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Surprise! 

The big project is: A VICTUURI HIGH SCHOOL/SOCCER AU! Whew! I’ve been working super hard on this, guys. Let me know what you think:)

This is Part 1

Note: Victor will be in the next part pinkie promise

Note 2: I’ve only been doing digital art for a few weeks, so please don’t judge too harshly…

Note 3: This is dedicated to @kawaiiusagi2 who helped me throughout the whole process. You’re the best big sister ever!!!!

the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]

❛❛a girl saw me naked on my porch and also witnessed the unholiness that is my exhibitionism kink and somewhere along the line we became sort-of-maybe-not-really friends and i started to like her too but now things are a bit weird im sorry please love me❜❜ AU

COUNT → 6.875

GENRE → angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism

LINKS →  TNATP 1

note: so some of you requested part of tnatp in jungkook’s pov!!!!! im not entirely happy with this because it’s just so long??? and its basically just recycled material. but if u wanna understand what jungkook was thinking, this is the drabble for you. its not a drabble. i lied. look at the word count. but i still wanna call it a drabble. its a “long drabble thats not really a drabble” drabble. anyway i hope u guys like it and dont think this is too long LMAO


Jungkook was naked, but that wasn’t anything new.

A streak of sunlight shone in through a crack in his blinds, alerting him that it was the start of a new day. Unwrapping his arm from around the naked body still asleep beside him, he maneuvered around her so he didn’t wake her up, then draped the comforter back over her as he stood to his full height. He ran his fingers through his tousled, black hair thoughtfully, knowing without looking at a mirror that it was a mess after they fornicated on the dining room table, the kitchen’s bar, the living room couch, against many walls throughout the house, and finally stopping in his own bed last night.

It was a good thing all his other roommates had been out so they didn’t hear them. Out of all his fuck buddies, Jihyo was the loudest—but he liked it when she was loud. It told him he was doing something right, and using his penis was about one of the only things he could do right.

Closing his bedroom door gently behind him, he padded down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. At the sight of his boxers in a pathetic heap by the stairs, he bent over to pull them past his hips, followed by his sweatpants he’d been wearing last night not even a few inches away. In the past, he wouldn’t have even bothered clothing himself—especially so early in the morning—since all his roommates had gotten used to his streaking habit a long time.

But something had changed recently.

That change was you.

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Start of a Love Story

A Love Story is Better With You: A New Beginning - One Shot Series #1

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One way to present on how your day was going was, hectic.

Hectic, because first, you had woken up 30 past seven, which meant you only had 30 minutes to get ready, hurry down four flights of stairs, hurry down the street to the local starbucks, grab your boss her usual morning order, and manage to find a taxi as fast as possible to make it to the firm at 8 o’clock.

Hurrying out your bathroom, with your toothbrush hanging out your mouth, trying to slip your shoes on, while trying to zip up the back of your dress. (xxx)

“Gosh girl, could you be any louder at” your roommate glanced over at her bed side clock with squinted eyes. “7:38 in the morning?” she groaned, pulling a pillow over her head. You groaned to yourself, rushing back to the bathroom, spitting your toothpaste into the sink and finished washing up. 

“Lucy, can you please help me zip up my dress? I’m already really late, and you know my boss. She’ll shred me to pieces if i’m late” you whimpered. 

She sighed, quickly getting up, losing her balance as she was suffering from a mild hangover from last nights birthday event that you decided not to join in on, but promised tonight, a Friday night where you didn’t have to worry about work the next morning, that you would join her out. 

“Alright go go go, before Ursula kills you at work” she smirked, handing you your bag and sending you off on your way.

You pressed the elevator button in your building to head down to the main floor but after two minutes of already waiting, you figured the time was ticking so you did your best to run down the stairs, in heels you had purchased not too long ago.

You let out a breath, you hadn’t realized you were holding when you reached the last step. Running out the front doors, you turned left and sped walk down the city streets as fast as you possibly could. Finally reaching the local starbucks just a block from your place, you were greeted with a long line. You stomped in place, quietly whining to yourself as you stepped in line, about 15 people in front of you.

You checked your watch on your wrist, 7:47. Thirteen minutes. You tapped your foot on the ground, your patience wearing thin when you heard a voice calling your name. You looked up to see your long time friend, Brett, at the coffee counter. 

“Take it, realized you weren’t here on time and figured you’d have the same order as always” he smiled. You let out a breath of relief, hugging him over the counter. 

“Oh my god, what would I do without you!” you panted, rummaging through your bag looking for your wallet. 

“No worries, it’s on the house today. Now go! Before you’re late for work, and Ursula eats you up!” he joked with a smirk. You nodded, quickly stuffing your wallet into your purse, not even bothering to zip it up as you grabbed the coffees and the two blueberry muffins your boss ate for breakfast and darted down the street.

You had been trying to get a taxi for a few moments, but none had stopped to let you hop in. You groaned to yourself, looking at your watch. 7:52. 

You whimpered to yourself looking left and right and decided your only option at this point, was to run. So you ran, as fast as you possibly could in your heels, dodging in and out of people’s ways. 

You were two blocks away from your firm, when there’s a massive crowd of people, huddled in one large circle in front of a hotel. You groan, trying to make your way around, but it’s impossible. There is screaming and chanting, but it’s all a blur to you because your main focus and priority is to get to work, on time and in a decent manner. You finally found a little gap to push yourself through when someone’s foot pops out of nowhere and the next thing you know, you’re falling to the pavement of the sidewalk, coffees and muffins flying out your hands as you landed, stomach first onto the pavement. 

There was a moment of silence, all around you, as you felt stares from every side of you.

You whimpered, from the pain but also realizing that your boss’ coffee and muffins were all over the pavement, and ready for the garbage. You’re about to get up when you see two suede boots come up to your eye level and the man bends down. 

“Are you alright love?” he questioned, reaching his hand down to you to help you get up. You blink a couple times, to be sure you’re seeing the right person. 

“Um, yeah, I think so” you mumbled, shock coursing through your veins. 

“You’re bleeding” he pointed out, looking at your knee about to call over his security.

You shook your head. “Really it’s okay, I’ve got to get going. I’m going to be late for work and my boss will kill me” you stuttered, trying to compose yourself. 

“Love, we should clean it up. Come on we’ll take you inside and clean you up and you can go off to work, i’m sure your boss will understand” he assured.

“Thank you, but I really can’t, i’m sorry” you whispered, bending down to grab your bag. “But thank you for helping!” you called out, looking back at him one more time before running to work.

**

You panted, reaching your cubicle, and slumping down, and taking a look at your wounded knee winching as you tried to touch it and observe it.

There was a clearing of the throat and you turned around in your chair to see your boss. “You were late, and you didn’t bring me my morning coffee and muffins” she started, tapping her foot on the ground as she waited for your response.

“I know ma’am, I apologize, I bought your coffee and your muffins but there was a huge crowd of people and then I tripped, and the coffee spilled-” she cut you off with an eye roll. 

“Enough, I don’t want to hear your excuses, next time, make sure you don’t make a fool of yourself like you probably did moments ago, and make sure the coffee is sitting on my desk Monday morning, or else, you’ll regret it” she spoke out, turning on her heel with her assistant right by her as she walked to her office.

“Woah what happen to you” Blair chuckled, looking over into your cubicle. “Lets just say it was hectic and i’m glad it’s over” you sighed, reaching into your drawer for your first aid kit, grabbing disinfectant and a bandage to cover your cut. She chuckled, shaking her head and sinking back into her own office chair, as you did moments later, working on your next blog post to get approved by the one and only woman you all called, Ursula.

**

You stepped out your closet, hair freshly blow dried as you observed the choices of attire you’d wear on your night out with Lucy. 

“Oh, the red dress!” Lucy called out, peeking her head out the bathroom door. 

“Definitely the red dress, you’ll definitely be getting laid tonight if you wear that!” she winked, disappearing. “Lucy!” you laughed, shaking your head while picking up the red dress and observing it. “There will be no getting laid of any sort tonight, at least not for me” you chuckled, putting the blue dress back on it’s hanger and slipping the red dress up your body and slipping on the black heels. (xxx)

Walking over to your vanity, you touched up your makeup you had done a while ago, reapplying some nude lipstick onto your lips before grabbing your clutch, and stuffing your phone, card and ID before shutting it closed. 

“Alright you ready?” you checked, peeking into the bathroom to see Lucy, curling her last strand of hair before turning around. 

“Holy smokes!” she hollered, eyeing you up and down. You blushed, shaking your head before checking if you had anything. “Alright let’s get going, because at this rate, we’ll get to the club and it’ll be closed” you smirked, grabbing her hand and heading to the elevator.

**

You entered the club, to loud thumping music, bodies against one another with drinks in hand. “I’m going to pop to the loo” Lucy shouted over the loud music. “Get me a drink? Something preferably heavy” she smirked, bumping her hip to yours before shimmying her way through the crowd and to the bathroom.

You shook your head with a giggle and headed over to the bar, observing your surroundings to see if there was anyone that could particularly catch your eye.

“Hi, can I get two gin and tonics, please?” you asked the bartender politely while taking a seat to at the bar. He nodded, going to the other end of the bar to prepare your drinks. You looked down at your phone, scrolling mindlessly through instagram as you heard a voice behind you.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t miss “got to get to work”” he spoke. You lifted your head up, to be greeted with the man who tried to help you earlier this morning. A blush flushed your cheeks as you smiled. 

“I really was late, she would have murdered me if i would have went with you, and wasted more time” you replied, locking your phone to give him your full attention. 

“Wasted time? Ouch” he replied, feigning that he was hurt by placing his hand over his chest, and you giggled. “I’m Harry” he smiled, sticking out his hand, as you shook it. Seconds later, you responded with telling him your name as your two gin and tonics arrived in front of you. “Oh, already buying me drinks?” he smirked. “And my favorite as well?” he asked surprised. 

