I think I will cry from laughter and being so done if people call me that now

Desperate Times (Joker x Reader)

Okay. I’m so sorry guys, I know it’s been about 80000 years since I’ve posted but I’ve just had really bad writers block and I’ve been really busy with work and school and whatnot but here it is. 

This was a request from an anon: “Could you please make an imagine where the reader is given to Mistah J because they were in debt to him. He immediately because super obsessed with her, but the reader is very scared of him <3 <3″ 

This is like decently close to the request just i couldn’t figure out what to write. I’m sorry!!!!! 

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“Please, no Mr. Joker, I’ll give you anything. You can have anything.” You saw the man beg for his life, for another chance. It disgusted you to see him like this. To see the man you once knew as your father beg for drugs. You shook your head in disgust and turned away. You had no idea why but he insisted you be there with him, maybe it’s ‘cause he knew it could very well be one of his last days, if not his last.

“Anything?” The green haired man purred as he circled your father. Your father nodded and looked you in the eyes as if he were apologizing. Confusion clouded your mind as to why he would be apologizing. Maybe it was for being a shitty father, or for making you witness this horrid interaction.

“You can have my daughter,” he stated simply. You eyes snapped open and your back straightened.

“Excuse me? No you can’t have me and what the fuck dad?” You said in disbelief.

“Oh she’s feisty, I like her. You’ve got yourself a deal there Mr. You can keep your life, and your drugs, in exchange for this lovely creature,” he said as his looked you up and down, drinking in every detail of your body.

“No. Dad what the hell is wrong with you? You’re not actually serious are you?” Your voice dropped as the look in his eyes confirmed that he was in fact serious about selling you to the Joker.

“I’m sorry Y/N. There’s nothing else I can do,” he muttered, embarrassed that he had gotten to this point. Your heart broke as you watched the man you once looked up to pick drugs over his own daughter.

“Oh we are going to have so much fun together little miss Y/N,” the Joker snarled in your ear. You flinched as his hands came down on your shoulders.

“Dad… How could you?” He looked down in shame and walked out of the room without a word. Tears were streaming steadily down your face as you stared at the door he had just left through.

“Hm. Dads, am I right?” The Joker broke the silence in the room. “Hi doll face, I’m the Joker, the man that your father is seriously indebted to, and you belong to me now! You can call me Mr. J,” he said, extending a hand towards you as if to shake hands. You glanced down at his hand and ignored the offer. “Oh sweetheart now that’s just rude. That won’t fly doll. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gonna have to teach you a lesson then. Take a seat,” he said as he pulled you down to sit next to him. His face got serious and you knew you were in trouble. “You belong to me now. That means you do what I want, when I want, and where I want. If you disobey me sweetcheeks, you get punished. Are we clear doll face?” He gripped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. You nodded and he released your face. “What’s your name sweets?”

“Y/N,” you said simply. He stared at you with a bored look as if he was expecting you to say more. You stared back in defiance and he let out a long displeased groan.

“Not a talker are we? I can change that y’know,” he said with a maniacal smile as he pulled his shiny gun out of the holster under his jacket. He lifted the gun and caressed your soft cheeks with the cool, hard metal. You stared him dead in his crazy eyes as he tried to scare you with the powerful weapon in his hands. His face fell as he realized you weren’t scared and you wouldn’t open up to him. “Now tell me doll, am I gonna have to find some other ways of getting you to open that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Fine. What do you want to know. You get three questions, choose wisely,” you said, boredom dripping in your words. Your father had dragged you in to a world of guns and violence, this was not the first time you had been threatened at gun point and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.

The Joker raised his non-existent eyebrow and stared you down. He was vastly impressed by your cool composure and lack of fear. Most in your shoes would be trembling, begging for their dear lives but you, you just sat there, bored with his games and his old intimidation tactics.

“And who do you think you are making demands?” He sneered angrily.

“I’m just trying to get this show on the road. Question one, two more to go. Like I said Mr. J, choose wisely.”

“I like your spunk sweetcheeks. Alright, why aren’t you scared? Most people would be terrified out of their minds, why not you?” He inquired.

“You’re not the first basket case my father has pissed off. I’ve been tied down, beat, interrogated, the works. I’m used to it now. My father owes a lot of people a lot of money but what they always fail to realize is that I mean little to nothing to him. I must admit, I’m a little impressed. You’re different than the others. He’s offered me up before y’know? No one’s ever agreed but you, you fell for it,” you explained. He stared at you with a confused look spread across is tattooed porcelain skin. “Stop staring,” you said.

He stared at you open mouthed and went to wrap his hand around your neck only to retract quickly. “You doll, are special, that’s for sure. I can’t wait for all the fun we’re going to have. Last question, do you like the left or the right side of the bed?” He threw his head back as he howled with laughter, his infamous laugh ringing through your ears and the small room you two were seated in.

You rolled your eyes and mentally groaned at the stupidity of this man. “Right,” you said as you got up from the small couch. “Can we go now? I would really like to get out of here and take a shower. I’m assuming there’ll be towels and whatnot ready for me? Clothes maybe?” He shook his head at you and wrapped his hand in your hair and yanked back.

“Now listen here Y/N, just because you’re not scared of me doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be. I’m sure you’ve heard of some of the things I’ve done and trust me honey, I can do worse,” he spoke in a deep, threatening voice. You felt the tip of his gun press against the center of your back. You had to admit that you were a little scared. The other men you dealt with were nothing like him. He was deadly, ruthless, and he could crack at any moment. “Now that we have the all cleared up let’s get this show on the road shall we?” His mood switched instantly.

A while later you pulled up to a lavish place. You were unsure of what to expect from him but you figured it shouldn’t surprise you that he lives in such an extravagant set up. He pulled you up from your elbow and you followed him inside. It was beautiful as you had expected upon seeing the outside of the house. Gold everything, marble counters, purple accents strewn around the house.

You glanced around, taking in what would be your new house.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled to yourself mostly. His hands came down on your shoulders in a gentle way, his hands travelling up and down your shoulders. You leaned your head to the side allowing a pleasant stretch to the tense muscles of your neck. “Do you live here all alone?” you inquired.

“No, the maid lives here, a few of my more trusted henchmen, for security measures. Not that I couldn’t protect myself, just don’t wanna do all the work myself,” he answered. You hummed in acknowledgement and continued to scan the room around you. “The room’s upstairs, I already had some of my men pick up your stuff from your father’s place, if you need anything else just tell me and I’ll send someone out to get it,” he said as he walked to the kitchen. You nodded, and dragged yourself up to what looked like a spare room. You plopped down on the bed and let out a long sigh.

So this is what my life is like now, you thought to yourself, looking around the lavish room. Joker stepped up to the doorway and stared you down before sitting down next to you on the big fluffy bed. “Why am I here Joker?”

“Please, call me Mr. J, Joker sounds… Too formal. I want you here because you’re a beautiful girl, your father did me wrong, and I want to make him pay.”

“Hah… Well jokes on you Mr. J. My father doesn’t care about me. Keeping me here is doing nothing but giving him the chance to shamelessly waste away without me yelling at him. You’re doing him a favor,” you explained. He nodded and spread a wide silver grin across his pale tattooed face.

“Y’know doll, maybe I just want your lovely company,” he said sarcastically.

“Y’know, maybe I just can’t stand your company,” you retorted. Before you could react, his hand came across your skin with a harsh sting. The force behind it made you fall back and place a tender touch on your cheek. You looked down, cowering away in fear. You loved to put on the tough girl act. Sure, you had dealt with crazies but nothing that ever came close to the Joker.

A slow tear dripped down your soft cheek. His eyes widened at the realization that he had made you cry. “Can you please leave me alone,” you muttered.

“Shit Y/N are you okay doll?” His voice was a bit quieter than before.

“Please just leave.” You were shaking, terrified to be in the same room as this psychotic, dangerous man.

“What’s wrong sweets?” You looked at him with a look of disbelief.

“You just slapped me across the face. If I’m being totally honest, I’m terrified right now. You scare the living daylights out of me. The moment I saw you I was scared for my life. I don’t want you in here. If I’m going to have to live with you I want to be left alone… I don’t want to be scared for my life. Please just go…” He looked at you, shock on his face.

“Alright. If you need something you can let someone know.” He placed a hand on your hunched back and left.

A small part of you felt bad for banishing him from your life but it wasn’t right for him to treat you in such an awful manner. You let out a sigh and laid down on the comfortable bed. Before you knew it you had slipped in to a deep sleep, forgetting about the disaster your life had become.

Its Always Been You

Anon Requested: “can you please write angsty scenario with yoongi. where he and y/n are in love but she is scared af of relationships so they have big fight and he says something mean bc he is hurt and want to hurt her too. and idk what else. happy ending or maybe atleast they stay as friends and support each other? thank you! and sorry about my english 😪”

I LIVE FOR ANGST/FLUFF SO YES I WILL GLADLY WRITE THIS!

Words: 6881

Summary: Yoongi knew that he loved you from the first day he met you, but you friendzoned him. He’s been with you through the ups and downs of your life. And now after a nasty break-up, you finally started looking at Yoongi as more than a friend, but you were scared to love him because of your past relationship. Will you two end up together, or will you need time to work on yourself?

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Another night was spent laying up in bed, worried sick to your stomach. Your boyfriend of 8 months was out again, with his friends, bar hopping. You wouldn’t be like this if he hadn’t done some questionable things in the past. Every time he goes out, you can’t help but to stay awake and worry about the worst situation that could possibly happen.You wish you could trust him a little more than you do, but you just can’t. You wish you could go out with him, but you don’t want to be the clingy girlfriend.

You love him, you really do. You’ve decided to look past all the times that he bought another woman a drink, or danced with another woman at the bar. You looked past it all because you are so in love with him. You always get the feeling that maybe he wasn’t ready for a relationship, but he always reassures you that he is and that he loves you deeply.

Scrolling through your phone, you opened up snapchat and looked through everyone’s stories. You clicked on one of his friends name to see stories of the guys drinking, taking shots, and dancing, but the last story is what rips your heart out. It was boyfriend, making out with another girl at the bar. You couldn’t peel your eyes away, you kept replaying it over and over again, trying to think of an excuse on why he did it. Maybe it wasn’t him? But you knew it was him because it’s the same outfit he left the house in.

Your eyes got foggy, and you started sniffling. You exited the app and let out a deep breath. You grabbed your purse, and slid on some shoes to walk to your best friends place.

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“Taehyung get the door.” Yoongi rolled over in his bed and pulled the covers up and over his face.

“Hyung, it’s 1 in the morning, what if it’s a murderer?” He groaned, and set his feet on the ground and rubbed his eyes. Who could possibly be waking them up this late at night. The bangs on the door were heard again.

“If it’s a murderer then you lived a good life Tae.” Yoongi’s muffled voice was heard faintly. Another set of footsteps was heard the hall light turned on.

“Who the fuck is at the door.” Namjoon came into their room, holding the door handle.

“If we knew who it was, we wouldn’t be questioning each other right now too would we.” Yoongi sighed and pulled the blankets down from over his head. “Tae get the door.” He said yet again, getting annoyed of the banging.

