him, “it doesn't matter where i go, but if it makes you feel better, i'm at (school name) and i plan to go to tokyo jujutsu university someday.”

this causes his eyes to sparkle and while both of them buy their mochi and start eating, they talk about the university and how they wanted to go, what courses you both wanted to choose, everything under the sun.

a few years later, when you're in high school and more close than ever, you noticed gojo was more rebellious, carefree, would play truant from school, was a notorious prankster, and was always stressed by assignments due, whereas you thrived on deadlines.

so, he’d knock on your door, with you answering. with drooping shoulders, he’d reply, “(y/n)-chaaaan, i need your help in this homework,” causing her to roll her eyes and reply, “again?”

you were about to say no, like all the times he’d approach you for your homework, but he always lured you with something sweet to get things done.

sometimes, it was teaching him how to solve problems; allowing him to copy your assignment with changes here and there because he knew all the answers, but needed a little push; sometimes, he was lazy, hanging out and playing pranks on classmates and teachers with his other closest friend, suguru geto, and she'd write his homework for him. but nevertheless, you adored him.

he made you feel comfortable and gave you space, while you let him be free in his thinking, mannerisms, and way of experiencing life.

this caused him, shoko ieiri, and suguru, to form a group with you and all four of you ended up chilling together.

then, as you four end up in college, things took a rather interesting turn.

you had started to date toji fushiguro, the quarterback of the star vessel university, which were rivals to tokyo jujutsu university. you weren't able to sense an iota of jealousy from the quarterback of the team, but behind your back, he’d be seething with rage.

you see, he has a long history of rivalry with toji, so when toji chose to come after you, he became really possessive of you, causing you to fight and not talk to each other for days.

however, one rainy day, you knock on his door. when he opened it, he saw you shivering in the rain, sobbing profusely.

ignoring the last argument you two had, he took you in, wrapped a towel around you, helped you dry yourself, made cups of hot chocolate for both of you, and you two sat, and talked.

“satoru,” you sniffle while sipping on the hot chocolate, “i’m so sorry satoru, I should’ve listened to you-” 

the cerulean-eyed boy interrupted you by engulfing you into an embrace, shushing you and comforting you, softly speaking, “(y/n)-chan, it’s okay. i’m here.”

he understood without saying a word that toji broke your heart, and while he secretly thought of beating him up the next day, for now, you were his main priority.

the next couple of hours went by so quickly, with you venting out about everything, and with him cheering you up by some of the funniest incidents he experienced.

as you two laughed, you unconsciously placed your hand on his thigh, and looked into his eyes, not uttering a word, as if you wanted to apologize, and as if he read your mind, he replied, “it’s okay, don’t fuss about it.”

you two sort of have a moment as your faces drew closer to each other, but he chose to kiss your forehead and let you sleep over the night.

one day, as your birthday’s on its way, you run to satoru, as you squeal with excitement, “satoru, you’ll be free in a couple of days, won’t you?”

feigning a sense of ignorance, satoru replied, “yeah, sure,” while busy playing on the nintendo switch. as you huff in annoyance, you walk away without knowing what was to come.

on your birthday, he asks you to come over to his place, and as you knock on his door, this time he sees you folding your arms and scowling at him as he opens the door, seeing you in your (f/c) sundress.

smiling and thinking to yourself as to how beautiful you look, he says, “come on now, don’t be like that, (y/n)-chan,” and puts a blindfold around your eyes.

confused, you follow his lead as he holds your hand and takes you along his direction. it was pitch dark for you, and you were concerned as to where he was taking you.

as he took the blindfold off of you, you noticed that you were in the backyard of his house, where he’d decorated everything according to your favorite colors and adorned with your favorite things: a special playlist dedicated to you was playing in the background, with balloons galore, a barbecue grill was set up to make grilled snacks of your choice, and that’s when you noticed who all were at the party: shoko, suguru, and your juniors, kento nanami and yuu haibara showed up, causing you to feel delighted. 