“You must have done research, hmm?” he joked with a wink. “Oh, that was meant for my friend-” you were interrupted by Lucy as she appeared behind you. “But you can gladly keep it” she smiled, eyeing you to keep talking to him before walking away onto the dance floor. “Sorry about her” you sheepishly giggled. “She tends to be a bit…straightforward I guess you could say” you smiled, sipping on your drink as Harry did with his. “Well if it allows for me to spend some more time with a beauty like you, i’m not complaining” he smirked, and you couldn’t help but blush.

**

You were three drinks in, already feeling loose, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. “Come on! Let’s dance!” you giggled, running your hand through your hair trying to get him to get up. “I don’t dance love” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh come on, don’t be such a girl!” you hollered. “Dance! Have fun!” you smiled, pulling on his hand again. He sighed, downing his drink, which caused him to pucker his face due to the taste, and headed to the dance floor with you.

You moved your hips to the music, your back to his front, from time to time, grinding on his front. You smiled moving your hands behind you to wrap around his neck as you danced.

“You’re a pretty good dancer” he hummed, right into your ear. You smiled, continuing to enjoy yourself as he placed his hands on your hips and moved along to the music.

**

You let out a breath of air as you stepped outside, Harry hot on your heel. “But my friend” you giggled, pointing to the door. “No worries, I caught her on the way out, told her I was going with you and her words made it seem like she had no intention of stopping me” he chuckled, as the club door closed behind him. “Oh god” you giggled, covering your hand with your face in embarrassment only imagining with Luce could have said. He smiled, walking down the street with you, towards your flat.

“So did you enjoy yourself tonight?” he questioned, hands in his pockets, but secretly wishing they were hand in hand with your hands. “A blast” you smiled, looking up at him and grinning more than you thought possible. “I didn’t think i’d have a handsome guy walk me home, although my friend Lucy did tell me that this dress would get me laid tonight” you smirked jokingly. He raised a brow before winking at you. “I mean, I am your kinda guy if that’s what you want” he winked jokingly before picking you up bridal style and spinning you around. “Harry!” you laughed, throwing your head back and gently slapping his chest as he put you down. “Only jokes, only jokes” he smiled. “I wouldn’t do such a thing unless I had your full consent” he smiled, slowly aiming to put his hand around your waist nervously, and when he did, he hoped you wouldn’t shove him off, and you didn’t.

A tipsy giggle escaped your mouth out of nowhere and he smiled. “You have a cute giggle” he commented and you giggled against covering your face as you blushed. “Stop!” you smiled, trying not to giggle but you couldn’t help it. “Gosh, now you’ve made me a mess!” you laughed, completely embarrassed now. He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you both finally made it up the steps to the front of the building. “Well, looks like this is it” he sighed, looking up at the tall building, not really wanting you to go. “Seems it is…” you wavered, debating on your next move. “Would you…like to come up?” you questioned nervously. “If not it’s okay, but it’s a bit chilly and I see you don’t have your car and it’s late and-” you were rambling when he placed his finger over your lip in a shushing manner. “I’d love too” he smiled, tucking his hand into yours as you sheepishly grinned with a blush before making your way in and heading to the elevator.

**

You stepped into your flat, and kicked off your heels walking into the small kitchen. “Do you want some tea? Maybe a cheese toastie?” you suggested. “That’d be lovely, actually” he smiled, kicking off his boots and placing them on the rack before sitting down on the kitchen stool. “I’ll be right back, i’m just going to change out of this dress if that’s ok” you sheepishly smiled, as he nodded. You scurried to the bedroom closing the door, taking a deep breath in and out.

There was a boy, in your apartment. You tried to suppress the smile that was all over your face but couldn’t you were just so happy. You slid off your dress, slipping on a loose tee and sweatpants before grabbing a makeup wipe and wiping off all your makeup and pulling your hair up into a bun. With the alcohol slowly wearing off you rubbed your eyes as your belly rumbled.

You stepped out the bedroom to hear clattering of dishes and you peeked into the kitchen to see Harry finishing off a second cheese toastie and putting two glasses of tea, one by each plate. “Looks like you’ve found your way around” you smiled. He looked up, a bit stunned that he didn’t hear you make your way in, but nodded. “Figured the least I could do was help around a little, and make the night a bit easier for you” he grinned. You grabbed your plate and cup of tea and brought it to the couch ushering for him to sit beside you and munch away on your snack.

“So, tell me about you mister Styles” you teased. He chuckled, wiping the crumbs off the side of his lips before taking a sip of his tea. “Well what do you wanna know miss gorgeous” he retaliated with a smirk, causing you to blush due to his comment. “Anything, about you” you smiled. “Well…” he started. “Well, i’m a singer, i’ve just finished off my album a while back and it’s set to go out soon-” you shook your head, sipping onto your tea. “Harry, about you. Not your career, not what everyone probably already knows. About you, what do you do in your free time? Favorite food? Anything” you smiled, looking him in the eye to let him know that you were truly interested in getting to know him, and not what the world already know of him, and that’s what had the butterflies erupting in Harry’s belly, because maybe once for a change, he found someone who wanted to know about the real him.

**

It was past two in the morning now, still no sign of your roommate, as Harry craned his neck trying to stretch and not wake up as you fell asleep with your head in his lap on the couch. Harry let out a muffled groan during his stretch and prayed he hadn’t woken you. He gently lifted up your head, gently picking you up and heading to your room. You mumbled some incoherent words, before snuggling close to him before he laid you down in your bed and covered you with your blanket.

He was about to exit the room and make his way out when he heard you mumbling something.

“Mm, stay, don’t go” you whispered. 

“Stay the night” you smiled, peeking a tired eye open ushering him over. He debated for a second, but you repeated yourself, asking him nicely again to join so he did. He slipped off his tight jeans, leaving his tee on and slipped into bed. 

Seconds later, your head was on his chest, snuggled nice and close and Harry couldn’t help but smile as his arm reflectively went around you to keep you close.

This was definitely the start to a new love story, Harry hoped would never end. 

- well he we are my loves, the first installment to the new series (: I hope you enjoyed and please please please don’t be hesitant to request anything, or let me know what you though! all the love! xx
Fix You (Part 2)

Originally posted by fiddlesticksimagines

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Fix You (Part 2)

Part 1

Note: Here’s part 2 of the fic I uploaded the other day. I like these a lot. I’ll forever be in love with the idea of Warren and a healer falling in love.


“You really need to stop getting into fights,” you sighed, walking into your bedroom. Warren was sitting on your bed, several scrapes and cuts all over his body and tears in his eyes. You knew how he felt. Hurt. He always seemed to. But you didn’t blame him. Not this time.

You and Warren and some of the others were at the mall, sitting in the food court when some very rude teenage boys started to flirt with you, despite the fact that you and Warren were holding hands and he had one of his large feathery wings draped over your shoulder.

Then they proceeded to tell him all sorts of things that weren’t true. That he was a freak, that he didn’t deserve you, that you were too good for him. You knew none of those things were true, and you hoped he did too, but he still fought them. And while he had won, he still felt like he lost.

“I know,” he sighed, shoulders hunched. His eyes met yours briefly before finding his feet. His legs were spread in front of him, and he was leaning back on his arms.

“You know the drill. Shirt off.” You instructed. He nodded silently, tugging the black Metallica shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. How he managed to put on clothes with his monstrous wings was still a mystery to you. “Look at me, Warr.”

“(Y/N)…” he trailed off, eyes wandering anywhere but to yours.

“Warren.” you kneeled on the bed, swinging a leg over his and sitting on his thighs.

“Why do you care about me?” he asked, tears threatening to spill from his blue eyes. “I’m so reckless and damaged and my temper is…not the calmest. My own father didn’t want me, why should you?”

“Doesn’t it make sense that the boy with the most pain ended up with the healer?” You smiled softly, your hands finding his cheeks. He visibly stiffened as your healing chills ran through him. The bruises and cuts on his face dissolved to nothing, his black eye fading to normal.

“You deserve better.” He murmured. “I’m a f-”

“If you say freak, so help me God.”

“It’s true.”

“No. It’s not.” You shook your head. “You’re not a freak. You’re not a monster or anything else. You are the sweetest, kindest guy I’ve ever met. And yeah, you’re a little rough around the edges, but you’ve been through a hell of a lot.”

“Yeah, but-”

“I love you, Warren,” you interrupted him. His eyes widened slightly and he closed his mouth, wings twitching.

“You what?” he asked, a hitch in his voice.

“I love you to the moon and back, and I wish you could see that.” You confessed. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Tears of relief, of unexplainable joy. Warm emotions radiated from his chest.

“I love you too,” he sat up and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him softly, meaningfully. When you released, he laid back down on your bed. You laid on his bare chest, hands gently stroking his muscles.

“I’ll always be here to fix you.” You told him. “Always.”

“I know,” he hummed with content, his large hand running through your hair. His wings wrapped around you, keeping you safe and warm. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

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BTS - Fake texts where Y/N is stuck on the roof when trying to hang up christmas lights - PART 1

Note: Wow 2 hours? You poor thing! I hope you didn`t catch a cold or hurt yourself!

Betrayal ~2~ British Strong Style

Originally posted by progressgifs

Part 1

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Note; Tell me what do you think is going to happen next

You had made a name for yourself around the wold. After your betrayal to the British strong style you were the sly jester. Always having a plan B up your sleeve and surprising your opponents. The guys have kept tabs on you seeing what you were up to. They still watched your matches and were impressed on well you were doing on your own. 