“I’ll get it.” Namjoon left their door open with the hall light still on. Yoongi could hear the locks being undone and nothing else was heard. Then he saw Namjoon walk back to his room not sparing another glance into Yoongi’s or Tae’s room. More footsteps were heard until you appeared in the doorway and Yoongi sat up right away.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” You didn’t say anything, but you jumped onto Yoongi’s bed, wrapping your hands around his neck and crying into his shoulder. Yoongi nodded his head at Taehyung to indicate that he needed to leave. He got the message and grabbed a blanket to go to the living room couch. Yoongi let you cry, he ran his hand through your hair while softly saying ‘sh, it’ll be alright’ over and over.

You finally lift your head up, and he took his hands to wipe the excess tears that stained your face. A sniffling mess is what you became, as you flipped over to be on your back and put your head on his stomach. Something you’ve always done. He hated seeing you cry, he hated seeing you sad, he hated seeing you broken. When you were hurt, he was hurt as well. Everything you felt, he was feeling too.

“Y/N, why are you crying?” He whispered so softly that you weren’t sure it was his voice.

“He was kissing another girl.” The video replayed in your head as you shut your eyes tightly trying to get rid of the image that has managed to be an ongoing movie in your mind.

Yoongi stayed quiet. He has so many things to say about the guy you’re dating now. He didn’t like him from the get go, he was just bad news, and it seemed that every week you two were always fighting, and you were left always hurting. He saw how you changed to be with him, how you wouldn’t watch certain shows anymore, or how you acted differently around people. He saw how your outgoing personality has changed to a shy and quiet personality because your boyfriend didn’t like it. You changed for the worse and not the better. You were so in love with him that you were blinded to all of these changes you were making just to make him happy.

You let out a small chuckle. “I should have ended it a while ago right.” You looked at Yoongi as he was put on the spot.

“Y/N, I’m not the one who makes those decisions, that’s your doing.” He didn’t want to say anything that would hurt you more.

“This was the last straw. I can deal with him dancing with other girls, and buying other girls drinks, but this, this I can’t deal with.” Yoongi cringed at everything you said. He knew that your boyfriend did all of this, he was keeping his options open obviously. He just wanted to have a girl that had major heart eyes for him so if he couldn’t get a girl on his night out, he would always end back up with you.

“I think that’s a very smart choice.”

“You think so Yoongs?” You moved your head up to his chest and put an arm around his stomach as his arm was on your back, and another behind his head.

“Y/N I know so. It’ll be hard but I know it’s the right decision.” You crinkled your nose, hating that you had to agree with him on this. He was right, this decision was for the better. The both of you sat there in silence, while Yoongi was stroking your hair, when he stopped, it indicated that it was your time to go.

You got up slowly from his grip and pulled the blankets up. You were about to open the door when you heard him move in his bed. “Y/N it’s late, stay here.” His sleepy voice always worked on your.

“Sure, let me get Tae so I can sleep on the couch.” He patted the bedside next to him.

“You can sleep here, I don’t bite.” You smiled to yourself, and crawled back into the bed, this time getting underneath the blankets and laying your head on a pillow. Yoongi didn’t seemed pleased as he got closer to you and pulled you into an embrace.

“Yoongi you’re suffocating me.” He let you go as he pulled you into his side with an arm around you. You had an arm on his chest and could feel his heart beating, it was relaxing. You could spend every night like this with him.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Night Yoongs.” And you both drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to the sound of voices coming out from the closed door, filled with laughter. The sun was poking it’s way into the room, and you looked to your side and found a sleeping Yoongi. His arm was still wrapped around you. You grabbed your phone from the bed-side table, with 5 missed calls and 20 text messages from your soon to be ex-boyfriend. You read the messages, they started off with an apology, then him getting mad because you weren’t replying, then him telling you it was over because he’s had enough with you. It was always like this, how could you be so blind?

You didn’t want to leave the bed, you didn’t want to leave your best friend. You yanked the blankets up even more, and nuzzled into his side. Yoongi moved in his sleep and you shut your eyes quickly, you didn’t want him to know that you were up just yet.

You felt his hand as he pushed back some of your stray hairs in your face, and you could practically feel his gaze on you. “Y/N,” he whispered it so softly, you barely heard it. “I love you.” And he wrapped you in his arms again. Your eyes may have been closed and he may have thought you were sleeping, but you heard his words, loud and clear. You always told Yoongi that you loved him and he did the same with you, but why does this sound so different?

You finally open your eyes to show him that you were awake. “Good morning.” He said. It took every ounce in his body to hold him back from kissing you. He wanted to so badly, he’s always wanted to, but you only thought of him as a friend. “Morning.” You whispered back. You grabbed your phone to see if your boyfriend said anything else within the 10 minute time span, but nothing. Your stomach dropped and your heart was aching, why did you feel so guilty for this? None of it was your fault, you shouldn’t take blame for anything, but here you are, taking some of the blame, feeling bad for yourself.

“Did he text you?” You nodded your head and rubbed your eyes. “What’d he say?”

“Oh the usual, first the apology came, and then the angry texts because I wasn’t texting back and then the final text saying that we’re through.” Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes. This asshole always pulls the same thing on you. Somehow he manages to make everything your fault and you always end up believing that it truly is your fault when it isn’t. Yoongi has seen it all.

“What a fucking jerk. I hope you know that none of this is your fault Y/N.”

“I know.” You got up from his bed and stretched. You took the hair tie off your wrist and put your hair up. “I should get going Yoongs, you probably have schedules today and I don’t want to be in your guys’ way and plus I have to break up with someone.” Yoongi smirked at that last sentence.

“Well,” He got out of the bed and hugged you. “Y/N, you are not a bother around here first off, and second off, break his heart.” He winked at her and they both walked out of the room together. You waved to the others as they greeted you and hugged Yoongi one last time as you shut the door behind you, with a long day waiting ahead.

“So, what’d you guys do last night.” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at Yoongi. Namjoon slapped him on the shoulder.

“We slept, what else would we being?” Yoongi replied, heading over to the fridge to get some breakfast.

“Well if you just slept why was Tae on the couch.” Jimin decided to finally join on the bickering.

“Okay first off I told you guys she came in crying her eyes out and I didn’t want to hear Yoongi get all soft for her.” Tae sipped his orange juice.

“Yeah good explanation Tae, but she really did come in crying, because her boyfriend was making out with some rando at the bar last night.” The room went silent.

“Well that will be the end of the them.” Jin set his dishes in the sink, as everyone nodded their head in agreement.

I scoffed. “Yeah one can hope.”

“What do you mean that one can hope? He was kissing another girl! That’s the end!” Jin leaned against the counter top waiting for Yoongi to explain.

“It’s like he has this hold on her and she can’t get away because she’s so head over heels for him which makes her blind to all the shitty things he does.”

“Must suck for you then huh?” Namjoon chimed in, Yoongi was confused.

“What do you mean?”

“You love her hyung.” Jimin said and I coughed on my water. I looked at them as they all stared at me.

“Is it that obvious?” They nodded their heads.

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Reasons why I love every SVT member

I have laughed AN D CRIED a lot because of this fine group. I’m sure many others can relate to that.
I would like to take some time to appreciate and note the members individually because they all deserve the world, thanks.
(Prepare yourselves, I wrote lots???? Like…. lots.

S.Coups:

Some might say that Seungcheol isn’t fit to be in charge of the group. Well let me tell ya baby boyz why he most certainly is. S. Coups naturally has that fatherly type of image. Like “dad of the year” award type of fatherly. There is something about him that influences others to feel protected. He genuinely cares for all of the members and keeps everyone’s emotions in line. It takes a special kind of person to do that. One incident that spoke volumes to me was how he handled “Seventeen Project.” He knew when things were starting to take a negative turn and he wasn’t afraid to voice his opinions. (In a calm and rational way). BOI I CRIED. Despite the put-together (and sometimes tough) image he projects, he’s a rather sensitive person. The reason why he’s so supportive is because he longs for support himself. I think being in Seventeen has made him feel a sense of belonging. The mans has done a wonderful job and he deserves respect. I don’t think there is anyone else meant to be leader.  

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6 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,200

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as burns, character death, and general harrowing-ness

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

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Happier - Jughead Jones

Request: Hi there! I’ve been obsessed with Happier by Ed Sheeran lately. I was wondering if maybe you could do one where Jughead and the Reader broke up and Betty and Jug are together and maybe the readers a singer and she sings the song at a show or something? Thank youuu 💕💕 You writing is amazing btw

@satanwithstardust also wrote a fic based on this song, you should go and read it because she’s bae kthxbye :3 oh and uhh this goes out to… my mother! @betty-coopers-number-one-stan 

Warnings: saddish :c

Hope this was okay, and thank you so much!

Words: 2,302

It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide. 

Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.

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Familiar


Pairing: Nalu

Rating: K+

Genre: Friendship and romance

Summary: The tiny stuffed toy was her treasure - a little demon that had helped her through good times and bad. And suddenly there he was, breathing, walking, talking, emoting. And asking for a kiss. 

Notes: This drabble poured out as soon as I laid eyes on <<this>> wonderful art by @liku-bears!

It was probably the only really meaningful gift from her father in recent times. It wasn’t much — just a tiny little demon plushie. It could have easily been lost in thousands of other dresses and jewellery that he had also sponsored for her.

Had it not been for the fact the toy was a small reminder of happier times. And of her parents’ love.

One of her fondest childhood memories were of when they would all cuddle together in bed while her mother told stories. In particular, one of a tiny demon that saved lost little kids, only to be misunderstood by the children’s parents when they saw him with them. Her father would supply the dialogues for the angry people, while her mother would do those for the little children and the demon.

Lucy felt for the demon, and protested, insisting that she would have done her best to protect it had she had the chance. Her mother had been so pleased with the suggestion, that she would weave a Lucy into the story to do just that - and she would get to do her own dialogues. And they would go on and on until Jude reminded them of it being past bedtime.

Storytime had been her favourite way to spend time with her family - it was the one time her father and mother could take a break from their royal duties and spend time with her.

Her mother’s sudden loss had been very hard on her and her father, and his subsequent attempts to cope had really dented their relationship. Lucy, now at sixteen years, still couldn’t remember the last time she and her father had really spoken.

The plushie, gifted to her on her tenth birthday, two years after losing her mother, was a small reminder that despite all the evidence that went against it, her father really did care.

She had taken extremely good care of the soft toy ever since. It had a special place beside her pillow at night-time and was the last thing she saw when she went to bed and the first when she woke up. She would talk to it every day — share tales of her day, people she met, things she learnt. She would laugh with it and cry holding it. It was her closest friend, and had been for years now.

Even if it never had it replied back.

Not till right now anyway.

Lucy, the ever graceful celestial princess of Magnolia, fell rather clumsily on her bum when it — he — suddenly spoke.

“Woah, there! You okay?” came the tiny voice again, as the now animated toy (person?) leaned over the bed to ensure she was okay.

“Y-y-you’re talking!”

“Hell yeah I am!” he grinned. “Finally.”

“B-b-but you’re a toy!”

“Oi, I’m a demon!“ His face tilted to one side. "And you’ve always told me you’re a polite person. Lies!”