taking all the surroundings in, your eyes sparkled and you turned in his direction, grinning, “satoru, oh my goodness, you remembered?”

he chuckled, yet again, and pinched your nose, replying, “oh, (y/n)-chan, how could i ever forget your birthday?”

to everyone’s surprise, he sat on one knee, and while everyone started gasping, he took out a box from the back and it wasn’t any box.

it was your favorite flavored mochi box that caused you two to meet in the first place, and he continued, with his eyes twinkling, and his smile “when i first looked at you searching for this box, I didn’t realize that you’d be an important part of my life. with all the memories we’ve shared, good and bad, I’ve come to a realization that nothing can stop me from falling for you, hard. now, i don't know how to fix a broken heart, but we could learn together. so, what say, (y/n)-chan? will you be my girlfriend and promise to share this mochi box with me?”

tears started flowing down your cheeks and you squealed, while nodding, “get back up, stupid. I can’t just kiss you like that,” and as he stood up to his full height, you cup his cheeks, impatiently crashing your lips onto his.

as the party went by, you were glad to have spent your day with your dearest ones, but most importantly, you were glad to spend it with your now boyfriend, who you were grateful to the universe for, and were thankful that he was someone that you could run to, he was your paradise.

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How to not be a heartbreaker

Bones/Jim

Summary: Bones tries to ask Jim out. It’s harder than he thought.

A/N: This is for @insane-sociopath‘s competition/celebration for hitting 300 followers! Congrats friend! Hope you like this even if it doesn’t win lmao

Words: 1 376

If Bones’ high school had done the whole ‘judge someone’s whole personality by telling them what they’re most likely to become in the future’ thing, he wouldn’t have been a heartbreaker, but he had to admit he’d inadvertently broken a few hearts along the way anyway. Apparently his southern charm could occasionally be interpreted as flirting. It happened. He hadn’t always been aware of it until he’d run into the person in question years later.

Maybe it was karma that had made his divorce so messy. Maybe it had been his own fault in more than one way.

Or hers. Whatever. He was over it. It was Jim Kirk’s fault.

No, really.

Bones had been perfectly content in his stewing, the aftermath of the separation and sudden acceptance to the Academy and then the stupid ass idea to go to space, and there Jim came with his pretty blue eyes and adorably cheeky smile. Turning his mind into a whirlwind slowly, slowly as the years passed by.

Of course Bones had realized he was in love when he’d nearly lost him. Of course he’d done nothing about it afterward.

“You’re staring.”

Bones looked up at Uhura. He hadn’t even seen her enter the Bridge. “Sorry?”

“At the captain. You’re staring in a very unsubtle way.”

He crossed his arms, attempted a snort. “Why would I need to be subtle? Observing’s not a crime.”

“Yeah, well, he’s not really doing anything worth observing right now, is he?”

She was wrong. The way Jim was scrunching up his face looking over some files was very worth observing, in Bones’ opinion.

Her face softened when he turned back to her, mouth open with a counterargument. “Are you ever gonna tell him?”

His words died on his tongue, gaze going back to Jim in panic as if he’d heard her and would understand. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not really keen on ruining my own life again.”

Her hand found his shoulder. “For what it’s worth,” she said, squeezing once. “I don’t think you would ruin a thing.”

And that was how Bones ended up pacing in front of Jim’s door three days later, knees shaking and hands perpetually fiddling with his hair. This was ridiculous. Why had he listened to Uhura? He’d never made a habit of ignoring his own gut when he knew it was a bad idea.

Yet here he was.

He knew Jim was inside. Showering or cooking dinner, as he’d started doing recently in an attempt to unwind. Bones hadn’t told him, of course, but when he’d first seen Jim in front of the stove, seasoning whatever soup he’d been making after having spent their university years living on take out, he’d fallen for him slightly more. At that point, he’d thought it impossible, but now he found more and more reasons to love him. Like a fucking sap.