“ She’s the sly Jester. She’s always lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce”  

“ She sounds like a cat” 

“ She’s making history happen”  

Everyone would talk on how good you were and how no one had defeated you yet. You were on a winning streak. But your world turned around when you noticed the three men you betrayed lurking around. 

“ Look what I see lads the little kitten out of the bag” Pete chuckles as he corners you to the wall. You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest, “ I have better things to do then talk to three bastards on my time.” 

“ She think she’s so tough lads, maybe she forgot what’s hurtin’ others feel like” Trent picked you up over his shoulders.

“ PUT ME DOWN SEVEN! I SWEAR I AM GOING TO TEARS YOUR ARMS FROM YOUR SHOULDERS!” 

“ Oi! shut it bitch” Pete snarls. You did everything you can to get out of Trent’s grip but it was no use. They ended up putting you in a room and locking you from the outside. 

“ Are you fucking serious! I have a match in 20 mins assholes! Let me out!” you banged on the door with your fist repeatedly.  

“ Not happenin’ princess. Yeh stay in there until we think yeh are good enough to be let out” Trent says from the other side of the door.

“ Fuck you!” 

“ No thanks, I’d rather stick an umbrella up my ass, thanks!” 

The three boys looked at one another in disgust and shivered as they had the image in their heads. 

“ Sevens! Bate! Dunno! When I get out of here, I am going to kill you three!”
“ Good luck with tha’ luv” Tyler muttered. They walked away leaving you in the room locked. You began to panic because you couldn’t just not go out for your match. They are going to pay. 

After being unlocked from the room and missing your match, you had gotten in trouble for it. The earful that you got from everyone about missing your match was enough for you to storm down to the ring in surprise heading to the ring where the British Strong Style were having a match. When Pete took notice of you, he hopped off the apron running a hand through his hair as he snarl at you stopping you in your tracks.

“ Where do yah think yah goin’?” you grabbed onto the straps of his ring gear and giving him a stunner before moving past him down to Tyler who stood in your way with his arms out telling you to stop. You grab onto his fingers snapping them before super kicking him sending him to the side as you made your way to Trent. 

He slide out the ring as soon as you got out watching what you did to Pete and Tyler shaking his head. He walks along side outside of the room, his finger out shaking it giving you a no signal. 

“ Not yet little one” He yells, chuckling. You looked down where his white towel is before going over it. You pick it up expecting it in his hands before you rubbed the towel down your body and through your crotch and under your armpits before throwing it to him. 

“ Enjoy” you tell him blowing him a kiss. You exit the ring skipping past Pete and Tyler who looked confused to what just happened. This was just a taste for them. 

The guys sat in the car going back to the hotel when Tyler brings you up. 

“ I don’t think she’s done with us lads” he mutters. Pete scoffs, “ That was nothin’ what she did. She can’t get to us. Three of us and one of her” 

“ But lads it’s been like two months and she’s all over the place” 

“ She will come t’ her senses that she needs us” 

“ What if she doesn’t?” Tyler asks

“ She will..” Trent nods. “ she will always need us”

You on the other hand was planning on another plan to strike a nerve. You had been told a piece of information that could be put into use. Smirking as you started to get ready.

“ Get ready lads, I’m about to tame British Strong Style” 

let me teach you (2); story time || Damian Wayne

Part 1

Note; a lot of you want a part two out of this, I actually suck at writing part two’s or short series…but here it is!

If you are confused about your and Damian’s age. Let’s say you and Damian are old enough to have your first kiss.

;;

Since you started talking Damian spent most of his time at the tower with you, teaching you things you’d never known in your whole life. He taught you to count, hand languages to use in emergencies, how to use electronics even went as far as buying you a phone which led to him calling you when you couldn’t meet he would always use the ‘teaching’ excuses to talk to you on the phone, without the other member or his father knowing about it of course, then he would always teach you about table manner, reading, writing, drawing, and many more things you couldn’t list.

The best part about teaching you was, he could listen to your voice.

Damian never got sick of you talking, telling things you just learned with such excitement, you would occasionally flailing your arms or just simply moved your hands as you told him your stories about the woods you have grown in.

He wondered how he could soften up to you that fast, everybody knew that he tends to be cold around strangers, he didn’t show his feelings often, he was a snarky kid, always got on everybody’s nerves. He didn’t like listening to others, he only sat there as the person scold or give him advice about life. Little did they know, their words only went into his right ear, passing his brain like a train then out of his left ear while he fought sleepiness.

That was how much he didn’t care.

But then there he was again, sitting in your room at the tower, on your bed, listening to you intently as you told him about your foster mother who was a wolf and how amazing your packs were after finishing your study with Damian.

He tends to forget that you were a werewolf.

Maybe because you were half animal he could open up?

He didn’t know, he didn’t care.

Something about you was luring him to you and he liked it.

“Damian?” He shifted his gaze from your lips to your eyes, when did that happen? He didn’t remember looking at your lips.

The black haired boy answered with a short hum, urging you to continue as he shifted on the bed to lay down instead of sitting.

“Have I told you about how I get food?” You were sitting crisscrossed beside him, both hands were gripping your ankles as you bent your body down, looking straight into his eyes, face inches away.

He still needed to teach you about personal space.

He gently pushed you away by your shoulder before a blush could creep up to his tan cheeks.

“No.” He answered with a smooth lie. He had heard it for thousandths of times.

You moved along to lay down beside him, hands resting on your belly as you stared up at the ceiling you had decorated with origami stars that you hung up with him, and Beast Boy since he insisted.

“Every animal that rebelled against the law will be punished by death.” There it was, the information you had told him a few days ago. You were aware that you had told him about it but you always assumed that he was forgetful. “Like the deer I ate when we first met, he killed a bunny because the bunny did not want to share. The alpha of my packs told me to punish him.”

“Why did the rabbit doesn’t want to share?” He asked the exact same question he always asked when you tell them about this story.

“Because the poor, little bunny’s family was starving.” You answered without hesitation, fiddling with the hem of your shirt before you slowly propped yourself with your elbows.

Damian glanced at you then, his dark eyebrow raising, asking you a silent question.

You weren’t aware of it though, “Damian, do you know how wolves warm themselves when they sleep through winter?”

That was new.

“No.”

“They use their tail to cover their face, like this.” You lay down on your stomach, your hands crossed over your face. Shifting your head to the side, peeking at Damian with an eye behind your arm.

“What about you?” He asked again.

“Me?”

“You don’t have a tail.”

A soft 'oh’ fell from your lips, you got up again only to crawl closer to Damian before laying down, curling your body beside him and you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

He was a little shocked.

Everything about you was screaming innocence, different from him. He was corrupted, for an example; he had killed because he was trained to be a coldblooded assassin, yet you killed to stay alive.

“Like this.”

Gathering himself, he turned to lay on his side, his front facing you.

“What about you Damian? What you do to get yourself warm on a winter?”

He didn’t know, blankets? Thick clothing? Turning on the heater?

His arm moved on its own, it wraps around your body, pulling you closer to him. Taking advantage of your curiosity for his own need.

“Like this.”

Steggy Fic: When the Quinjet’s a-Rockin’

I’ve written a drabble or short fic for every day of Steggy Week 2k17! This was written for Day 2: AU or Crossover. Previous days: Day 1

Note: Despite the title, this is rated PG. And Peggy being alive and young in the 21st century is technically an AU, right?

Natasha, Steve, and Peggy scrambled into the Quinjet as Clint lifted off, full throttle almost before the ramp had fully locked into place. They threw themselves flat onto the floor, bracing against each other and catching their breaths as the ship accelerated and banked sharply.

“We’re cloaked and clear!” Clint called back after a few minutes. The weight pressing against them slowly lifted, and the floor tilted back to horizontal.

Natasha got to her feet and headed for her locker, already shrugging off her jacket. She could hear Steve and Peggy getting up behind her, murmuring softly to each other, and she took a little extra time stowing everything away to give them a bit of privacy.

When she finally turned around, Peggy’s jacket was askew and the collar of Steve’s uniform had been pulled open. They were both flushed, staring at each other. Natasha raised her eyebrows.

“You do realize I’m right here,” she said conversationally, hands on her hips. “Rogers, I know I’ve tried to set you up on dates, but I didn’t mean I wanted a front row seat for the makeout part.”

“Sorry,” said Peggy, managing to look both genuinely contrite and not really sorry at all. She stepped away and moved to stow her gear. She and Steve still looked so hot and bothered that Natasha had to hide a smirk. Apparently Captain America and Agent Carter really enjoyed narrow escapes.

They moved forward to the jump seats together, and Natasha sat down, swinging a terminal towards herself. “Rogers, get your hand off Carter’s ass,” she said sternly, without looking around. “She needs it to sit on while she helps me write the mission report.”

Peggy obediently sat, leaning over Natasha’s shoulder to look at the screen. “Well,” she said, “everything went nearly according to plan. You do have the data cube, don’t you?”

Natasha nodded. “I packed it away in the cargo area while you were busy making eyes at your young man.”

Peggy made a face. “I was not making eyes at him. We were just -” She glanced back at Steve and trailed off, distracted.

“Oh my God,” said Natasha, looking between the two of them. “I’d tell you to get a room, but there’s only one room in a Quinjet, and we’re all in it.”

“Sorry,” said Peggy again, clearing her throat. She looked back at the screen. “Where were we?”

Steve, still standing, leaned over Peggy’s shoulder to scan the report. “I was outside the whole time, fighting off Hydra goons. Peggy’s the one who infiltrated the lab.”

Peggy nodded, then turned to Natasha. “I lost you in the hallway, and I didn’t see either of you again until I’d tripped the alarm and we were all outside.” She turned away and sucked in an almost imperceptible breath. Natasha risked a sidelong glance and saw that Steve had dropped a hand to Peggy’s shoulder and was absently stroking his thumb along her collarbone.