Lucy blinked disbelievingly, as the little toy crossed his arms and huffed.

She crawled on her knees back to the edge of her bed to peek at the toy, see for herself if he really was…real.

And while the demon kept his back to her, pouting sulkily, she brought a finger to poke him in the side.

“Hey,” he warned.

Poke.

“Hey!” His back still faced her.

Poke.

“Would you— ” he got cut off as Lucy — in a bid to try and confirm once more that felt had indeed given way to flesh — unintentionally began tickling him.

“S-sorry,” she said, not really that sorry. His laughter was heart-warming.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay,” he said, once he’d caught his breath.

“And what are you going to do about it?” Lucy challenged.

He pouted again and Lucy couldn’t help but giggle.

“I didn’t intend to tickle you, if that helps,” she added.

“You’re mean, Luce,” he grumbled.

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Luce?”

“Well yeah, that’s what I’ve always called you,” he said, rolling away to make room for Lucy to climb and sit on her bed.

“You were listening the whole time?” she asked in wonder.

“Yup,” he replied.

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Disposable pt 15

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14


Once you got a grip of yourself, you made your way back outside to the party. You avoided Yoongi for the rest of the night, busying yourself talking to anyone but him. Part of you wanted to demand to know why he always had to hurt you, and what you had ever done to deserve it. Another part of you wanted to crawl under the covers of your bed and cry while eating ice cream. Neither were options at the moment, so you settled for evasion. Not that Yoongi was making that very easy, he kept trying to talk to you. He would catch your elbow and ask if he could have a minute, and you would blow him off every time.

“I’m busy.” You said for what had to be the tenth time that night.

“You’re really not, this time. Please, can you just tell me what’s going on with you?” Yoongi pleaded. His eyes looked genuine, and you realized that all the smiles and laughter from the previous day must have been all a show—maybe so it would all hurt that much more when it was over. You guessed you should have known, from the day you first met Namjoon for lunch you had seen that Yoongi was a good actor. In the back of your mind, a little voice was saying that it was your fault for blackmailing him in the first place, because who wouldn’t want revenge in some way after that?

“Nothing is ‘going on’ with me. Don’t you have someone else you can bother?”

Yoongi’s eyes flashed with hurt, and he dropped the hand that was holding your arm. “I don’t get it, what did I do?”

You let out a sigh of frustration. “I said we would talk later.”

You could see the beginnings of annoyance on Yoongi’s face, which just furthered your own. He was the one who was always going out of his way to hurt you, but you don’t want to talk to him for once and he gets his feelings hurt? It wasn’t fair, none of it was, and you realized you didn’t even have anyone to talk to about it. The only person who knew your whole situation with Yoongi was Jackson, and he had left abruptly several hours earlier. He said something about getting an urgent phone call and ran off before you ever got a chance to talk to him.

Taehyung was waving to you, and you walked over to where he sat slightly reluctantly. He was holding his cat, the one he twisted his ankle rescuing, kissing its head before looking back at you. “What’d he do?” He asked. You weren’t particularly happy with Taehyung at the moment either, as long as he had known you (and your mother) you felt like he should have known better than to repeat what Yoongi said to your mother, but you knew that it must have been an accident. Your mother was good at getting exactly whatever information she wanted out of someone, and if Taehyung hadn’t given it to her, someone else would have eventually.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said tersely. Taehyung rolled his eyes at you, scratching behind the cat’s ears.

“You look like you want to punch Yoongi every time you look at him.”

“You know what, Taehyung? Our relationship really isn’t any of your business. In fact, it isn’t any of anyone’s business, so I don’t know why everyone has to know everything about it all of the time.”

“You’re mad at Yoongi, not me, remember?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows.

“No, I’m mad at everyone who seems to think they have some right to know everything about my life. I shouldn’t have to justify everything I do to everyone I know.” Maybe some of your anger was misplaced, but you couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment. You turned on your heals and walked away from where a completely bewildered Taehyung sat. You didn’t bother to talk to anyone you passed by, ignoring their attempts to gain your attention. You passed Jungkook walking up the stairs to go inside, and he caught your eye for a moment.

“Are you okay?”

“I wish people would stop fucking asking me that.” You snapped as you walked passed him.


The bedroom door clicked behind Yoongi, but he didn’t move further into the room. The party had finally ended, and you still weren’t talking to him. He had decided that maybe he should just let you have your space, but you still had to share a room.

You were on your phone when he walked in, and looked up briefly to scoff and roll your eyes before turning your eyes back to the screen.

“Look, if I did something, you have to talk to me. Just being angry isn’t going to fix anything.” He said, trying to contain his own annoyance. You were being a child, and he really didn’t have the patience for it right then.

“Right, like that would do any good. You just want to hear how miserable I am. You’re a fucking sadist.”

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When I Was Your Man // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt/Song: When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Fingering, Cheating, Swearing, and Angst.

Word Count: 7,956 (No ragrets. I like detail, okay? I enjoy making you feel like you’re just as involved in the story as the characters are. So, sue me.)

Disclaimer: I don’t know who the gif belongs to because I found it on Google, but credit to them none-the-less.

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Wiping his clammy hands down on his crimson red pants and taking a much needed deep breath, Stiles Stilinski walked into the loud dance club to attend his ex-girlfriend’s birthday party. Which he technically wasn’t invited to but went anyway, because the man knew no boundaries. He did know, however, that she probably didn’t want to see him ever again and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to stay away. He absolutely hates that he had to continuously lie to protect the woman he loved, the woman he still loves, from the supernatural world but what he truly hates the most is that he’d have to constantly let her down because of it.

He’s lost count of all the times he had to cancel on their dates because someone in this chaotic town needed saving or how many times he had to try to come up with excuses to cover up his secret only for her to see right through them everytime. It broke Stiles’ heart to know that he continuously deceived her, but he knew that he had no other choice since he didn’t want her anywhere near the danger the pack always faced.

The day she ended things with him is the day Stiles hates the most in his life. He couldn’t handle the way she cried as she told him all of the nights she spent sobbing because of him or all of the times she felt betrayed because her own boyfriend would deny telling her the truth whenever she asked. Stiles’ heart shattered when he watched her walk away from him, never turning back, and it still remains that way. It’s already been two months since they broke up, but the wounds were definitely still open.

“Stiles?” He heard a voice call over the loud music and the human instantly turned around to see a familiar redhead. “Is that really you?”

“Yes, Lyds.” He smiled at her shocked face. “It’s me.”

“You seriously came to your ex-girlfriend’s party without an invite?” Lydia smirked, now chuckling along with him. “How daring of you.”

“What can I say?” Stiles shrugged. “I’m a badass by nature.”

The laughter that erupted from the banshee’s throat should’ve offended him, but Stiles laughed along with her instead. They both knew Stiles was a big softie and not exactly a badass, but he could still be tough whenever it was truly necessary.

“Of course you are.” The redhead snickered, lightly patting him on his broad shoulder. “But, I would avoid staying here if I were you.”

“And why is that?” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her, surprised when she, suddenly, stopped being in a light-hearted mood and became serious.

“You don’t know?” Lydia cleared her throat, nervous now that she realizes she’s the one who has tell one of her best friends the bad news. That without a doubt will hurt him even more than he already was.

“Know what?” Stiles asked, now anxious along with her. “Lydia, you’re scaring me.”

“S-She has a boyfriend.”

The second those words came out of her mouth, Stiles’ already broken heart dropped down into his stomach and shattered even more, which he honestly didn’t think was possible. A gaping and bleeding hole took the place where he once had a beating heart. Stiles felt as if the Winter Soldier himself had punched into his chest with his powerful metal arm and he was officially done for. It doesn’t even matter what Stiles does to try and fix himself, he’s now always going to be broken.

“A boyfriend?” He asked, his voice weak and Lydia winced at how pained he sounded.

The redhead just nodded, turning herself around to point to the couple wrapped in each other’s arms on the dance floor as they moved their bodies to the beat of the deafening music. Stiles reluctantly followed the direction of her finger and bit down on his bottom lip to somehow keep from crying when he saw the girl he so desperately loved dancing beautifully. He watched in awe at the way her hair bounced against her shoulders as she happily sang the words to a song Stiles had never heard before. But, he already liked it just by the way she seemed to. Jealousy and hurt flooded his body at the sight of some unknown guy dancing closely to her with his hands gripping her waist, the same waist Stiles held onto whenever they were intimate. The same hips he loved planting kisses on when he moved lower and lower down her body until he reached the area she desired him the most.

“I should probably go.” Stiles stated, trying to swallow the hard lump in his dry throat.

“Yeah,” Lydia nodded, but then smirked with an idea. “Or you could get a quick drink first. It is open bar after all.”

Tearing his eyes away from the painful scene, Stiles looked down at the banshee and nodded. Lydia smiled and lead them through the sweaty crowd and towards the bar, the smell of alcohol getting stronger with every step they took.

“Bartender!” Lydia called once they reached it, slamming her hands down on the counter. “Can you get me two beers, please?”

“Two beers coming right up.” The polite man smiled and pulled out the two their drinks from under the counter.

He snapped the tops off with a specific tool and slid the beers over to the redhead, who easily caught them before they could fall off the surface.

“Thank you very much.” Lydia smiled back at him as she handed Stiles a bottle.

The young man immediately took a swig and enjoyed the feeling of the bitter liquid making its way down his once dry throat. Lydia looked at him with a kind smile on her face, taking her own sip of the drink. She put the bottle back down on the counter as she licked the remaining liquid off her lips, but Stiles didn’t dare put his drink away. He needed this beer more than anything to somehow feel better at the realization that he lost the girl he actually believed he could get back, forever.

“Are you okay?” Lydia asked, noticing how quiet and still he was. Two characteristics Stiles Stilinski certainly never displays.

“No, I’m not.” Stiles answered truthfully, taking another sip of his alcohol.

“I know what it’s like.” She patted his shoulder to comfort him. “But, hey think about the bright side. At least she’s not a lizard who turned into werewolf then left you to go to London. Or a former Alpha that actually killed people you knew and ended up dying before you could ever see him redeem himself.”

A muffled laugh escaped from his lips even though he was still drinking from his bottle and Stiles swallowed his liquor before turning to look at Lydia whole-heartedly.

“Right, but at least things between you and Parrish seem to be working.” Stiles answered.

“Yeah, when he’s not on fire.” Lydia scoffed. “And I’m not even talking about sex.”

This comment was enough to make Stiles’ heart a little less heavy as he detached his attention from the dancing girl to his best female friend and her spicy sex life.

The dancing girl, on the other hand, was currently wiping away the accumulated sweat on her forehead as she continued dancing with her new boyfriend. He was the sweetest and most attentive guy she’s ever met. He always makes sure to spend as much time with her as humanly possible, so much so that his GPA score in college had been dropping from his lack of studying. It was very refreshing to her, having a boyfriend around all the time… something completely different from Stiles Stilinski.

However, it wasn’t at all his fault. He couldn’t control the supernatural or make it go away, but he believed it was his job to at least save the people this world puts in danger. It hurt her so much to know that Stiles had a mysterious secret she could never be apart of. She knew that Stiles loved her and only ever did what he thought was best. But, it’s too bad it just wasn’t enough.