“Nova help me,” he muttered, leaving his hair alone only to drag his hand down his face. “He’s gonna be the goddamn end of me.”

He knocked.

Jim emerged shirtless, of all fucking things; hair dripping and chest wet and face lighting up when he saw who had decided to disturb him during his free afternoon. “Bones!”

“Can I come in?” he asked unnecessarily as Jim pulled him inside. Whatever he was feeling was never helped by the kid’s unwavering enthusiasm at his presence every single time.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked as Bones sat on the couch, already being handed a glass. Might as well. He probably needed that drink right now anyway.

“Oh, no reason,” he said, allowing Jim to pour him some whiskey. “Can’t a man visit his best friend without ulterior motives?”

Jim raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t say anything as he got a glass for himself, the liquid swooshing as he sat. The bastard was wearing shorts that rode up when he settled back, giving Bones a glimpse of his inner thighs. How fucking unfair.

“Well, I appreciate the company nevertheless,” Jim finally said, raising his glass.

They toasted. They drank. Bones tried to keep himself from staring at Jim’s thighs, but his face wasn’t less distracting; with a five o’clock shadow and glittering wet spots from his shower. Those blue eyes that seemingly refused to look away from Bones, too.

He cleared his throat. “Actually,” he started, voice too high. Tone too nonchalant. “I did want to tell you something. Well, ask you something. Which I guess would lead to me telling you something too as the question would be rather revealing.”

“Oh?” Jim’s lips twitched upward, amusement so clear on his face. “Do tell.”

It wasn’t that easy, for fuck’s sake, Jim.

“Uh, right, I-” Bones took a sip of his drink. “The thing is.” Ripping his gaze away from Jim and his stupid ass beautiful face, he put his glass down on the coffee table. “My question.”

“Your question.” Jim was outright grinning at him now. “Go ahead.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Is it?”

Apparently, since he couldn’t even say it. “A bit.”

“Well, now I’m intrigued.” Jim put his own glass down and leaned forward. “Continue.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“I’m about to have a minor freakout.” Bones hadn’t given himself permission to stand, but standing he was. “Actually, I think I’m already in the middle of it.”

“Okay, for real.” Jim was standing too, his hands on Bones’ wrists. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing serious.”

“Doesn’t seem that way.”

“I’m just experiencing an emotion I never have before.”

“Which is?”

“Insecurity? I don’t know.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Yes.” Bones let out a humorless laugh. “Desperately so. But I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I’m embarrassed.”

Jim poked his cheek. “That’s a new one.”

“Oh, stop.” Bones slapped at his hand weakly. The other one, still holding onto his wrist, neither of them bothered removing.

This shouldn’t be this hard. He’d conquered his fear of space, gone through what had once been the worst thing imaginable when he got divorced, and was away from his family for most of the time. And he was a freaking southern gentleman! Asking his best friend out for dinner somewhere nice shouldn’t be this hard.

“God, I need a drink.”

“Just tell me.” Something in Jim’s voice told Bones he wasn’t playing around now. Concern was laced in his gaze, but there was a sharpness there. Bones couldn’t procrastinate any longer.

He could lie, though. It probably wasn’t worth it.

“I want to ask you out to dinner.”

“You- wait, what?” Whether it was shock or disgust that made Jim finally let go of his wrist, Bones didn’t know, but it broke something inside of him nevertheless. “Say that again.”

“No. Do you know how hard that was the first time?” Bones crossed his arms, eyes anywhere but on Jim. “I knew it was a mistake. Sorry. Forget it.”

“No, Bones-”

“I’ll see myself out.”

Hand on his wrist again, Jim pulling him back. “Please, just wait for a second. I need to process it all.”

Standing there watching Jim decide how to let him down gently was definitely worse than not saying anything at all. Thanks Uhura. She owed him a barhop or five.

“You want to ask me out… to dinner?”

“Yeah.”

“Like a date?”

“Well, yeah.” His casual shrug was the least casual thing he’d done in his life.

“And you really thought I was gonna say no?”