“Okay!” said Natasha, standing up briskly. “I’m going to go up and sit with Clint for a bit. You two go… splash cold water on yourselves or whatever you need to do. I don’t want the details.” She strode the few steps forward and around the bulkhead. Behind her, she could hear murmured voices, a muffled squeak from Peggy, and a moment later the click of the latch on the tiny washroom.

“Well,” she said, plopping into the co-pilot seat next to Clint and resting her elbows on the console in front of her, “I hope you don’t have to pee.”

Clint raised an eyebrow. “That’s a pretty small space. Do you think they’ll both fit?”

There was a thud from the back of the Quinjet. “Bloody hell!” came Peggy’s muffled voice, annoyed but breathless.

“The sink takes up a lot of space,” said Natasha. They both stared out the front window for a while. “They aren’t normally this bad,” she said. “Must be the adrenaline. And it’s their first mission together since Steve got frozen.” She tilted her head. “Do you think they were like this back then? Sneaking off to the woods after they blew up a Hydra base back in World War II?”

Clint shrugged. “It’s not really the kind of thing that makes it into the official reports.”

There were a few more muffled noises behind them.

Clint elbowed her. “And you used to try to set him up because you thought he needed to get laid. Are you happy now?”

“I didn’t think I’d have to have a front row seat,” she said. Clint grinned at her, and she sighed. “I know, be careful what you wish for.”

The comms beeped, and both Clint and Natasha leaned forward, eager for a distraction. Tony appeared, eyebrows raised. “Well? Did you get it?” he asked, anxiously.

Natasha nodded. “Mission accomplished. No casualties on our side.”

“ETA three hours,” added Clint.

“Awesome. Bring it all down to the lab when you get here,” said Tony. “Hey, where are Cap and Carter?”

Clint cleared his throat.

Tony looked interested. “What, are they in the bathroom joining the Mile High Club?”

Natasha and Clint looked at each other.

“Oh my God,” said Tony, eyes widening. “They are?”

“I’m pretty sure they were already members,” said Natasha, thoughtfully.

Tony made a face.“This whole thing with Cap and Aunt Peggy is really damaging my delicate psyche.”

“Be glad you’re not here then,” said Natasha, with feeling. “The whole ship’s shaking a little.”

There was another muffled noise from the back. Tony’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, was that Cap? I did not ever need to hear Steve Rogers make a noise like that.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “I thought sex in a Quinjet was something only I would try.”

“But Pepper wouldn’t,” said Natasha. “So you’d have the bathroom to yourself.”

“Ha ha,” said Tony. “See you in a few hours. Hope you have earplugs!” He reached forward and the screen went blank.

“Do we have earplugs?” Natasha asked Clint. “Please tell me we have earplugs.”

Clint grinned and flipped the switches of his hearing aids to their off positions. “Enjoy the flight, Nat!”

Dating Remus Lupin...pt 1 (Ship Request)

Requested by: @theremustohersirius

What it’s like to date Remus Lupin version 1

Note: I’ll make different versions cause Y/N is an individual. Individuals are unique so someone might not really feel that they can relate. So, I’m gonna make as much as I can so that everyone feels included.

This is base on the requester’s ship request:

I’m shy but my close friends know I’m a sarcastic twat with loads of self deprecating humor. I’m a huge book worm, I kinda hoard books. I collect vinyl records and I love my friends to death. My wardrobe consists of big cozy grandpa sweaters and I love everything vintage. I drink LOADS of tea and my friends and family describe me as an old soul 

Originally posted by harry--potter-imagines

  • Lazy days would be so peaceful and quiet. You two would be sitting close to each or laying beside each other, almost cuddling as you read books on your own or even sharing the book you are reading.
  • He allows you to borrow his books. He loves sharing the things he cherishes with you. 
  • You low-key hoard them… not returning at all. Forgetting to return it at all.

Remus: “Whatcha reading?“

Y/N: “This book. I’m rereading it again.“

Remus: “That book looks familiar.“

….observes the book….

Remus: “Hey that’s mine!“

  • Hogsmeade dates includes: buying loads of sweets and chocolates, checking out the vinyl store for muggle and wizard music, book shopping, oversized sweater shopping and even antiquing!!! BUYING TEA!!!!

  • HUGS!!!!

  • KISSES!!! CUTE CHEEK PECKS!!!

  • Not too much PDA, PG rated

  • You two are more private, reserving the most intimate moments alone.

  • You ‘borrow’ his sweaters. “BORROW”. Basically it started out as you being too cold one day and he took of his sweater, leaving him to wear just a shirt. He handed you his sweater and he makes you wear it so you won’t be cold. Now you almost have half of his clothes in your wardrobe.

  • He lets you borrow them. What is the point of saying no to you?

  • Rainy days consist of blankets, books, warm cups of tea, sitting by the fire, and movies.
Cracks~2~Pete Dunne

Originally posted by bssreacts

Part 1

Note : I love Toni Storm so please don’t hate me for what I did. 

@imnobodiesbitch @oreillyskyle @earl-01 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @smolsassynalilsmartassy @helluvawriter @newjapan @spot-of-bother @lip-sync @i-ship-it-okay @kakakatey @frenchfries102301 @broken-coffee-cups @bodhi-black @baybayforlife

You can hear the cheers all around and fans shouting “ you deserve it” as you held the Progress Women Champion to your chest. A sob escapes your lips, looking around. You did it. You’re the champion. Toni who was sitting in the corner with a smile on her face. She was proud to pass the title to you. You deserve it. She knows your going to be a great champion just like her. She gets up making her way to you. 

“ I’m so happy for you” she whispers hugging you tight. Your on your knees, holding the title loosely with your hands. “ Thank you” you mutter back to her, hugging her. Jim who stood next to the ring slipped in, clapping. He was so happy you won. After being out of injury and having the break up with Pete. 

They both raised your hands up before you walked backstage. Even backstage “ you deserve it” chants were heard. Your eyes roamed seeing the smile on Mark Haskins face, to Dahlia jumping up and down and clapping her hands with TK by her side. Travis came up to you and hugged you tight, “ Way to go.” 

Hugging him back thanking him before letting you go. You were surprised seeing Trent and Tyler standing there and clapping. You quickly removed your gaze from them and squealing as Jimmy Havoc picked you up in his arms. 

Pete eyes brightened as he watch you celebrate with your friends, his hair hanging on the side as he stared at you with a smile on his face. 

“ You’re going to be one hell of a champ” he heard Chris Brookes say to you. 

You giggled, hugging him with Kid Lykos hugging you making you three in a sandwich. Your hair was a mess, strands falling out from it and panting hugging everyone. 

The match lasted longer than you thought, and it was one of your favorite matches you have been so far. It was a dream to have an opponent like Toni. Despite your friendship with her, she gave you all she got and you showed her that you were better tonight. 

When you turn to face her, you brought her into your arms hugging her tight turning in circles as everyone continued to clap. Everything was finally going okay, exactly how you wanted. 

But. 

Seeing Pete clapping along wasn’t brightening your night as you thought it would. If anything, it made your night a little darker. You haven’t even spoken to him yet, you watched him in the corner of your eye as he smiled. God, that smile. It seem like every corner, he was there watching you. You’d catch his stare from time to time, hugging person to person, feeling his eye roam everywhere. Along your body to your face then back again. 

He was having a hard time to tell you what he wants. But you, were having a hard time understanding why he keeps looking at you. 

Part of you has hopes that he would try to get you two to talk after everything, even after dodging him for that walk. But Pete thought to himself that you want nothing to do with him, or whatever was going on. 

He was so frustrated as you, and thought you would just give him time, a time for you to talk. He felt the need for his emotions to recollect. 

He wants to talk to you, but you seem too busy being happy that you finally won a title. You catch eyes with him seeing the flicker of sadness in them as you shake him off. You wanted so badly to run into his arms and kiss. 

Maybe he wants to clear the air between you two and talk about everything. That what happened wasn’t suppose to go down like that. Maybe he still loves you as you pretend not to be. 

As the night was over your body felt heavy, dragging itself out to the parking lot dragging your suitcase and your title in your hand. Shoes scrapping against the ground. Your hair was down, stands were getting into your face. Stopping and fishing out your phone from your back pocket squinting at the glowing of the time. 

Your fingers scrolled down the notifications you had, a groan escapes your throat reading the text from Eddie that he has already left and you need to catch another ride. You just wanted to get something to eat and get some sleep, and wake up the next morning feeling like a new person. You needed food right now, your stomach growled as you let out a huff. 

“ Yeh okay?” 

The familiar voice made you jump, head whipping around meeting the eyes of Trent, your ex friend you should say. His head was titled and his eyebrow raised and you could see half of his face from the light shining just above you two. He hasn’t talked to you in so long. You had missed him, dearly but with the whole Pete thing, he drifted himself away from you. 

“ Fine, long night” you nodded responding to him and give him a shrug. You spotted two figures walking behind him talking to one another. You really didn’t want to be here right now. Another figure joined them, by Pete’s side taking his hand. It was her. 

She was the reason you lost Pete in the first place with the lack of trust since she came back into his life. Things started to crack between you two and now here you were.

Trent nodded, seeming to buy your lie or excuse you were making as your eyes went back to him. He could hear the three behind him, his face soften seeing a change in your eyes hearing their voices. 

“ Do yeh need a ride?” 

He repeated the question when he didn’t hear you answer him. 

“ Uh.” you cleared your throat as you shrugged in response, feeling uncomfortable. The three has already came up besides Trent, glancing at you. Your body suddenly jolted with being more awake. 

“ I don’t know…” 

Trent chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He realizes how difficult and awkward it might be since you haven’t talk to one another for months. Getting in the car, it would be sort of weird. 