As if on cue, the heartbroken girl turned her head at the exact moment that Stiles decided to take a peak at her. The world screeched to a halt when their eyes locked and finally saw each other again after being separated for two whole months. Her eyes were wide and her jaw dropped at the sight of the brown haired boy with freckles painted all over his fair skin. Her heart immediately beat faster and she felt as if it would suddenly jump out of her chest and fly towards him. She missed him, there’s no doubting that. And apparently, so did her body and soul. The way she’s feeling right now, just by the realization that she’s in the same room as him, was enough to know.

Stiles carefully put his bottle down on the bar counter and tuned out everything Lydia was currently saying, his attention only focused on the girl gazing at him. Her face was completely shocked and he chuckled internally at how astonished she looked. Stiles could see the blush heating up on her face all the way from the other side of the bar and it made his heart flutter to know he still had an effect on her.

Lydia stopped talking absentmindedly when she noticed Stiles slowly lift his hand and wave with a smile on his face towards someone on the dance floor. The redhead turned to see just who he was greeting and immediately smiled when she realized it was exactly the person he came here to see.

“You should go say hi.” Lydia suggested.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Stiles answered, no longer waving to her but still holding the gaze.

“Oh, she already sees you.” The banshee shrugged. “I see no harm in at least going over there to wish her a happy birthday. I mean, at this point, it would be rude if you didn’t.”

Stiles carefully thought over Lydia’s suggestion, her words repeating in his head over and over again. He wanted to talk to her desperately, but then again he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in any way. He knows how recent this all still is and he’s well aware of the pain pooling inside of her just like it was in him.

“Fine.” Stiles nodded, taking a deep breath before standing up.

Stiles’ ex-girlfriend’s eyes widened even more, which wasn’t thought possible until now, when he stood up from the bar stool and began walking over towards her. She didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to approach her, but she definitely knew that her heartbeat rose with every step the boy she still loved took.

That’s when the unexpected happened and neither one of them were ready for it. The techno beat song that was echoing in the dance club ended and was replaced with a slow love song. But, not just any love song, their love song.

Stiles immediately stopped in his tracks and she immediately stopped dancing. Her boyfriend looked at her with a confused glance, but her focus was locked on Stiles. Neither one of them knew what to do as all of the memories, the times they spent together, the intimate touches and the feelings came crashing down on them with full force. They both almost fell at how weak their knees felt.

The way she was gazing at him right now made a new sense of confidence coming from an unknown source spark in his blood and an idea lit up in his mind. It could either end up really well or really badly, but Stiles didn’t give his anxiety the time to think it over. He moved his legs once again and continued walking towards her which made the girl panic. Her boyfriend continuously asked her if she was okay but she couldn’t even answer, too nervous over the boy approaching her.

“Hi.” Stiles greeted and she swallowed nervously at the sound of his voice again after so long.

“H-Hey.” She responded and completely let go of her boyfriend to push her hair behind her ears, a habit she has whenever she felt anxious. Which Stiles knew about and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable she looked.

“Hi.” The boyfriend spoke up and Stiles took his attention off of her to look over at the source of the voice. The young man told Stiles his name even though it was pointless considering Stiles would forget it in a matter of minutes. “And you are?”

“Stiles.” The boy with freckles answered, politely extending his hand out towards the fellow guy. They both shook hands with kind smiles on their faces.

“What brings you to the dance floor?” The boyfriend asked.

“I was actually wondering if I could borrow your girl for just one dance.” Stiles requested and the girl felt like she was about to faint. She didn’t know if she had it in her to be able to dance with Stiles without falling apart.

“Sure, but don’t steal her for too long or I’ll get jealous.” The boyfriend chuckled after taking a few seconds to think it over. The man was undoubtedly a good person and Stiles actually liked him as he turned around to place a chaste kiss on his ex’s lips. “I’ll be over at the bar with the boys if you need me.”

She just nodded and he looked at Stiles one last time before smiling at the both of them and walking away. She gazed up at Stiles with doe eyes and he couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful she was. Extending his hand out to her, she took it and he placed it on his shoulder at the same time that he used his other hand to put it on her waist. When both of her hands were on his shoulders, Stiles rested his other hand on the other side of her waist. Their faces were just inches apart as he stared intensely into her eyes, her heart pounding heavily against her ribcage at how lovingly he gawked at her. It’s been a month since she found a new boyfriend but Stiles certainly still had her wrapped around his finger.

“You know, when I found out you had a new boyfriend I was really hoping I’d hate him.” Stiles spoke up as they started to sway their bodies to the rhythm of the song that belonged to them and no one else. “But, damn, I actually like the dude.”

“Yeah, he’s a really nice guy.” She laughed at Stiles’ surprising compliment and the breath-taking sound made his heart stop.

“You really know how to pick them.” Stiles chuckled, quirking his eyebrows at her to make her laugh again and a smile appeared on his face when it worked.

“I guess I do.” She giggled, letting her head fall on his chest for the slightest second as she laughed before picking it back up. But, this time she was no longer laughing and had a serious expression planted on. “I just don’t know how to keep them interested enough to stay.”

“What are you talking about?” Stiles questioned, furious that any boy would ever dare think this amazing girl in his arms was boring. “Who was stupid enough to think that?”

She looked at him with pain evident in her eyes, water glossing over them. Which only meant she was about to cry and Stiles’ gut wrenched at the scene. The last time he saw her cry was when she ended their relationship and it was the worst thing he’d ever witnessed in his entire life. Stiles strongly believed that this beautiful woman should never had tears in her eyes, only sparks of happiness.

“You.”

Stiles felt as if he was just trampled on by a herd of the biggest elephants on the planet when she referred to him. The three lettered word took the shattered heart in his body and pounded it until it was a mere pile of dry dust, making him feel worse than he ever had.

“M-Me?” He stuttered, not being able to think properly. “How?”

“You always canceled on dates, you never texted me or called me back enough, you always put your secret life first that you’d never let me in on, and you constantly felt this need to lie to me for no real reason.” She listed, trying her best to wipe away her tears but there was no point due to the immense amount running down her cheeks. “I guess I just wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Don’t you dare say that.” Stiles shook his head, taking one of his hands off her waist to place it on her flushed cheek. “You were- you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Then, why didn’t it ever seem like it?”

“Because things are more complicated than you can imagine.” He defended, but she simply scoffed at his ridiculously vague response. “Look, I need you to believe that whenever I lie to you, I do have my reasons.”

“It’s too bad that I don’t believe you.” She pulled his hand off her cheek and began to slowly detach herself from his hold.

“No, don’t leave!” Stiles panicked, not wanting her to leave his presence just yet. Or ever, really. “I-I still love you and I know that I can make it up to you somehow-”

“Stiles-” She cried, not wanting to hear him speak because she knew that if he did she would be putty in his hands soon enough.

“Wait, just let me finish.” He interrupted her just like she had interrupted him, his voice already desperate. “I know I messed up and I know I can never take it back. But, I can change from now on and, I promise, I will change. You have my heart and I am nothing without you so please– please –don’t do this. Just come back to me and I swear I’ll do everything right this time. I’ll always pick up your calls on the first ring, I’ll buy you flowers every damn day, I’ll take you to every party this town can offer because I know how much you love to dance, I won’t cancel on dates anymore because you will always be my priority, and I promise I’ll give you all of my hours when I have the chance.”

He confessed the beautiful words with such emotion and love in his frantic voice that it made her heart stop and melt in her ribcage. Even though she’s been trying to move on and find a way to forget him, there’s no doubt that Stiles Stilinski still had the key to her locked heart. She wanted to be with him more than anything, but she also wanted to respect herself. Men always say they’re gonna change, but they never really do and she knew that. Even though she wasn’t used to it, the girl had to put herself and her own feelings first this time.

“Will you tell me what you’ve been hiding from me?” She asked, hoping desperately that he would say yes.

Stiles’ face fell to the floor in defeat because he knew that that wasn’t possible. Everyone that gets involved in his dangerous world either always gets hurt or… worse. And Stiles would never forgive himself if something happened to the woman he loved. He would rather lay down his own life than ever let her be vulnerable to the risks and threats that come with the supernatural.

“I-I can’t.”

“Then, I can’t go back to you Stiles.” She responded, her heart breaking even more. “I deserve better than this.”

“I know you do.” Stiles’ voice was weak with the tears threatening to escape his eyes.

“But, I still want you in my life. I still want to be friends.” The girl requested and Stiles scoffed at the common sentence every former couple says but never actually commits to. He felt her soft hand rest on his chin and lift his face that had fallen to look up back at her. “Stiles, I’m serious. I can’t lose you.”

“I can’t lose you either.” He confessed, feeling small.

“Promise me you’ll be in my life.” She requested. “Even if we don’t have the emotional stability to see each other all the time, just promise me you’ll at least be there for the big moments.”

Stiles looked into her breath-taking eyes and he felt himself getting lost in them. She was everything to him and he would never want to lose her friendship, even if that meant having a painful one. Butterflies made their way into her stomach when the edges of Stiles’ lips curled into a beautiful smile.

“I promise.”


~


Lydia Martin rushed down the halls of the beautiful hotel with the life-saving tool in her perfectly manicured hands, the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she ran. Quickly opening the door to the dressing room she so desperately needed to approach, the redhead strode inside along with Malia hot on her trail. Their eyes landed on the girl that used to date Stiles who has now become one of their best friends and smiled the second they saw her smile at how breathless they both were.

“I got it!” Lydia celebrated, walking over to the girl and handing her the mascara that was in her hands.

“And I got this.” Malia smirked, gesturing towards the alcoholic beverage in her grasp.

“Congratulations to both of you.” (Y/N) laughed, taking the mascara Lydia was giving her and opening it to apply it on her eyelashes.

“Do you need help?” Lydia asked, closing the door to the dressing room.

“I’m okay.” She smiled, but immediately groaned when she smudged mascara on her eye lid. She turned away from the mirror she was using to face Lydia, who already had a grin on her face. “Please save me.”

“Alright, Alright.” The redhead chuckled, walking closer and taking the mascara from her. “Lydia Martin to the rescue.”

She began to put on the mascara on her eyelashes as she internally appreciated the rest of the makeup on (Y/N)’s flawless face. She had a simple smokey eye that really made her eye color pop along with the perfect amount of blush spread across her fair cheeks. She hadn’t put lipstick on yet considering it’s the last thing you should do when applying makeup, but Lydia already knew the right shade that would tie up her entire look.

“There you go.” The redhead smiled when she finished the job and closed the mascara, putting it on the dresser her friend was using. “All set.”

“Thanks, Lyds.” She smiled, her entire face glowing with happiness. “You’re a life saver.”

“I know.” Lydia smirked, pushing her strawberry blonde hair behind her shoulders for sass.

“You know who else is a life saver?” Malia spoke up, walking over to sit on the small couch. “Scott.”

“And why is that?” Lydia questioned.

“Because I just overheard someone was trying to sneak in and he took care of it.” Malia shrugged, taking a sip of her drink.

“Who was trying to sneak in?” (Y/N) asked, curious that someone would try to ruin her special day.