“I- sorry?”

Jim was laughing, but it wasn’t malicious. It almost sounded… well, a bit hysteric, frankly. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for months, you fool.”

Bones was so flabbergasted that all he managed to say was, “So why didn’t you?”

“Same reason as you. I was fucking terrified.”

Bones was laughing too, now; the two of them standing in the middle of the room holding onto each other and cackling like madmen. They’d barely taken two sips of their drinks. Bones felt like he’d never need alcohol again.

“I take that as a yes,” he finally said when Jim collapsed in his arms, hand letting go of his wrist to settle in his own hand instead.

“Of course it’s a yes. I thought you’d never ask.”

Maybe he owed Uhura a barhop.

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Late Night Resolutions || Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/N: for @social-holland‘s 500 follower writing challenge! Congrats again, lovely!

Prompt: I broke my nose by running into a wall

Summary: after a fight with Harrison you spend new year’s eve at a party without him where you end up breaking your nose.

What I listened to while writing: Youngblood by 5 Seconds of Summer (....in high school I was a hardcore stan)

Warnings: swearing, blood, jealousy, angst

Word Count: 1.3k

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You were definitely still a little bit drunk, which was mostly an advantage to you right now, but the flutes sparkly champagne had turned to bottles of gatorade and the loud music had faded to code blues being announced over the staticy intercom. You hadn’t planned to spend new year’s eve in the emergency room, but you hadn’t planned to get drunk off your ass either. You’d been sitting in the waiting room for over two hours now, but at least the pain had settled to a dull throb- thanks to the ice pack resting on the bridge of your nose.

Even though you’d already been waiting so long, your broken nose wasn’t exactly at the top of the priority list on a night like tonight when there were so many other people to attend to. You wanted to take a nap, despite the fluorescent lights and all of the chaos around you. You just wanted to close your eyes and forget all about tonight.

You heard Harrison before you saw him. Low, tired voice cut with a sharp accent speaking urgently to someone at the front desk. He stood at the entrance to the hospital, hands in the pockets of his sweats, asking a nurse where you were. Your instinct was to perk up when you saw him, but when you remembered everything that had lead you to this moment you felt betrayed. You lifted your head from Tom’s shoulder to face him.

“You called him?” you whimpered pathetically.

“I had to,” Tom replied apologetically and you laid your head back onto his shoulder with a sigh.

Impulsively, you pulled Tom’s suit jacket tighter around you, hoping it would somehow make you invisible. You were so embarrassed. The only reason your boyfriend wasn’t with you at the emergency room already was because you and Harrison had been fighting earlier. It was an old argument. As an editor you often brought your projects home with you, working late into the night until your eyes began to hurt from staring at a screen for too long or you fell asleep at your laptop. Haz felt like you overworked yourself into an unhealthy state, but you always defensively assured him you were fine.

Tonight things had escalated until you ended up at Laura Harrier’s new year’s eve party, which Haz had stubbornly refused to come to, to prove to him that you weren’t always working. Then you got wasted, naturally, because you were upset you were at a party on new year’s without your boyfriend. One thing led to another, and you broke your nose at said party. Fast forward through a ride to the hospital in Tom’s car, where Tom was freaking the fuck out the entire time and you were trying not to get blood on his nice leather seats, and now you were here.

You waited with dread until you could sense Harrison standing above you before you looked up at him, keeping your head firmly on his best mate’s shoulder.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked with genuine concern, all traces of anger from earlier gone.

“What does it look like?” you groaned. Harrison only chuckled.

In his defense, you were a pitiful sight. For one, your nose was crooked now under the ice pack, and you had dried blood all over your face and glittery silver dress. Your eyes were swollen and your makeup was smudged under your eyes from crying. You were a hot mess.

Haz turned to Tom. “I can’t believe you let her sit here for two hours without me!”

“Mate, she begged me not to call you.” Tom protested.

“For fucks sake I’m your best friend!”