“ Does she have to?” She questioned. Your nose flared at her question, rolling your eyes. But they couldn’t see that, it was dark outside. 

“ She doesn’t have one,” Tyler says giving you a smile. “ Everyone has left mostly, it’s just us, Y/N and some crew men” he added. 

You nodded looking around at the almost empty parking lot. You had hardly notices the pout on her lips and Pete’s frown as you nodded your head.Trent took your bags from you but you held the title closely to you being protective over it. Pete smirked, before opening the door of the car. She went in first along with Pete after. Tyler took the passenger seat. You grumbled sitting down next to him, letting the pain from your feet sooth a little.

You sighed looking out the window, head leaning on it. Everything was quite around you, no conversation was made as Trent got into the driver seat starting the car. You ran a hand through your hair as you glanced around the car. Tyler was scrolling through his phone in the front while Pete was somewhat cuddling with her, well she was leaning her head against his shoulder and he was looking ahead. 

“ Are yeh hungry champ?” Tyler asks, looking at you. You nodded your head, humming a “ mhm” to him. Your emotions were all over the place at the moment from winning the title tonight to have Pete sitting besides you. Couldn’t  he have drove or sat in the front?

Five of you got something to eat, whole you chewed on your food, your eyes scanned the place locking eyes with Pete who sat across from you. His hair hung messy on the side of his face, he wore a T-shirt, a faded color one. His tongue pocked out from his lips as his eyes returned your stare. 

You felt frozen in place, the world around you had stopped. Suddenly you coughed on the good you were trying to swallow from feeling Pete’s foot playing with your underneath the table. Reaching for your water and taking a gulp from it, heart beating fast as he winked at you. 

“ What are you doing?” you mouth to him, capping back your water and putting it down. His eyes flicker between his food and to you, shaking the vegan burger in your face. 

He pointed to his mouth which he was chewing on motioning his was eating. You gave him a look like are you serious right now. He chuckled a bit, you rolled your eyes at him. 

The other three has been focusing on what was happening between you and Pete. Looking to you and then at Pete. 

He leans back into his chair, “ ‘m eating, what does it look like t’ yeh?” he says once swallowing his food. “ Yeh have been avoidin’ me and I need t’ talk to yeh. I want t’ talk t’ yeh. Not around these three, yeh know..” He motions to Trent, Tyler and her. 

“ And what I don’t want to?” You knew at some point that you have to come face to face with him and talk about things. You have hurt each other more than you could count, but you also have loved each other, and had a relationship like no there. You were sure he loved you as much as you did. 

He was gone more than you thought he would. Going to the states for WWE while you were at Progress. He was spending more time with Trent and Tyler. He wasn’t at the apartment like he used to at the beginning. Never really taking you out to diner or spending a day with you. He never called to see how you were doing. A text or two a day. That was it. It felt like he was barley trying in the relationship. The only time when it felt like you two were together was when he held you at night. It felt like the love he had for you vanished, like that one night where you two ended things. 

But here is he is, sitting in a T-shirt with his hair perfectly hanging on the side of his face. His mouth in a small smile, his eyes shining bright at you. It felt like this was the Pete that should of been fighting for you all along. This was the soft side of him. The Pete that you loved. The one that would protect you from any harm, the one that would tolerate your pouting and love your cooking.  The Pete that made sure you stayed happy. 

“ Stop lyin’ He shakes his head as he glances down at his food, taking another bite. You wonder if his heart was racing like yours from being this close even if it’s a table keeping you two part. You wondered if he focused on your scent, the one he used to love, if he noticed the way your lips moved at each word you said. He used to look at them and want to kiss them. You wondered if he had the same affect on you as he did for you. 

“ What? I’m not” you shook your head, the edge of your lips turning up hearing him chuckle again. He doesn’t look like the Pete Dunne that fans see every day with the snarl and biting fingers. He was softer. 

“ I’m not!” 

“ Then why are yeh nose scrunched up?” He asks with amusement on his face as he took another bite of his food, “ It’s yeh thing when yeh lie”

“ Fuck off” it sounded like you were offended but you were not. It was the calming of your voice the way you said it to him with a hint of smile on your lips. 

“ Maybe I scrunch it because I think your disgusting” 

He rolled his eyes, reaching over flicking your nose like he used to. Your whole body freezes at the contact of his finger brushing your nose, eyes wide. Your eyes meet his, only to see him staring back at you. 

“ Yeh never thought like tha’ of me Y/N. Yeh emotions won’t let yeh” You knew you had to say something back to him, something to ease the tension, but at that moment, it felt like everything collapsed around you. 

“ Okay, that’s enough for one night” Her voice cut off the moment between you standing up taking Pete’s hand leading him out of his chair. He took his arm away, glaring at her. 

“ ‘m not done” she pouts saying something to him, and reaches to kiss him but he pushes her away shaking his head. “ Go in the car” He mumbles to her. She grumbles and whines. Trent and Tyler both get up taking her into the car as she wiggles in their grasps leaving you and Pete alone. 

Your heart picks up when he sits back down and you feel his hand on top of yours. Your skin feeling on fire underneath his palm. 

His fingers dipped to the side slowly sliding with your, but his thumb stroking your knuckles as he gripped your hand in his. 

“ Yeh miss me, I know” his voice is gentle and soft, hearing it make your heart flutter, your hand slips out of his going up to his arm to his face. 

“ The apartment doesn’t feel the same anymore, I can barely function and I know you miss me too. Nothing is okay anymore, not without you by my side” 

“ I do miss yeh so much” he nods “ But yeh and I hurt each other” he adds. It felt like everyone at the diner vanished and it was just you an Pete. It was like he was slowly slipping into the cracks of your heart. 

“ You broke me Peter” 

“ I know, things ended up not like it was suppose t’” He mumbles, nodding his head again. “ We said thing we didn’t mean t’ one another, and I want yeh t’ tell me what I did wrong. We don’t have t’ talk today, just please Y/N. I need t’ talk to yeh. With everythin’ we had” 

You were so torn sitting here with him, one half of you is telling yourself it’s a good idea to talk to him and the other is telling you to leave. You were so scared to be close to him, you didn’t want him to see you crumble. You were barley making it day by day, let alone he torn you apart, mentally and psychically. 

You loved Pete, with all your heart, with every bone in you. It was the most overwhelming feeling that you ever felt. From the moment you first saw him to the first time you two kissed. You couldn’t picture yourself with any other man but him. Making the choice it has to be the most painful, imaginable chose the sits in your head all day reminding of the man that slipped through your fingers. 

Your heart still belonged to Pete. The pain was worth and being away from him was the worst you ever felt in your life. Your head slowly nodded, most shut and your hand moving down his face. 

“ Alright” 

“ Yes?” you nodded again. His face is leaning into your touch, and a small fainted smile spread on his lips making your heart flutter. It was one of your favorite smiles of his, your own lips twitched upwards.

“ Yes” you mumble, his smile widen. You pull your hand away leaning back into your chair. 

“ Thanks” He says, you look back up at him, nodding again. Your heart has calmed down as a comforting silence comes between the two of you. 

You look outside to see there was no longer the car that you were in. Looks like they left you two, alone. 

“ Asshole 1 and 2 left us, you know?” you blurted out as you watch him pause in taking another bite off his head. He quickly turns to look outside the window seeing no car there. He grumbles underneath his breath. 

“ How are we suppose t’ get t’ the hotel?” He asks. You shrugged, not really answering him. 

“ Maybe get a taxi?” you said quietly. “ I need sleep” you yawned. Pete nodded, his eyes shifting around. He stood up, placing some cash on the table before glancing up at you. 

“ Let’s go” His voice brought you out of your tiredness state, checking if you were okay as he grabs your wrist helping you up. 

“Thanks” you nodded, slipping you wrist out of his grasp. Even though you missed his touch, it wasn’t the time yet. 

“ ‘m goin’ t’ call a taxi, okay?” He asks as he fishes out his phone from his pocket, “ Give me five minutes.” You nod as you watch him dial a phone number before talking on the phone. You admire his back, the way his hair was messy a bit and he did have a nice ass. 

His scent filled your nose, as he came to wrap an arm around you. You waited with him before a taxi drove up. The two of you got in silently. The drove there was quite. It was nice to be around him again, but things weren’t really okay just yet between the two of you.

When you get back to the hotel, it was a quite see you later, feeling his eyes on you as you went inside. Before you slip inside, you turn your head sending him a small smile. 

Pete Dunne was something else. He meant a whole lot to you and he was the bandaid to your cracked heart. 

Even though he was the one who broke it. 

The next morning rolled around, your body was sore. The only feeling you had was in your feet as you sipped your tea scrolling through your phone. Your mind was full of everything, and emotions being turned off and on, and it was nice for awhile. 

You glance up feeling someone looking at you with a burning gaze. Your eyes register to who was standing in front of you. It was her. 

“ Hi!” she happily beamed at you seeing she had your attention. You were surprised that she was talking to you. “ Can I help you?” 

She wasn’t quite the woman that you would make friends with, she was pretty and okayish.  “ You’re enjoying your tea?” she asks, sitting down in front of you. You hadn’t expect her to sit down and talk to you. She didn’t like you as much. 

“ Uh, yes..” 

“ Can I ask you something?” Her hair was over her shoulder, she moved it to the other seeming nervous or something on her mind. “ You and Pete? What’ going on?”

This didn’t catch you off guard. Does she know you two are exes? Did Pete tell her? Your mind completely went dim. You weren’t sure what she was asking, let alone a right answer to tell her. Were there something going on between you and Pete? Is there going to be? 

“ Nothing, why?”