“I don’t know.” Malia shrugged. “But, the dude was absolutely hysterical from what I heard.”

Even though the girls didn’t want to believe her, Malia actually had a point. The person that wanted so desperately to enter the hotel indeed was hysterical. But, the thing was, he wasn’t just any person. He was Stiles Stilinski and he would stop at nothing to get inside to the girl he still loved after being away from her for an entire year.

“Bro, you know this isn’t a good idea!” Scott exclaimed at his best friend frantically trying to get out of the Alpha’s grasp. “Go home.”

“Scott, I can’t just go home!” Stiles whisper-shouted, careful not to let any of the guests know about the scene he was causing. He didn’t want to make things any worse than what he already had planned. “I have to see her.”

“And do what exactly?” Scott questioned, his eyes narrowing at the human.

“Stop her from marrying the wrong guy!” Stiles yelled and the werewolf let go of his best friend from how shocked he was, his jaw dropping and eyes widening at the process.

“You can’t do that.” He shook his head. “Stiles, don’t do that.”

“I have to, Scott.” The human answered, fixing his vest and letting out a sigh. “She’s the love of my life and I can’t let her walk down that aisle if I’m not the one at the end of it.”

“Stiles, this is the most idiotic plan you’ve ever had and that’s saying a lot considering all of the really bad ideas you’ve had before.”

“I don’t care.” Stiles huffed. “I have to talk to her.”

“Okay, fine.” Scott stated, his voice challenging. “I’ll let you in if you give me your invitation.”

Stiles’ eyes dropped to the floor in defeat and he shifted on his feet as Scott watched his best friend with a pained heart. He hates that he has to do this, but he’ll hate himself even more if he lets him go and Stiles gets hurt even more. The girl he loves is getting married today and she’s not just gonna drop everything for him. Life isn’t a movie, it’s real and usually comes with disappointing endings.

“I-I can’t.”

“Because you don’t have one.” Scott said and Stiles just nodded. “Don’t you think that’s enough of a sign to let you know that this isn’t something you should do?”

“What would you do if it was Allison marrying someone else?” Stiles asked, picking​ his head back up to look at Scott.

“I’d let her.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Stiles disagreed, knowing his best friend would fight for the love of his life until his very last breath. “And I’m not letting (Y/N) go either.”

“Stiles, you’re just gonna get hurt.”

“So, be it.”

Before Scott could even expect it, Stiles rushed past him and immediately ran down the halls towards the room he just witnessed Lydia and Malia entering. His detective skills made him deduct that that’s where the bride was and he approached it without even thinking, Scott running right after him.

The same door flew open from two running young adults for the second time today, but this time (Y/N) didn’t smile and lightly laugh when it was revealed who had barged into her dressing room. Instead, her smile she had on with the girls had faded.

Awkward tension instantly invaded the small space when hers and Stiles’ eyes landed on each other, her heart already stopping and her breath hitching in her now dry throat. Stiles was also shocked, not knowing what to expect when he finally saw her again after all that time. Neither one of them said anything, they just kept their wide eyes locked together and didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were both breathing heavily.

“I’m so sorry!” Scott shouted, breaking the awful silence. “I-I tried to stop him, I swear! But, he wouldn’t work with me and-”

“Scott, it’s okay.” The bride intervened his panic with a weak and strained voice.

“I-It is?” Scott stuttered in surprise and she nodded, everyone else in the room just as shocked as the werewolf.

“So, you’re the crazy dude trying to break in?” Malia spoke up and Stiles just nodded as well, not willing to take his stare off of the girl he wanted to be with. “Makes sense.”

Stiles’ eyes trailed across (Y/N), taking in her sight after missing it so much. She was so beautiful he had almost forgot. Sure, she was only in a purple satin robe and her hair was down in its natural state, but the young woman looked breath-taking to him anyway. And Stiles himself looked amazing to her. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a silver vest on top of it and a silver bowtie to tie everything together, not to mention the black tuxedo pants, and (Y/N) was certain she would faint at his never ending beauty.

“Guys, can you give me and Stiles a minute?” She asked and everyone’s eyebrows raised.

“Are you sure?” Lydia asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Lydia nodded, grabbing Malia’s hand as they walked towards the door. “We’ll be at the temple.”

The redhead got a hold of Scott last before she pulled the three outside and the werewolf shut the door behind them, leaving the two exes alone in the same room together. And to say they were both extremely nervous wouldn’t be enough to describe how intense everything felt.

“I wonder if my invite got lost in the mail.” Stiles cleared his throat, speaking up first. “Because I’m pretty sure I was supposed to receive one.”

“I-I didn’t think you’d want to come.” The bride responded nervously.

“Yeah, but I made you a promise, remember?” Stiles answered, taking a step towards her. “I’ll never miss the big moments.”

Her heart fluttered and she immediately stood up, approaching him as well. Their bodies closer and already craving the other at how much they missed each other.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here.” She confessed and Stiles smiled.

“Me, too.”

“Did you bring a date?” She asked and Stiles scoffed at her question.

“I could never.” He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Why not?” (Y/N) tilted her head to the side, confused as to why someone so handsome like him wouldn’t have a girl attached to his arms.

“Because I’m in love with someone else.”

She didn’t even have to ask who it was, just by the way he was gawking at her like she was the only girl in the world made her already know. She hadn’t cried since that night she saw Stiles at her birthday party, but that strike was about to be ruined with how the familiar burning sensation poked in her eyes.

“Stiles, y-you should really go.” She stuttered, worried that if he stayed something would happen between them.

She loves her fiancee more than anything in the world, but there’s always going to be something there with Stiles. He was her first boyfriend, her first time, her first love, her first everything. That kind of person doesn’t just go away in your life, they’ll always be there lingering in the back of your mind and there’s nothing you can do to change that.

“Not without doing this first.” He shook his head, taking one more step towards her until he finally reached her.

Stiles’ hands gently grabbed her cheeks and, without even thinking twice, he crashed his soft lips against her plump ones. The bride couldn’t even find it in herself to stop him, her mind and body already falling into a trance. She understood that letting him kiss her was wrong especially since she was about to get married to another man in a few, but all she could think about was his familiar mouth moving against hers.

The kiss wasn’t just any simple kiss though, it was full of love and saudade. A word in portuguese that means a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent someone that one loves. Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” after someone is gone and is the recollection of feelings or experiences that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, happiness. Which now triggers the senses and makes one feel alive again.

Once they both needed to breathe, Stiles pulled away but kept his hands on her face. He smiled at how swollen her lips now were and she felt thankful for not having put any lipstick on before he arrived.

“I love you.” Stiles stated, caressing her skin with his thumb and smiled.

She didn’t say it back or really had the time to if she wanted to say it in the first place because the next thing she knew Stiles’ lips are back on hers and he’s pushing her towards her dresser, the back of her knees hitting the edge. Stiles’ hands moved from her cheeks to swipe away all of the makeup on the dresser, throwing them on the floor, and lift her up on the surface. When his lips went from hers to place tempting kisses on her neck as he slowly untied her robe, (Y/N) immediately snapped back into reality.

“Stop!” She exclaimed, instantly pushing him off of her and breathing in the air her lungs were begging for.

“Did I do something wrong?” Stiles panted, his voice worried.

“Yes! I’m about to get married, Stiles! You can’t just kiss me or try anything else!”

“I-I’m sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Leave, Stiles.” She ordered, pointing to the door. “You can’t be here.”

“No, no, no. I don’t want to go and I know you don’t want that either.” Stiles shook his head frantically, approaching her again. “Remember when you asked me to always be in your life?”

“Yeah, but not like this!” She flailed her arms to express her frustration. “I want us to be friends not destroy each other with our lingering feelings.”

“I’m sorry, I really am. But, my feelings are always gonna be there.” Stiles placed his hands on the surface around her thighs, but didn’t dare touch her out of respect. “Especially since how we ended things so abruptly! I never got the proper closure.”

“And neither did I.” She retorted. “But we have to move on, Stiles. We’re just two disasters that are detrimental to each other. We aren’t meant to be.”

“I can’t be apart from you.”

“I can’t be with you.”

Silence filled the room as they both thought, neither one of them ready to except the other’s terms. Stiles can’t imagine a life not alongside (Y/N) and she can’t imagine a life constantly being lied to with him.

“Does he make you happy?” Stiles asked suddenly and she certainly didn’t expect it.

“Yes, he does.”

Stiles couldn’t handle the truth she just confessed to him because in that moment it finally hit him will full force. He would never get the girl he was in love with back ever again. She had slipped from his hands and there really was nothing he could do to have her return. The gorgeous bride before him was the one that got away.

“So, is this it?” He asked, not caring that there were actually tears escaping from his eyes. “Is this the end of our love story?”

She didn’t dare say anything because she knew if she did she would burst into tears and sobs. Instead, the bride just nodded.

“C-Can I say goodbye?” Stiles asked, never feeling more vulnerable in his entire life.

“Yeah.” She shrugged, thinking he was just going to hug her and leave but was completely surprised when he kissed her again.

Stiles held tightly on her waist and kissed her with so much force, she almost fell back on the mirror. (Y/N) knew that this would be their last kiss ever and therefore didn’t feel the need to stop him. She allowed Stiles to kiss her with everything he had in him and she kissed him back just as passionately. Both of them forgot the whole world around them as they let themselves fall into this moment of pure weakness.

“I’ll go now.” Stiles breathed, pulling away and placing one last kiss on her forehead as he let go of her to leave the room.

The blushing bride thought long and hard before she decided that that wasn’t enough to say goodbye. She was well aware she was about to get married, but she also knew that this was the last time she’d ever have the opportunity to be with Stiles again. After today, they would be officially over and, for that reason, she immediately grabbed his hand and stopped him in his tracks. Stiles instantly turned around with wide eyes when she pulled him back to her.

“Wait,” She stated, spreading her legs for Stiles to settle in between them and placing her hands on the back of his neck. “Not yet.”

Before he could even ask what the yet meant in her sentence, her mouth returned on his and this time she was the one that kissed him hard. Out of pure instinct, his hands rested on her waist and she tugged his hair which earned her a small moan from Stiles. She took advantage of this and slid her tongue inside, Stiles moaning again in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Stiles panted, breaking their kiss the second she began undoing his bowtie and threw it on the floor.

“Saying goodbye the right way.”

He finally understood what she was getting at when she pushed his vest off his shoulders and began unbuttoning his white shirt. Stiles didn’t waste any time either, considering she was literally on a tight schedule, and untied the straps of her robe. The satin fabric fell on her dresser and Stiles let out a shameless moan when he realized she was completely naked.

“I didn’t want any panty lines.” She shrugged, taking off his shirt. “And the dress has a built-in bra anyway.”

“Oh, I am in no way complaining.” Stiles smirked, letting go of her to quickly unbuckle his belt and open his pants. They instantly fell on the floor and he pulled off his boxers as well, stepping out of both pieces of clothing.

The two gawked at each other, enjoying the sight of one another’s naked bodies after spending so much time away. Stiles licked his lips at her perky nipples, waiting to be nibbled on, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of his increasing erection. He wasn’t at his full potential just yet, but the young woman still believed he looked incredibly sexy.