“I’m right here, you know,” you interjected, hoping your words didn’t sound as slurred as they felt in your head.

“Alright, mate well you could at least pretend like you don’t enjoy having y/n all over you.” Harrison spat. “I can take it from here.”

Usually jealous Harrison turned you on, but here? Now? Did he have to do this at 2:30 am in the middle of the emergency room?

“You have got to be kidding me,” you sighed in exasperation but sat up anyway. “Tom was being a good friend.”

“Yeah, well he can go back to the party now. I’ve got it. And you can give him back his bloody jacket,” Haz added as he began to unzip his own hoodie for you.

Tom stood then looked over at you. “You’ll be okay?”

You nodded and handed him his blazer. “Yeah, thanks for being here, and for driving me. I owe you big time.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said then winked at you just to tease Harrison. “Call me if you need anything, either of you.”

You watched him go then slumped in your chair, cheeks burning. You felt Haz settle into the chair next to you and wrap his hoodie around your shoulders, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him. You still felt so stupid.

“Do you need some more ice, love?” You shook your head. “Y/n, look at me. Talk to me.”

“I’m such an idiot,” you moaned, tears rolling down your cheeks despite your effort to hold them back.

“Let me see,” he urged.

Gingerly, you removed the ice pack from to show him the damage. When you had looked in the mirror earlier there had been a little bit of bruising on either side of your nose and some under your left eye. You suspected it had gotten worse by now.

“Oh, babe,” he gasped and brought his hands to the side of your face where he gently tilted your head to get a better look. “How’d this happen?”

“I broke my nose by running into a wall.”

“What?”

The memory was so humiliating you didn’t want to relive it yet, but you told Harrison anyway. “Laura’s house has a lot of stairs,” you sighed, earning a soft smile from Haz. “Basically, I was up in the loft because that’s where the booze was, but then Tom and Jacob wanted me to come play pool so I was following them downstairs, and tripped on the stairs and fell into the wall.”

Harrison coughed through a chuckle, trying to hide it.

“Stop!” you cried, but you were laughing too. “It was horrible! So many people saw, and there was blood on the wall-” your eyes widened in realization “I got blood on Laura’s wall, I need to call her! I need to apologize!” You turned your phone over to see several texts and missed calls from Harrison as well as a few from some of your friends at the party.

“You can call her tomorrow, love. Don’t worry about it right now.”

“God, I’m such an idiot,” you repeated leaning back, banging your head against the wall accidentally. Harrison winced. “Christ, this night keeps getting better.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You sighed, taking the ice off your nose for another moment. “I was embarrassed.”

“But you got Tom to take you to the hospital and not me?”

“Oh my god, I have a fucking broken nose and that’s what you’re caught up on?” You pulled away from Harrison’s grasp. “We’d been fighting, Haz. I thought that you were still mad at me. Tom was already at the party, he saw the whole thing happen and he offered to drive me.”

Harrison took a deep breath. “You’re right, y/n, I’m sorry. I’m just mad at myself that I wasn’t there for you.”

“It’s not your fault. How could you have known?”

“No, I mean the fact that I wasn’t at the party in the first place. It’s new year’s eve and I was a such a dick. I wasn’t even there for midnight.”

“You’re here now, and we can make it up later.” You leaned back into him and felt him relax underneath you. 

Even though your nose still hurt like hell, you felt a thousand times better now that Harrison was here. You hadn’t realized how badly you’d wanted him to be there with you earlier, despite how embarrassed you were. The two of you lapsed into silence and turned your attention to the new year’s countdown on tv that was playing for a different timezone.

Suddenly, Harrison spoke up. “I think my new year’s resolution is to be less-”

“Jealous?”

“I was going to say intense, but same idea, yeah.” He squeezed your shoulder affectionately. 

“Mine is to be less clumsy,” you decided.

“Oh we’ll see about that,” Harrison said with raised eyebrows.

“Fuck you.”