“ Oh so you two aren’t getting back together?” She smiles, pleased to hear your answer. “ It’s just I was going to ask him to be my boyfriend, do  you think I should?” 

“ So you two aren’t dating yet?’ She shook her head. “ I see” you nod, sipping your tea. You really wanted to slap the smile off her face and throw her across the room. 

“ Sure”

You didn’t really sound too sure about it, but you couldn’t bring to tell her that Pete has feelings for you once again. But Pete wasn’t yours, not anymore. That door has closed for months now.

“ I’m sorry, I know you two have history” She pouts, feeling sorry for you. “ It’s just maybe he wants something new, like me.” 

You wanted to tell her that she wasn’t right for Pete, Pete wasn’t her type. The room felt suffocating, the air becoming thinner as you nodded to her words, just wanting her to leave you alone so you could cry in silence. 

“ He’s gorgeous, plus I’ve heard he french kisses really good, Toni told me the details”

Your body froze, movement sopping as your walls crumbled. Toni. Your friend Toni. She was one of your closest friends. She hooked up with Pete. That can’t be right. She promised you that she would never even go near him. 

“ Excuse me?” you asked, not believing what you just heard. Your jaw clenched and arms folded across your chest, as if you were holding a wall for her to not notice how upset you were by this information. 

“ Yeah, Toni Storm, the previous champion. They hooked up a few times, she told me how good he was in bed too. But this was the time when he dated someone” 

The pain in your chest exploded as you felt tears coming, looking away from her to shield your face. How could he? How could she? 

He was with her and he was with you. 

It felt like you couldn’t breath, the pressure was coming too much. You knew deep down that he couldn’t be faithful. He was Pete Dunne. Your heart never believed he truly could be with one woman. All the things he told you, and how much he loved you.

It was a lie. From the start. 

Your hands shook, tears streaming down your cheeks and nose flaring as you struggled to talk to her. Shooting out of your seat in anger, leaving your tea and her in confusion rushing out to the hallway. 

You felt like you were going to throw up, you wanted to scream and beat the living hell out of Pete and Toni. If losing Pete hurt, hearing from someone else that he heated on you felt like your heart broke to pieces again. 

Your skin felt warm and you were filled with embarrassment. You lost it as soon as you got back into your room sobbing as you hide your face with your hands. 

You were in shock that he would do this to you and with Toni, your friend. Was she prettier than you? What did she have that you didn’t?

Your heart broke all over again, into small pieces. When you closed your eyes, you could hear Toni laughing at how stupid you are for not seeing Pete and her, together. You could see his lips on her and his smiles against her skin. You could hear her name leaving his lips. 

You felt like you were sick, bile rising in your throat as you raced to the bathroom. You couldn’t handle this. You felt drained and beaten down. You took your phone from your back pocket and dialing his number. 

He picked up on the second ring. 

“ Fuck you Peter Dunne, I fucking hate you and I hope you rot in hell. Don’t even talk to me or even glance at me ever again” 

The words were filled with hate, disgust and heartbreak, cutting off what Pete wanted to say ending the call. You sank against the bathtub, tears falling down your cheek letting out a whimper rubbing the back of your sleeve as you felt drained, closing your eyes sinking to the floor.

All I Ask of You Part 2 (Bucky Barnes X Reader High School AU TBT Special)

Part 1

Note: This is the final part! Honestly, this got much better reviews than I thought it would…huh. Okay, well, I promise the next thing I post is probably gonna be angsty af. Unless I decide to post a different fic, but I swear to you, I have something that will break your heart. Anyway, yeah uh

Warning: I can’t write poetry for shit. Just a little pre-warning there. Also, in the famous words of a certain Star-Spangled sweetheart: Language.

And that was exactly how it happened. I got out of class earlier than I thought and jogged over to the theater room to get ready for practice to find Tony there with another girl; Virginia Potts. Great name, too. I was, to say the least, hurt and pissed.

“T-Tony?” I stammered, tears already pinching at my eyes.

He released Virginia, or Pepper, as most called her and looked at me with a face that said: ‘Oh shit.’ “(Y/N), this isn’t what it looks like!”

“What does it look like, Tony?” I choked, disappointed in him.

“Uh-”

I didn’t bother sticking around to hear his dumb excuse and immediately turned back toward the dance/ballet room to find Nat. Our director noticed me leaving and tried to stop me, but I ignored them. They turned to Bucky for answers and he explained quickly, though I didn’t catch much of what he said.

Tony chased after me and caught me by the door to the dance room, “(Y/N)!”

“Leave me alone, Tony.”

“What, like you left Bucky alone the other night?” He asked threateningly.

I turned to him furiously, “Excuse me?!”

He scoffed, “Yeah, I know about your little ‘platonic bed sharing’, which is complete bullshit, by the way.”

“How the hell do you know about that?” I questioned him.

He snorted, “I have my ways.”

“You’re honestly freaking out about me sharing a bed with my best friend when you’re the one who was just making out with some- some slut?!” I tried to bring logic into the argument, though Tony would never listen to that.

“A dude best friend!”

“Yes, my best friend, because we can’t afford two beds unlike some people who are so rich they just have money spilling out of their ass!” I roared, “If you’re so worried about that then why don’t you just go ahead and buy me another bed, you know? Then again, you haven’t done anything for me in the first place!” I stopped there when I saw Nat burst open the door into the hallway.

“Well, you, (Y/N)-!”

Natasha cut him off, “You better back the fuck off, Stark, before I make you.”

Tony growled, “I can talk to my girlfriend.”

“Not when you treat her like shit.” She retorted, “Besides, I have best friend rights, so back. Off.”

So, he left and Nat immediately enveloped me in a hug. I tried to keep from sobbing, but it didn’t work. “I screwed up, Nat.”

“No, (Y/N). Tony screwed up, doing that to you.”

“But I- I shared a bed with Bucky and he’s my boyfriend and that’s not right-” I stammered, trying to keep my composure.

“(Y/N)-”

“Nat.” A voice from down the hall said. It was Bucky. “Don’t.”

Nat sighed, “Goddamn, Bucky, impeccable timing as always.”

“If we’re gonna do this, we gotta do this the right way.” Bucky started, pulling me from Nat to give me a hug when he approached. “(Y/N), we gotta tell you something that’s very important to us and you’re not gonna like it, but please hear us out. That’s all Nat is asking and that’s all I’m asking of you.”

I nodded shakily and sat down against the wall, where they soon joined me. Natasha started, “We don’t think Tony is right for you.”

Bucky interrupted, “You knew that already, but what we’re trying to say is that we want to show you how we see him; how he really is. I know you really like him and that can blind your judgment. Trust me, I know.” We shared a knowing gaze.

I nodded, nervous, “Okay, I’ll listen.”

Natasha sighed, “You know those quotes I’ve been piling on you? Well, imagine if Bucky said them to you.” She nodded at him.

He sighed, “I don’t mean any of these things, okay, (Y/N)?”

I nodded and Natasha groaned, “Just get on with it.”

He rolled his eyes and started off the list of horrible things that Tony had said. Every single one made me tear up more, so I stopped him, “I-I see now. I’m sorry you guys…”

“It’s fine, (Y/N).” Bucky said as we started a cheesy group hug, “Love is blind and makes us do stupid things.”

Despite their comforting, I was still afraid of Tony and what he could do to me now that he was angry. It didn’t help that he was a genius and rich. He had many outlets, so the possibilities were endless.

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“You didn’t love her, asshole because you don’t destroy the things you love!”

“Don’t make a girl fall for you if you have no intention of catching her!”

“However do you keep yourself from choking on that constant flow of bullshit coming out of your mouth? You’re amazing!”

“Feed your own ego, I’m busy.”

“If I treated you the way you treated her, you would hate me.”

“How about fixing yourself instead of breaking others? Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

“Why hurt a girl who never hurt you?”

“There are two sides to every story, but you’re a douche in both of them.”

“Your loss, jerk.”

“Congratulations, now I hate you.”

My friends repeated many of these phrases to Tony over the next few days, though I begged them to stop. He may have deserved it, but it wasn’t their right to carry out the punishment. Unfortunately for them, he was persistent, ignoring their taunts and trying to speak to me repeatedly. Bucky and Tony often got into yelling matches over how he treated me and should move on. Bucky was a good friend; one of the best.

In fact, the night of the show, he brought me roses beforehand. To be more specific, he left them there for me to find with a sweet note.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I hate sappy poems

And so do you

So I’ll cut the crap

And just be serious

You’re an amazing person

Albeit pretty mischievous

You’re the kindest girl I know

Despite what you’d like to think

You just go with the flow

Without even a blink

I admire you as friend

Possibly even more

I hope we won’t end

As you and Tony did before

Just let me stay here

With you forever

No need to fear,

That’s all I ask of you.

    I blushed at the sight of the note. Bucky? Really? How long…?

    “I see he finally grew some balls.” Nat, whom I had forgotten was there, commented, reading the poem over my shoulder. “Took him 8 years.” She scoffed, walking across the dressing room to peek out the door.

    “E-Eight years?” I asked. Wow, I was oblivious. Even more so than I had thought.

    Natasha snorted, “Yup. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to pull something tonight on stage, though he probably won’t do it without some visual confirmation.”

    “Are you implying something?” I asked carefully, wondering if she was thinking with the dirty side of her mind.

    “Ew, no.” She gagged, “I mean like a look. You two basically speak through body language and signals, so you’ll be fine.”

    “What about-?”

    Nat sighed, “(Y/N), Tony doesn’t matter anymore. You can move on without feeling guilty. He screwed up, not you, (Y/N). And now Bucky can make a move without feeling guilty, too.”

    “He felt guilty?” If I had known, I would’ve stopped things with Tony earlier, to be honest.