Stiles’ lips attacked her neck and sucked hard on her pulse point, his hands wrapping around her back as he pushed her bare body into his.

“Don’t leave any marks.” She requested and the words without a doubt wounded him because he knew she didn’t want any evidence of their time together. Even though it hurt like a bitch, Stiles pushed the pain down and focused on making her moan.

Which he definitely succeeded in because in a matter of seconds, the bride was a whimpering mess under him and the sounds jolted through him straight to his dick. What turned her on even more than what he already was doing to her was the delicious feeling of his erection rubbing against the inside of her thigh.

“Stiles, we don’t have much time.” She moaned, her hips bucking against him and begging for the friction to calm down the throbbing ache in her core.

“Are you wet enough?” He asked before bringing his hand down her body to slide his finger through her surprisingly soaking folds. “Oh, you definitely are.”

Stiles’ middle finger landed on her swollen clitoris and her eyes immediately shut when he rubbed slow circles against her wet nub. The increasing feeling of desire rushed through both of their bodies and he couldn’t help himself when he attached his mouth on one of her inviting breasts, sucking hard as his tongue flicked her nipple. The bride could already feel pleasure build inside of her and she knew that she would lose her mind if he wasn’t in her soon enough.

“Stiles,” She panted, the young man’s cock twitching at the sound of her begging his name. “Please.”

“Okay, okay.” Stiles nodded, biting down on her nipple and letting go of her now wet breast with a pop. “I don’t suppose you have a condom on you, do you?”

“No.” She laughed. “But, we don’t need one.”

“We don’t?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I’m on the pill.” She stated and the pain inside of him resurfaced when he realized just why she was taking such precautions.

Stiles didn’t want to think about the fact that she was having sex with someone else and that, after tonight, he’ll be able to touch her, kiss her, hold her, make love to her as much as he damn pleases. The woman that has his ruined heart in her hands was going to be a wife and what hurt most was she wasn’t going to be his wife. The young man decided to ignore his feelings and just enjoy this one last moment with her as fully as he could.

Stiles removed his hand from her core and used it to pump himself a few times as she spread her legs more for him. When he felt like he was ready enough, Stiles aligned himself with her entrance and slowly pushed in. (Y/N) immediately moaned at the feeling of his thick staff stretching her tight walls and Stiles was a mess of so many different emotions.

Of course he was extremely turned on and loved that his cock was now buried deep inside of her, but he was also sad and actually felt like crying. Saying goodbye to the hope he had of being with her again was the hardest thing he’d ever have to do and Stiles, honestly, didn’t know if he could bear it. Sure, the girl he was currently making love to wasn’t the only one in the universe. But, to Stiles it seemed like she was.

He thrusted inside of her slowly and let his head fall on her shoulder at the incredible sensation of his member sliding in and out of her tight walls. Pleasure grew quickly in the two, both of them enjoying the feeling of being one again. The throbbing inside of her stopped, but appeared in Stiles instead. His cock unable to hide how much he adored her warm and slick core around him.

After making sure she was ready for it, Stiles increased his pace and was pounding inside of her in no time. All of the built up sexual frustration and tension between them really helped to make the knots in their stomachs tighten immediately. Stiles hitched her feet up on the dresser and (Y/N) couldn’t find the self control in her to keep her screams down. Stiles was fucking her in an entirely different angle, repeatedly hitting a sensitive spot she didn’t even know she had, and she didn’t care if people could hear how loud she was.

Stiles didn’t care either, in fact he secretly wanted people to hear. He wanted everyone to know that he was the one giving her immense pleasure and that no one in the world could make love to her like he could. She was screaming underneath him and her core would occasionally clench around Stiles, making him scream out as well. The continuous fast pace and hard thrusting didn’t take long to make the two near their much anticipated orgasms.

Not only did the dirty sounds of their moans and screams echo in the dressing room, but so did the sound of the dresser roughly banging against the wall along with their connected and wet groins slapping together. The sounds were music to Stiles’ ears and he never wanted to ever stop being with her. But, he knew that that wish would soon meet its end from how obviously close she was to falling over the edge. Without really wanting to, Stiles brought his hand down to her clitoris and rubbed intensely to guide her to her release.

The knot inside of her instantly exploded and spread an inexplicable amount of pleasure all throughout her body. It was so intense that she couldn’t control her own shaking and her core clenching down on him. Which, in response, Stiles immediately came as well. (Y/N) moaned at the feeling of his heated liquid shooting up inside of her and Stiles didn’t stop thrusting any time soon. He wanted to soak in this last memory they would create together as much as he could and he wanted it to last.

It was when she put her hands on his hips to stop his friction from how sensitive she’d become that Stiles halted his movements. Her ex-boyfriend then proceeded to place sweet kisses on her neck and cheeks before reluctantly pulling out. Stiles enjoyed the sight of her completely breathless because of him and his wet dick glistening with her juices one last time.

(Y/N) used her robe to clean herself up as Stiles put his clothes back on. His pants were the first ones on, followed by his white shirt and vest. The bride jumped off the desk and Stiles instinctively ran to her aid when her knees wobbled and she almost fell.

“You okay?” He asked and she nodded with a smile, giggling at the situation.

“I couldn’t be better.”

“Well, you are getting married today after all.” Stiles smiled.

“Which reminds me!” She pulled away from his grasp and rushed over to a rack that held her absolutely gorgeous wedding dress. “Can you help me put this on? I’ll help you tie your bowtie.”

“Of course.” Stiles chuckled, putting his undone bowtie around his neck as he approached her.

Stiles carefully and kindfully helped her put her wedding dress on and he almost fainted at how beautiful she looked. His eyes watered at the breath-taking sight and he envied her groom because he was the luckiest man in the entire world.

“How do I look?” She asked, spinning around in her dress happily.

“Words cannot describe how amazing you look.” Stiles answered truthfully and the bride blushed in response. “He’s a lucky man, you know.”

“I do know.”

“(Y/N), I hope he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” Stiles confessed, gazing straight into her doe eyes. “I hope he always pick up your calls on the first ring, I hope he buys you flowers every damn day, I hope he takes you to every party this town can offer because I know how much you love to dance, I hope he never cancels on dates because you will always be his priority, I hope he gives you all of his hours when he has the chance, and I hope he does and is everything I should’ve when I was your man.”

“Me, too.” She responded, unable to hold back the few tears that rolled down her heated cheeks.

“Goodbye, (Y/N).”

“Goodbye, Stiles.”

The bride fixed Stiles’ bowtie with a never ending smile on her face and when they were both finally ready, the two former lovers walked out of the dressing room and headed towards the temple. Stiles entered the room first and sat right beside Scott, who definitely had a confused look on his face especially since his best friend smelled mostly of sex. But, also of another prominent emotion that made the werewolf’s heart burn as he watched Stiles gaze at the girl he loved so dearly when she happily walked down the aisle: sadness.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked his brother.

The word saudade is not only the definition of an inexplicable longing for someone you lost, but it can also carry a repressed knowledge that the person of longing might never return.

“Yeah, Scott. I really am.”

Stiles Stilinski knew that he would never get her back in his arms. But, he also knew that as long as she was completely happy-

He would find a way to be, too.

You Are The Music In Me (Star-Lord x Reader)

Originally posted by sitvistecum

WARNING: Some mention of sibling death. 

SPOILER ALERT: It’s fluffy af and literally Peter is a huge fucking nerd.


You looked up from your book as the soft sound of music filled your ears. It was upbeat and cheery, the type of thing that felt somewhat inappropriate for the current setting, yet, a relief to hear. Beside you was a man you’d never seen before in a red leather jacket, sitting on the grass. In front of him was a pair of worn down looking headphones that he was using as a makeshift speaker to pump out music from the Walkman he held. It was a peculiar sight. You’d certainly heard people play music here before, whether it be from an instrument, or a phone, or gentle singing. But the songs had always been very mellow. And now here was this man, playing music from a device you didn’t even know they still made, in front of a plot that you’d never once seen anyone pay attention to.

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Falling in Love Again

Summary: Yuuri becomes incredibly honest when he gets his wisdom teeth removed and Viktor is having a wonderful time. Much fluff and other sweetness.

Pairing: Viktor/Yuuri, Viktuuri

I couldn’t get this idea out of my head after watching videos of people after getting their teeth removed. I myself was a riot after getting teeth removed, but my mom thought it would make her look bad to record me. I am full of regret.

“Mr. Nikiforov?” Viktor stopped bouncing his leg and quickly stood, his heart ceasing to beat for a moment. Getting your wisdom teeth removed certainly wasn’t anything to get too worked up over, but Viktor couldn’t but worry about his darling Yuuri. “Everything went smoothly; you can come back and see him now.” He breathed a sigh of relief. The Russian didn’t hesitate, grabbing his bag and proceeding into the back with the dentist. “He’ll probably be awake within the next few minutes. I’m sure you’re already aware of this, but he may be a little… odd when he does.” Viktor, of course, already was aware and he had come prepared.

The doctor led him to a room at the end of hall and instructed him to call if anything seemed wrong to which Viktor agreed and thanked him. As the door closed, he put is bag down on the extra chair and walked around the front of the chair to where his darling sleepy beauty rest. Yuuri’s head was slumped against his shoulder; his cheeks swollen and stuffed full of cotton. Viktor could have died. He looked like a squirrel who had been just a tad over ambitious when gathering nuts. The Russian struggled to hold in his laughter; he could feel it expanding in his chest as he sat down next to Yuuri. As much as he wanted to take a picture, he knew it was much more important to first ensure the well being of his fiancé.

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Steve Rogers Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: steve rogers imagine where you accidentally break steve’s favorite vase. and he was on a mission while this happened. and so when he returns, you made everybody dinner and it was good dinner, and you’re really nice and acting mature and stuff like that. and steve finds it awfully suspicious how well behaved you were acting. and so he asks what happened and you tried to avoid the subject. and than soon enough he got it out of you and you were in full tears. steve thinks you’re being over dramatic

A/N: it’s long ;3

Warning: fluff


 The Avengers were out on a mission which meant that you were home alone. And when you were home alone, the first thing you did was clean. But it wasn’t just cleaning, it was cleaning while dancing. You loved to dance while cleaning, it really put you in the best mood. You decided to clean Steve’s room first, you wanted to make it look spotless.

 His clothes was spread all over the ground, and it bugged you. You brought your speakers into his room and plugged in your phone. You put on your jams and got out the duster, you started to dust around, dancing to beat of the song. At your favorite part, you took the duster and used it at a microphone. You got to Steve’s favorite vase, he’s never told you why it was his favorite, but it was.

  He’s always told you to stay away from it, but you could see the dust collecting onto it. You had to do something about it. You started walking to his vase suddenly your foot tripping over a pile of Steve’s clothes. You fall foward, catching yourself on the desk that the vase laid upon. You were happy you caught yourself, but the momentum you gave the desk shook the vase.

 The vase started to wobble, making your heart skip a thousand times faster. You tried to save it, but as you leaned over to save it, you bumped the desk once more. That one bump made the whole vase topple over and crash against the ground. You gasped as the vase broke against the ground. Your hand slapped over your mouth as you saw all the pieces of the vase scatter around the floor.