The countdown on the tv hit midnight and Harrison leaned over to kiss your lips softly, careful not to bump your nose. “Happy new year to you too, love.”

okay I swear I was like I need a picture of Haz where he looks super comfy for this (preferably wearing glasses bc fuck me) and like !!! he fucking posted that video!! lmao why do I always post my writing in the middle of the night?? Idk but i leave to go back to college tomorrow (or i guess today) and I!! Still!! Haven’t!! Packed!! Also, thank you @me-a-hopeless-romantic for giving me much needed info about broken noses lol

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okay imagine being jane fosters sister and she and Thor haven't broken up and you meet Loki on Jane's birthday and at first you don't really connect - "ugh the alien sadistic brother" / "hmpf the annoying weak human sister" - but as the evening goes on they start talking and like each toher anf Jane doesn't approve at all but thor is like "he's not as bad as you think" and then you go on an awkward (funny) double date and get rawed by loki in the bathroom and thor&jane know and omg I'm dying😫💦

Okay but like,,,, this is sooo good?? I’ll put this under a cut bc I got carried away and it’s a little longer lmao

Imagine you never really approved of Jane’s and Thor’s relationship cause of the obvious: he’s not human. And dating someone or better, something that is not human is a red flag for every normal person. In the beginning you’re biased towards Thor and the first meet ups, like having lunch or dinner with Jane and Thor don’t go so well (partially bc he keeps destroying the kitchenware everytime he wants more food and that’s embarrassing, also people started talking and think he broke out of an asylum  and you and your sister must be his caretakers or sth— which makes you really uncomfortable).

So you don’t expect much when Jane tells you Loki will be at her birthday party, too. all you know is he is the troublemaker of the family and you can’t imagine someone who is worse/more annoying than Thor so you’re really not looking forward to that. But she’s your sister and you can’t not go to her party. You’re also worried about her and kind of come for her protection.

So you arrive there and get greeted by loki and some woman in the hallway — “greeted” well it’s more like you run into them while they’re having a lively conversation. You don’t know how thor’s brother looks so you don’t recognize him but you find him somewhat attractive when you see him. You think he has that certain confidence and smile and a voice as soothing as honey that attracts you like hell.

Your sister introduces you to loki and that’s when you realize the handsome stranger is the god of mischief, so basically trouble. You still find him attractive but there’s no sympathy for him anymore and you try to avoid him at the party. Which encourages him to annoy you, follow you maybe or tell you about Sakaaran orgies bc he loves to see you being so adorably embarrassed. He talks to a lot of women at the party and you talk to a lot of men, maybe flirt. You know it’s stupid but you can’t help it - you want to get a reaction out of Loki.

You drink. Quite a lot. To make it out of there alive. At some point you think fuck it and instead of shying away you start a conversation with loki, start teasing him and you talk about Thor and Jane and eventually you come to terms with them being a thing, cause she is happy and that’s the most important.

You and loki eventually make out. You can’t resist, he is just too charming. You don’t sleep together bc you pass out and he doesn’t take advantage of you but you can’t get him out of your mind for some reason. Next time (2 days later) you meet up with Thor and Jane, Loki is there too. Starts teasing you again but you can’t deny the sparks flying. It’s so obvious at some point, Jane gets worried and pissed at loki. She doesn’t hate him but he is the trickster god after all. He killed innocent people, so she doesn’t approve. Thor tries to reassure her he’s not as bad as she thinks (except for the killing part but people change!!) Of course you try to deny everything which angers loki and he asks you to come with him for a minute so you could “talk”.

Instead he shows you who you belong to from now on (bc really, it was obvious, everyone could see it, denying is ridiculous). So: possessive, Dom!loki , you guys can imagine. You and him get it on in the bathrooms, ”get rawed by loki in the bathroom” YES anon!! You try to collect yourself after that and walk out with dignity but Jane sees your hair and your lips and she knows what happened and gets mad but Thor is like “congrats bro” and tries to calm down his gf. The end.

Omg I need to write this!,!!!!! This is added to my list now asndqjodsq 

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