    Natasha nodded, “All the time. When you weren’t with Tony, you fawned over him and Bucky was worried you two wouldn’t stay best friends if he told you the truth. He was always so paranoid, even though I told him you wouldn’t reject him. In fact, the only thing he ever asked me was to never tell you how he felt.”

    “You should’ve!” I protested.

    She shrugged, “How do you refuse the one request you’ve ever gotten from a person? Seems kind of rude.”

    I was silent.

    “5 minutes to places, you guys! Let’s do this!” I heard someone call. I looked to Natasha, who slipped out of the backstage area quietly, as she wasn’t supposed to be back there for so long.

    I took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror. I could do this. I could do the show and I could face Bucky, as well as Tony. I knew exactly what I would say, with my eyes, to Bucky during the show and I knew that he was my other half.

    He was my best friend, one of the few people who knew about my past and understood me. He related to me and took care of me for 8 years. He was sweet and kind, daring and brash at times, too. In that moment before stepping onto the stage, I realized that Bucky Barnes was the one.

    The first time I spotted him during the show, I locked eyes with him, hoping he would get it. He gave no reaction and started his verse of the song. Unfortunately, I think he was confused and, frankly, so was I.

    Finally, the time came for All I Ask of You and I crossed my fingers that he would be able to decipher what I was trying to say.

    “No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears. I’m here. Nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you.” Bucky never broke eye contact while holding my arm gently in front of the hundreds of parents, students, staff, and others in the auditorium. “Let me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. I’m here, with you, beside you to guard you and to guide you.”

    I stepped back a little, keeping eye contact, basically staring into his soul. “Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. That’s all I ask of you.” How ironic that we were singing this song, considering Bucky repeated that phrase frequently, or at least something similar to it.

    “Let me be your shelter. Let me be your light. You’re safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.” As he nodded slightly, I could tell he was speaking of my father and Tony. Were those fears really that far behind me?

    “All I want is freedom, a world with no more night. And you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” I followed the blocking, turning to look at him after walking away. This time though, instead of glancing down at my feet, I stared right at him. I hoped he got the message.

    “Then say,” He belted out the words, surprising me a little with how loudly he sang. Bucky had never really sung that loudly in practice, much less in front of a crowd. “You’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go, too. Christine, that’s all I ask of you.”

    “Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning. Say you love me-” I hoped he wouldn’t glance away like he usually did at the next line.

    “You know I do.” Bucky stared right at me, showing just a glimpse of a smile.

    “Anywhere you go let me go, too! Love me, that’s all I ask of you.” We held the last note and I smiled brightly at remembering the next part.

    Bucky swept me around so that he held me in his arms, though his back was to the audience. He leaned in as if to kiss me and, instead of a staged kiss, actually pressed his lips to mine. I swear that sparks flew.

    The crowd burst into applause, but only because it was the end of the song. With their view of the kiss, it looked fake to them. Only the cast backstage could see that it was a real kiss. From my peripheral vision, I noticed many of them gawking, while some seemed nonchalant about the whole thing as if they had expected it. Only one person had a different reaction and only one looked pissed as hell.

    Tony Stark was not happy.

    To be honest, though, I couldn’t care less. Bucky would take care of me and I him, as best I could. I deserved better than Tony, I realized. He was a dirty, lying, cheat who didn’t give a damn about who he hurt. That would be his downfall, in the end.

    The rest of the show was smooth, though afterward was not quite so nice. Tony had been glaring at Bucky and I, who had basically been silently holding hands backstage and onstage the entire time, for the entire show. When the show was over, the entire cast could finally speak, as we were told to be quiet backstage before.

    I sighed after curtain call and Bucky echoed my relief. I turned to him, “Eight years? Really?”

    He shrugged, blushing. “Since I met you.”

    “You are too cute when you’re flustered.” I teased.

    He rolled his eyes, “You’re the only one who can get me flustered, you know.”

    “I know.” I smirked devilishly, “I revel in it.”

    “Nice vernacular there.”

    “Why thank you.”

    There was a moment of silence before he spoke, “So, what now?”

    I shrugged, “I dunno. Wherever you wanna go with this, I’ll go, too.”

    “Christine,” We sang together, smiling. “That’s all I ask of you.”

    We laughed before another voice said, “How cute.” Mockingly.

    I turned with a new fury at the voice, “Oh, fuck off, Tony, I’m done with your shit.”

    He looked a little startled at my words. “My shit? Talk about ‘platonic bed-sharing.’”

    Bucky stepped in, “You try living with one income between two growing teens with insatiable appetites. See how many beds you can afford then.”

    Tony rolled his eyes, “Look, whatever. I didn’t come here to argue.”

    “Then why did you come, Tony?” I asked, crossing my arms.

    “To give you a warning.” He threatened, “I’m not gonna give you another chance, (Y/N). You go with him, you give up on me.”

    I scoffed, “Wow, how could I never see how full of yourself you are? I honestly couldn’t care less. I don’t need you and I sure as hell don’t want you anymore.”

    He grew furious, “You-!”

    Bucky stepped in front of me. “You heard her, Stark. Move on.”

    So, he left.

    Bucky turned to me, “I’m really glad he’s gone.”

    I sighed with relief, “Me too.” I smiled. “Home?”

    “Home.”


    “Think we should replace the roses with the ones you gave me?”

    “I think that’s a great idea.”

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murder, she wrote starters #1

notes: feel free to change pronouns, etc. to make it fit if needed. this show aired from mid 80′s to the 90′s & is a whodunit show so this will contain references to murder, theft, affairs, & many similar topics.

  • ❛i didn’t steal it!
  • ❛[name]! [name], you in there?
  • ❛there’s something I want you to see.❜
  • ❛by recognizing what she had been, what how much she had meant to me, well, it was a way of keeping her alive in my heart.❜
  • ❛well, with, uh, your permission, i’d like to excuse myself.❜
  • ❛i killed him❜
  • ❛he could pick a fight over anything.❜
  • ❛all those years of taking his orders and sacrificing whatever kind of life she might have been able to make for herself.❜
  • ❛take a look, [name].❜
  • ❛wrong? my facts are never wrong. ❜
  • ❛well, tonight you are a professional nincompoop!
  • ❛[name], be quiet.❜
  • ❛and naturally we’re all very relieved that [name] has been cleared. ❜
  • ❛i just find it very hard to believe.❜
  • ❛i’m sure they were here last night.❜
  • ❛well, perhaps so, but humor me.❜
  • ❛that is very insulting.❜
  • ❛well, unlike my [family member], I haven’t got anything to hide.❜
  • ❛is that an invitation?
  • ❛i’m not particularly proud of what I had to do to earn that money, but I did it.❜
  • ❛don’t ever touch me like that again.❜
  • ❛you don’t seem exactly broken up over [name]’s death.❜
  • ❛if I love him, how can I justify spying on him?
  • ❛but I can live without you.❜
  • ❛just how intimate a wedding will this be?
  • ❛i got hung up at the office, and traffic’s brutal.❜
  • ❛i’m sorry honey, i can’t make it.❜
  • you’ve always read me like a book, haven’t you?
  • ❛you know how they say there’s nothing quite so romantic as san francisco after dark? i wouldn’t know.❜ 
  • ❛yesterday, i met him for breakfast, and he had these circles under his eyes, and he smelled like perfume.❜ 
  • ❛you made the deal for him.❜ 
  • ❛he just wants some freedom to explore a few more things.❜
  • ❛now I’m getting stubborn.❜ 
  • ❛[name], so delighted you could join us this evening.❜ 
  • ❛how could [name] afford to bring her to a place like this?❜ 
  • ❛i didn’t know you were here tonight.❜ 
  • ❛you’re really beautiful.❜ 
  • ❛[name], have you noticed there’s something a little strange about this place?❜ 
  • ❛you can take my purse, and you can search me.❜ 
  • ❛well, i mean, i walked past the open door, and i saw her him standing over [name] with the gun.❜ 
  • ❛i haven’t slept all night, and i’m tired.❜ 
  • ❛i, too, have been up all night, and i have got jet lag on top of it.❜ 
  • ❛he was dead when I walked in.❜ 
  • ❛well, I’d like to believe that.❜
  • ❛[name] would’ve understood that.❜
  • ❛look, i don’t know how to explain this, but i wanna be a performer, and i knew if i didn’t give it a shot, a real shot, that i’d be miserable and so would my [marriage/relationship].❜ 
  • ❛i was gonna quit before [name] got out here. ❜
  • ❛he wouldn’t let me quit. he knew i was broke, so he held back on my wages.❜
  • ❛we’ve only had one killer in our family and the redcoat shot first.❜
  • ❛uh, I’m still waiting for the results.❜
  • ❛now we’re getting somewhere.❜
  • ❛what is it about that woman that makes me nervous?
  • ❛naturally, all contracts will be honored. 
  • ❛let me worry about that.❜ 
  • that’s a shame about this whole thing.❜
  • ❛forgive me for interrupting you.❜
  • ❛always so organized.❜
  • ❛frankly, [name], i don’t know how I could ever run this club without you, but I’m gonna try.❜
  • ❛i really appreciate this now that I’m on a budget.❜
  • ❛i wouldn’t tell a soul.❜ 
  • ❛thanks for the lift.❜
  • ❛and don’t worry. i won’t say a word about what you’ve told me.❜
  • ❛oh, darling, don’t pout.❜
  • ❛i thought we should get our stories straight.❜ 
  • ❛i was about to ask you the same question.❜ 
  • ❛you don’t know how much better i feel now that we’ve talked.❜ 
  • ❛that means he didn’t fire the gun.❜ 
  • ❛i’m so happy to see that you’re satisfied.❜ 
  • ❛i mean, what the hell is going on here?❜ 
  • ❛what’s this lady trying to suggest?❜ 
  • ❛well, that’s my office persona.❜ 
  • ❛it was not an accident.❜ 
  • ❛do please accept my condolences.❜ 
  • ❛we were very close.❜ 
  • ❛oh, am I interrupting? ❜ 
  • ❛[name] take it easy.❜ 
  • ❛i think we oughta postpone the wedding.❜ 
  • ❛i thought marriage was supposed to be for better or worse. ❜ 
  • ❛darling, i just can’t ask you to tie yourself to me with all this hanging over my head.❜
  • ❛but you’re innocent!❜ 
  • ❛won’t that noise disturb you?
  • ❛right now, i could sleep through armageddon.❜ 
  • ❛we are going to get to the bottom of this.❜
  • ❛these are police photographs. where did you get them?❜ 
  • ❛i knew you were trouble as soon as i saw you.❜ 
  • ❛what was I gonna do? spend the rest of my life workin'in this rinky-dink club?❜ 
  • ❛i’m sorry about all the problems.❜
  • ❛i got big news for ya, baby.❜ 
  • ❛well, i don’t usually give advice, but in this case, i say go for it.❜
Love For All Season~Kol Mikaelson ~2

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“ You can’t kill Klaus. Not yet, first step is saving my friends” Davina walked into the room holding a grimoire in her hands.  She opened it searching until coming to the page, “ I need to break Klaus’s sire bond first then you can do whatever you want to him.” 