‘’Steve’s going to kill me.’’ you whisper to yourself.

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Fights and Cries - Request

Requested by anon: - Can you make a fic where the reader and Sherlock argue so the reader leaves Baker Street for a while. While she’s gone Sherlock is having flashbacks of her and their time together. He puts his emotions into composing a song for her on his violin to play it when she returns. With just a lot of fluff please!!
& anon: Could you do something where you call Sherlock a freak in the heat of an argument and he’s really hurt by it :( because you’re the only one who never called him that (John also, but for dramatic purposes yanno)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1.776

Warnings: Sad Sherlock, Sad (Y/N).

A/N: I have never written the words “I love you” so many times in one fanfic before this… Also, I’m soooo tired right now that there are probably loads of mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

How foolish had he been by acting like that, by talking to her like that. She had been the only person ever not to call him like that, the only person in the world to understand him and now that was over.

She had called him a freak, and she had done so because he had called her a lot of things he wouldn’t dare to repeat out loud ever again. It was in the heat of an argument, a very silly argument – but Sherlock always took such things seriously.

It was a dumb argument. Sherlock didn’t even remember why it started, but he knew that it escalated slowly until it exploded and she left. She had stomped out the room furiously, shutting the door and running down the rainy street without caring to grab an umbrella first.

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I’m All You’ve Known

You can read this destiel ficlet on ao3

Today, Cas is the one who almost died at the hands of a prince of Hell or whatever the fuck- it’s not like it matters what ends up doing them in, only when it happens- but Dean’s the one who’s wrecked. Dangerously drunk, waving a bottle around, nearly dropping it, though only twice.

Cas isn’t sure why exactly but he thinks Sam might have an idea since he retreated to his room as soon as they made it back to the bunker, leaving Cas and Dean alone in the library.

Cas didn’t notice just how much Dean was drinking at first, too occupied with leaning back in his chair and recuperating. There’s no wound, not anymore, but Cas is drained.

Eventually, he opens his eyes and Dean is standing (no longer sitting), holding a different bottle than the one he had started with, having entirely abandoned the notion of a glass, and glaring at Cas.

“You fucked up, Cas,” Dean slurs, moving to take another swig, but he aborts the idea. “You’re fucked up,” he corrects. He takes the swig this time and it’s a long one, long enough that Cas winces at the phantom burn in his own throat.

“The injury is gone, Dean,” Cas says placatingly, reluctant to defend himself. Dean seems primed for a fight and he doesn’t want to fight with Dean.

The feeling is not mutual, apparently. “Shut up,” Dean says. “Just- Just be quiet. You don’t get to speak anymore. You don’t get to say things, anymore.

“Dean,” Cas starts, never one to obey. “It may have been a close call but everyone made it out with minimal damage.”

“You can’t say shit like that, Cas.” Dean stumbles back like being near Cas, even with the table between them, could hurt him. He takes another drink. It’s impressive, really, Dean wasn’t even sure he could get drunk anymore.

“It’s the truth. We are all alright and-”

Dean interrupts him with a dry laugh, arms swinging out, liquor spilling, balance precarious. “No,” he says. “You can’t say what you said.”

Cas doesn’t understand what Dean is referencing and it might be because Dean isn’t making much sense but Cas is so tired that it might just be him that’s unable to keep up.

“You said you lov- You said-” Dean can’t say it, Cas never should have, so he drinks more instead.

Cas gets it, then, and he’s relieved. This he can handle much more than a conversation about how mortal they all really are. How much time they don’t have. Telling Dean he cares, he can handle. Showing Dean how he feels, he can handle.

Dean knocks back maybe another two shots worth of booze and slams the bottle onto the table. There’s an audible crack, but nothing seems to leak. Then Dean stalks down the hall.

Cas thinks he ought to follow but Dean is already back with a duffle. The duffle is Dean’s, tattered and worn, but it’s the few articles of clothing he’s stuffing inside are Cas’.

Dean walks all the way around the table and pulls Cas to his feet by the lapel of his trench coat, shoving the bag into his arms.

“I’ve put some stuff you’ll need in there like cash, credit cards. Some IDs I had done for you.”

Cas’ eyes are wide but Dean can’t tell since he won’t even look at him. This is not how Cas thought this conversation would end up going, and he’s imagined it plenty of times.

“You need to go, Cas.” Dean speaks gruffly.

“W-what is this?” What is going on?

Dean’s head snaps towards him, eyes finally meeting his. Dean says, “You have to fucking go.”

“Because I said-”

“Because you said something you can’t mean!” Dean pulls on Cas’ lapel again, tugging him towards the stairs. He’s so drunk that it’s mostly Cas keeping him steady. The angel could easily subdue him but it’s not like Cas would fight Dean.

They’re at the foot of the stairs when Dean stops, apparently sober enough not to attempt going up the steps. He shoves at Cas to, though.

Cas stands firm for moment but his voice cracks when he says, “But I do mean it.”

Dean glares at him, shoves harder, meaner. “You don’t. You only think you do, Cas, because you don’t know anyone else. We’ve- I’m all you’ve known. You need to go.” Then, again, softly, “Please go, Cas.”

Cas doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t understand what is happening, but Dean is looking at him like Cas is the person who’s ruined him most in life and Cas can hear the prayer that’s begging him to get gone and Dean is grinding his teeth like being this close is causing him pain again and Cas doesn’t want that.

Cas loves Dean. Loves Dean enough to always come when he calls. Loves Dean enough to go when he asks.

The heavy metal door of the bunker shuts behind him with a clang and he’s left with the clothes on his back, whatever Dean’s packed in the duffle and a very big hole in his chest.

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Hug Me [J-Hope/Hoseok; Angst]

“As the days pass it grew bigger, this vacant space of yours. Oh shit, it used to be so beautiful the flower bed we watered, even still, all the full blooms have become only memories.” 

[From “Hug Me” Taehyung & J-hope version; Trans cr; Mary @ bts-trans ] 

Hoseok x Reader; angst, some fluff

Summary: You and Hoseok were married, but the married life you thought you would be living is nonexistent now. You two were like strangers living in the same house. You knew his heart was no longer yours, but you still loved him. When the end of your marriage was near, you made him promise to stay with you for just one more month. One month was all you needed to finally let him go. 

{A/N: I had read about a true story in the internet a long time ago and it still resonates with me to this day so I got the inspiration from that story and also the song. Hope you enjoy my first attempt at full angst xO}


Originally posted by jhopies

          When you had said yes to marrying Hoseok, you had imagined your life would be endless sunshine, giggles, cuddling, and dancing in the rain like it was when you were dating. But somewhere along the way that glass globe of happiness broke and you began drifting apart.

           Now moments were spent alone and feeling lonely. You had a young daughter to tend to and he was always busy with work. By the time he got home, you were in bed and he would leave for work, day after day without seeing each other.

           The house was now silent, save the laughter of your child or the sounds coming from the television. When you had the chance to eat together, the air was stifling, neither one of you knew what to say to the other anymore.

           And you knew.

           You knew that he had fallen out of love with you.

           You weren’t the person he had married. You were thinner now. You were less energetic and you no longer had that twinkle in your eye. Hoseok touched you less and less, and you passed each other as if you were strangers in your own home. You slept with your backs turned, wondering when it had spiraled down.

           The first time you knew he had fallen in love with someone else was when you smelled perfume on his shirts as you were doing the laundry. Then he came home with a bright smile, the same smile that used to be directed at you. The smile would fade when you came to greet him, but he was your husband, there was nothing about him that didn’t go unnoticed. Slowly, he stopped coming home every day, and it tore you to pieces.

           But nonetheless, you couldn’t leave him.

           You wept, hugging yourself, curled in a sea of blankets in the bed that felt twice as large without Hoseok in it. Yet every morning without fail, you made him coffee and breakfast just in case he came by in the morning to change suits.


           Hoseok knew what he was doing was wrong, but his heart no longer fluttered when he looked at his wife. He no longer felt the desire to share things with her or even take her on a date. They had begun shutting each other out and he had begun being drawn to one of his gorgeous co-workers.

           She was aggressive like she used to be, initiating the physical contact daringly. She played with his hair when they were alone like his wife used to. He felt more at home in her arms, than in his own house with his wife and child.

           "Marry me.“ She whispered one night as they lay in bed, entangled in each other’s bodies.

           Hoseok’s heart fluttered at the command, and he kissed her on the forehead. "Let me tell my wife first and then I’ll ask you properly.”

           She smiled and nuzzled into his chest. Hoseok smiled. He was finally going to free himself from his current stifling marriage.


           You weren’t surprised when Hoseok finally asked for a divorce. You had been waiting for some time now. You knew he wasn’t working overnight whenever he said so, but lying in bed with another. But you knew you could no longer give him the happiness he deserved. Regardless, you couldn’t bring yourself to break off the marriage first.

           Although he was breaking your heart and although he was lying to you and sneaking around, you still loved him with all of your heart. He was your only husband, your only love. And it wasn’t entirely his fault that your marriage had turned into icy stares and cold expressions.

           He had the papers all set and ready. All he wanted you to do was sign it.

           "Let’s not stop ourselves from being happy, Y/N.“ he whispered, trying to justify himself.

           He knew you saw through his lies, but the fact that you had never gotten angry at him burdened him more. He couldn’t look you in the eye, knowing his guilt would eat at him when he saw the genuine sadness in them. He had promised to make you happy forever when he proposed, but neither of you were able to keep your wedding promises.

           You took the paper gently out of his grasp and smiled warmly.

           "Hoseok.”

           His eyes fluttered towards you. It had been a while since you had called his name. Come to think about it, it had been a long time since he had heard your voice. His heart hurt at what had become of you two, but knew that he was making the right decision.

           "I’ll sign this, but can you promise to do something for me first?“ you whispered.

           Hoseok nodded his head. You had never asked him for a favor in years. You always cared for him and your daughter on your own.

           "All I’m asking for is a month.”

           Hoseok observed her eyes look down solemnly.

           "For a month, carry me to and out of bed, and hug me when we sleep.“

           Hoseok stared at you in confusion. That was all you wanted? Why was that all you wanted from him?

           "And even if it’s not true anymore, tell me that you love me before we sleep and when we wake up.”

           Hoseok could hear your voice faltering and he also felt a lump form in his throat at your words. You really had known all along.

           "For a month then.“ Hoseok breathed.

           He owed you that much after all.


           After explaining the situation to his girlfriend, Hoseok was home every day. He had given you the divorce papers to hold onto until the end of the month, as a sign that he was going to fulfill his promise. Your heart raced at the thought of him holding you once again. It became something you looked forward to.

           On the first day, it was awkward. He wasn’t sure where to put his hands and you weren’t sure if it would be okay to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you. It solidified more than ever that you two had become strangers. You had known each other for years, but the people you were now were probably the worst versions of each other. Versions that you had never thought would surface.  

           He carried you to bed quietly, realizing that neither of you had been this near to each other in so long. Gently, he laid you down and slipped in next to you. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and you felt tears slipping down your cheeks at the feeling. Although, his hold was loose and hesitant, his warmth was still close to you finally. You had craved it for so long but knew it was too much to ask for, especially now that his heart belonged to another. You were reminded of all the nights you two had cuddled and talked about your future together.