Mikael chuckled darkly, Luna turned her gaze towards to the younger witch. 

“ Let’s have some fun and we will make sure Klaus will be erased” 

“ That’s what I like to hear” Mikael smirked.


Humming to a tune as she made her way down the street of music playing the streets twirling her necklace with her fingers as her eyes laid onto a guy. He was pretty cute. Had his hands in his pockets as he looked around, she made her way over to him.

“ You look like your having fun” she chuckled. Her voice brought the guys attention to look down at her. She was small compared to him but her eyes captivated him. They were hazel with a tint of green in them. She was a pretty sight, he thought. 

There was something about her that looked off though. 

“ Luna Knight” she introduced herself. 

“ Kaleb” he nods, greeting her back. 


 Marseilles, France 1001

A young Luna Knight running through her cottage laughing as she was chased by her father Gregory Knight. She was merely 12 years old when it happened. Her father’s cries in pain brought her to a stop, she turned around seeing her father on fire yelling for mercy.

The villagers came out to see the horror happening, her mother and sister came out of the small house seeing the horror. 

“ Daddy!” Her sister Ivy yelled running to the fire, weeping for her father. Her mother stared at Luna in horror. Luna’s eyes turned into dark red like the color of the flames.

She had been banished from her own village begging her mother and sister that she wanted to be with them. But none of the villagers would have it, they band her from stepping foot there once more. 

She was left alone until she met the next year a man. A man that was named Mikael Mikaelsson who came to save her. He brought her to his wife Ester, where she was taught to control her power. 

This is the start where the most powerful witch was born. Luna Knight was darkness with red blood pouring like a waterfall. 


Mikael paced the room as Davina and Luna held hands chanting the spell that would unlink Klaus from Davina’s friends. Mikael was growing impatient and it was bothering him that the most powerful witch couldn’t do the spell in a snap. 

“ How long does it take you two to do unlinking spell?” he spatted at the two. Luna glared up at him, “ If your going to keep pacing like that and mumbling then we won’t get no where or do you want me to send you back where you came from?”

Mikael growled. 

He couldn’t place a finger on Luna because he knew who she was and what she was capable.

“ I know you want to kill Klaus but first we must save my friends. We have Esther grimoire. So be quite!” Davina glared over at him. 

Nothing was working so far and Mikael was growing impatient with the two girls. 

Luna new the originals back when she was a little girl. Her favorite was Kol out of all of them. Elijah was over protective of her. Klaus had a temper. Rebekah was her secret telling buddy. Kol was playful with her. Finn always read something to her. Mikael treated her like she was one of his until he found out that Klaus wasn’t his child. Esther was like a mother she never had, a mother that taught her well. 

Esther made Luna into the most powerful witch that anyone could cross paths with. Until she fell to sleep by Esther, she wanted to protect Luna from Klaus’s harm. Luna used to be close to Mikael, he thought by killing Luna, Mikael would fall to hie knees for Klaus. 

But he was wrong. 

in the house that moves | pt.2

pairing: reader x young k

genre: howl’s moving castle au

word count: 2,563

summary: a common thief meets a man beyond belief

previous: pt.1

note: so another part to this au has arrived, feedback is greatly appreciated! happy reading :’)

He was not as intimidating as you thought, in fact, Kang Younghyun, the young wizard who took you in for a price, was rather a ridiculous being. Your brows creased at your initial thoughts of him, you were frightened, scared to be in the presence of a real wizard and trapped in his flying home but after spending a few days with him you wished you could take back the silly feeling of fear.

Younghyun was prideful, irresponsible and flirted with every pretty woman he laid his eyes on.

He was truly the ridiculous male and these weren’t just your own opinions. You found out there was one other resident of the moving home who shared the same views.

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Waverly and Nicole’s Infinite Roadtrip Pt.1

Note: Just another one of those Social Media AUs but I’m going to try to dedicate this blog to that. This will be a series of Social Media posts (Mostly IG if I dont get too lazy maybe I’ll make something else LOL) documenting Nicole and Waverly’s Roadtrip. Could be AU if you put it in the current timeline or canon if you think of it as a future trip after the curse is broken (also depending on how the series goes but for now it’s canon).I also added some OC’s but they’re pretty generic just to add diversity to the comments cause I cant keep up with who’s still alive in Purgatory cause most of the characters they introduce die…Also,this is my answer to fanfic really cause I have all these Ideas but I’m a terrible writer so…Yeah I hope I get a story through…If not,well ate least there are pretty wayhaught pictures (and maybe smutty gifs too in the future).LOL too much rambling haha anyway…Hope you enjoy it!

Part 1. Shows the day before they leave Purgatory and the first 3 days of their trip.


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Season of HeartBreak~ Kenny Omega ~2

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He wasn’t just a best friend in your eyes anymore, there was more than that. You weren’t his to begin with. 

He found happiness with someone else. You dialed the familiar number, when he picked up the phone the first words coming out of your mouth was, “ I’m drunk,” you slurred, sitting against a brick wall. 

“ I am just so dandy right now,” you continued. 

“ Don’t go anymore, where are you?” he asks, concern behind his voice. You could hear a door open and close. 

“ At a bar with neon light,” you tell him. “ You know the one with a fruit or a tree or whatever it is next to the A, you know? That one” you nodded your head smiling. “ The place where we had that kiss. The accident kiss.” 

“ Stay there,” he says. “ I am coming to get you, don’t go anywhere else. Okay?”

“ Sure father,” you answered with sarcasm rolling your eyes. Kenny wasn’t just someone who broke your heart, you wanted to disconnect all connections from him. It’s only going to get worse and you know it. 

When Kenny finds you, he sighs to himself watching as you down the familiar bottle of booze, jacket over one shoulder, you hair knotty to the side with make up smeared. 

“ Time to go, “ he mumbles, taking the bottle from your hands and lips.
“ No Kenny,” you grip on it, whining. “ I’m not done…”

“ Yes, you are,” he tells you and there is a slight change in his eyes and voice. He gets you up, and you can’t even form any words to tell him. Not a word was said as he pushes you into the cab he got out of, not even a word when he takes you back to your house. He takes the keys without a word from your purse helping you inside. 

“ Go” he mutters opening the door. You turn to face him, scowling at him. Kenny just rolls his eyes as he gently pushes you inside.

“ Stop it,” you say glaring at him. Kenny shoots you a glare that could kill if it could, one of those looks that kinda scared you when he was like that. You stumble inside, “ Why do I have to go inside?”

“ Because I said so” he says, slightly his voice rising. He shuts the door behind the both of you, and stand there for a while in silence while he thinks of what to say to you. Why was he here with you? He had a girlfriend to get to.. that moment when you ran out, you left Kenny confused. Had he done something wrong? He couldn’t place what was wrong with you. 

“ Kenny” you whimper. He sighs making his way over to you, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, in between your eyebrows.

 Your hands rest on his chest as he holds you in his arms. 

“ I’m here Y/N, Kenny’s here”

A sob escapes your mouth as you bury your face in his neck, his arms wrap around you rubbing your back up and down to sooth you. 

Kenny guide you to your room and he struggles with tugging your dress off, averting his eyes from time to time. You nearly fall back when he helps you out of the dress, stepping out of it.

“ Sit; he says, his hands holding the dress you had on. You sat on the bed, he leaned down slipping off your heels, standing back up and putting the dress over a chair and the heels by the door.

 “ Okay..” he starts to say coming his way back over to you as he helps you get into bed, putting your legs to the side and pulling the covers over you. He watches as your eyes are glossy with fresh tears ready to spill. It breaks his heart to see you like this.

“ Stay,” you whisper to him.

Kenny closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he stands there for a moment running a hand through his curls .

He misses being near you, he misses the way you used to look at him and how much time you spend with him. 

Kenny shoulder sighs in defeat, a thin line appears on his lips as he looks down at you. At his best friend. 

He slips in on the other side of you, leaning over.

 You moved closer to him, burying your face in his shirt as your breathing slowed as you fell asleep feeling the warmth coming from him.

The next morning, when you open your eyes, there was no Kenny by your side. It felt like it was dream. But was it? You could still smell his scent next to you,grabbing the pillow that he must of laid down on taking whiff.

 Yes, he was here. He took you home, didn’t yell at you. Things were changing, you can’t be around him. You had to cut him off from your life even if it’s the last memory you have with him.