           How foolish you two were. How foolish, yet how in love.  

           Hoseok felt your body shaking and he heard your stifled cries. It hurt him to see you like this and it pained him that things didn’t work out the way either of you had imagined. You were crying because of him yet he couldn’t even bring himself to hug you tighter to comfort you.

           "I love you.” he whispered and your body shook even harder at his empty confession.

           A tear rolled down his cheek as well. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep to the sounds of your sobs with a heavy heart.

           "I love you.“ Hoseok stated as soon as you opened your eyes.

           With a pained smile, you gazed at him. He lifted you in his arms and took you to the kitchen. While he was getting ready for work, you made him breakfast. Silently, you two sat across the table. You fed your child while he scrolled through his phone and ate.


           On the second week of the promise, it had become a routine for you two. Hoseok picked you up easily and now he dared to wrap his arms around you tighter before bed. In the middle of the night, he would find you turned around, facing him yet still in his embrace. He took this time to study your features lovingly, where no one would judge or catch him staring. Then he would pull you to his chest; feeling your unconscious smile against his skin sent butterflies to his stomach.

           Your daughter looked forward to the mornings when she would see Hoseok carrying you out.

           "You look like a prince carrying a princess, daddy ~” she grinned and squealed excitedly, insisting that she wanted to be carried like that too.

           The mood drastically changed in your house towards the end of the second week. Hoseok took the weekend off from work to spend time with you two. He wasn’t sure what changed, but he wanted to know more about what you two did while he was gone. He watched you play pretend with your daughter and carry her like she was a superhero. His heart melted at the way you smiled and at the sound of your laughter. That weekend all three of you sat and shared stories, some real, and some pretend. It felt like you were family again.

           During this time, Hoseok carried you confidently to the bedroom with a grin plastered on his face. He snuggled close to your body and you felt his lips brush against your shoulder as he whispered, “I love you.” It never failed to bring tears to your eyes, knowing it was going to all end soon.

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anonymous asked:

im gonna be a huge sap and ask for...wedding fic. how do they prepare?? how do they FEEL??? who cries?? (me. i cry)

“Apologies, Highness,” says the herald wearily. “You muddled the lines about history and lineage.”

“Again,” says Laurent.

Damen sighs, impatient. “This seems needlessly complicated.”

“You have said that,” says Laurent, “four times within the hour.”

“And yet it never stops being true.”

“I know. You wish we could be married in the Akielon style, and be done.”

“We will be married in the Akielon style.”

“A blow to the head and throwing me over your shoulder?”

A hush with the tension of teetering glass falls over the guards and servants in the room. Laurent throws a thin-lipped smile at his betrothed, and feels his skin dance with the knowing heat in the look that Damen throws back at him.

“Oh, it’s different for kings,” Damen says. “We don’t dirty our hands; we get someone else to knock our spouse unconscious. I’ve had ten separate people volunteer for the job.”

Laurent’s face breaks before he can stop it. He’s not entirely on guard, here, surrounded by the activity of two kingdoms and two traditions and one immense, ponderous, all-important ceremony. Someone is trying to fit Damen for some garment or other, and Laurent doesn’t think Damen has noticed yet. His dark eyes are still delighting in Laurent’s laughter.

They will be married in the Akielon style. They will be married in the Veretian style. No head injuries will be involved, but if Laurent has to endure a formal dance that ends with their hands being joined and covered with olive leaves, Damen can put his mind to learning a few lines of recitation.

“Barbarian,” Laurent says lightly.

Damen says, in Akielon, “I wish we could be married today. I am tired of waking up in a world where you aren’t mine. All of this is just…words.”

Laurent’s breath catches. The furtive, curious quiet of the room doubles in intensity.

“Ten minutes,” Laurent says. It’s a dismissal.

When the room has emptied but for the two of them, Laurent goes to the table and flicks through the pages of the Veretian ceremony–along with the added sections for royalty, and a whole new section, the ink barely dry, creatively drawing on a legend of harmony born out of war, to allow for the fact that the King’s intended will not be expected to bring forth heirs in the usual way. He finds what he’s looking for, the call and response, and hands the page to Damen.

“Start at the top,” Laurent says.

Damen raises his eyebrows and reads, “Who walks this path and leaves their shoes behind?”

Laurent says, “I come to you in trust, with the skin of my feet unprotected.”

“Who poured this cup to over-full and spilled water on the floor?”

“I come to you in plenty, and pledge you all that I have.”

“Who stands alone in such a room of souls?”

“I come to you in pride, and give only myself away.”

“Who ground the salt that now sits on your tongue?”

Laurent almost misses the cue. He is remembering one of the few weddings he saw as a child: bare toes beneath the sweep of the bride’s dress, the hem of it wet from stepping willingly across the puddle of water. The groom’s mouth, smiling, open for the white salt.

He says quickly, “I come to you in sorrow, heavy with all the tears yet to come.”

“Who bares their hands of gold and silver, and shows only skin?”

“I come to you in joy, light with my choice.”

“Who.” Damen swallows. “Who holds their heart so still beneath the knife?”

“I come to you in love, with my life’s blood for the taking.”

Damen opens his mouth, looks at the paper, and then lets his hand fall to his side. Awe rims his eyes like bruising fatigue. In the steady light of his expression, Laurent feels unbreakable.

“Just words,” he says.

“You’ve made your point,” Damen says.

“Damen,” Laurent says. “I’m yours already.”

A Real Father

Request: Hey boo, if it’s not too much trouble and/or when you have time do you think you could do a Steve x Reader where the reader is a single mom to a young kid and basically sees Steve as their dad and when their biological dad tries to come around Steve is NOT HAVING IT? I could see Steve shutting that shit down for real… Thanks for your consideration! Xoxoxo @overlordred

A/N: “Sorry this went on a little longer than I intended.”

You sat on the sofa braiding your daughter’s hair while you watched a movie. She was content flipping through the pages of her picture book. She spent the entire day running around the park with Steve and she was tired but trying to fight it. As you combed through a section she broke the mutual quiet with a soft question.

“Is Daddy coming over later?” her voice was small and light as if she had been thinking the question for a very long time to no avail and now was trying to downplay her interest.

“I don’t know, he said he had some work stuff to do, but you spent all day with him.”

“Yeah, I want to spend even more time!” she exclaimed and you laughed a little.

“Why is that, Kira?”

“Because he’s lots of fun.”

“Steve is lots of fun, huh?”

“You guys are getting married, right?”

“Yeah, next year,” you answered.

“Will we move in with him then?”

“Yeah, we’ll be closer to your school,” you answered. She was quiet again, satisfied with the answers to her questions. Steve was a great a guy but he was not Kira’s biological father. You met him a while ago, back when you were pregnant with Kira and going through hell with her actual  father. The two of you met through Sam. He came by your place asking for somewhere to stay when his apartment was obliterated by some villain. He came with Captain America. You were quick to become friends with Steve, and after Kira was born and your previous relationship was all the way over, you let him take you out for a few dates. That proved to be one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. He was always respectful towards you and your baby, never keeping you out too late and even planning dates that Kira could come along on. Steve Rogers wasn’t hard to fall in love with by any means.

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Loving You (Peter Parker x plus size reader)

Warnings; Some cursing, asshole boyfriend, kissing

Notes; This is probably the last part of this imagine. I know it’s kind of short but I hope you like it. 

Part 1: https://fandomimagines131.tumblr.com/post/162033798757/thinking-of-you-peter-parker-x-plus-size-reader

Part 2: https://fandomimagines131.tumblr.com/post/162190354267/dreaming-of-you-peter-parker-x-plus-size-reader

Part 3: https://fandomimagines131.tumblr.com/post/162343874582/missing-you-peter-parker-x-plus-size-reader

Tagging: @wannabe-weasley  

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Peter’s Pov

“She literally hates me now Ned.” I complained to my best friend. He turned to me and was about to speak but then Michelle interrupted.

“Yea well, you did ditch her to have 7 minutes in heaven with Liz" I turned to Michelle raising my eyebrows.

“7 minutes in heaven with Liz? What are you talking about.” My mind began to race. That’s why y/n said that I chose Liz over her. Oh god that’s why she hates me.

“That’s what y/n told me what happened. She said Evan saw you and Liz leave.”

“Well I didn’t I had to-” Ned nudged me in my arm to warn me to not say my secret “Umm, um get some fresh-h air.” Michelle just rolled her eyes at my lame attempt.

“Whatever happened, you better go talk to her about it. She can’t be with Brian he’s an asshole, and he’s turning her against us.” I just nodded my head as she got up and left our table. Then I turned my head when I heard laughter coming from the back of the hallway and I saw y/n and Brian making out. She looked so happy when she was with him, it made me sick to my stomach. That should be me with her. Then I turned my head back towards Ned who rolled his eyes at me, realizing I was staring at Y/n and Brian too long.

“Seriously Peter, you either need man up and tell her what really happened and hope she will forgive you. Or don’t tell what happened, live with having to see her with Brian everyday and try to forget about her.”

“That’s the problem I can’t forget about her. She as beautiful plump lips and those gorgeous y/e/c eyes. Her smile is so perfect. And her-”

“Alright Peter I get it, you really like her. So I guess you have to tell her the truth.”

“Yea like she’ll believe when I tell her I’m spiderman.”

“Hey Peter.“ I turned my head to who called my name.

“Hey Liz.” I politely waved to her then turned back to Ned.

“Can I sit?”

“Ummm I’m not trying to be rude, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please I need to tell you something it’s about y/n.” I nodded my head and she sat down. “Alright I just want you to know I didn’t mean for any of this to happen but Brian had this whole plan to get y/n back, which included me and all his friends. His plan was to make it look like you left her for me and I’m sorry.”

“Whatever but come with me.” I got up and Liz followed me “We need to find y/n.”


Regular Pov

You really didn’t know what to think anymore. You still liked Peter but after what he did, it felt like you shouldn’t anymore. Also you had Brian, sure you loved him, but he just wasn’t what you wanted anymore. He got really weird after you both got together again, he became more possessive and meaner towards Peter.

He probably knew that you still liked Peter and knew that his plan didn’t work completely. Sure he got you back but he didn’t completely get you back. You walked out of the library with Brian and began to walk down the hallway. Then you heard someone calling your name and you both turned around to see Peter and Liz running your way. Peter ran up to you and hugged you which was awkward but Brian pushed Peter away.

“Y/n, please listen to Liz please.” He looked at you in the eyes pleading.

“Fine.” Liz then told you about Brian whole plan about getting you back. You then turned to Brian with tears in your eyes. How could he do this to you? He knew you were happy with Peter and he ruined it. He made Peter seem like the asshole but really he was the asshole.

“Brian in are they telling the truth?” he opened his mouth to say something but then closed it, looking down at the ground “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Y/n you don’t belong with a nerd, you belong with me.” you scoffed.

“I knew you had been acting weird since we started dating again.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Come on you don’t know what you’re talking about, you’ll have a better life dating me than a dork.”

“God can’t you just let go of your ego for like one minute.” He rolled his eyes “I don’t care what you say I’m done with you.”

“What? You can’t do that.”

“Yea well I am.”

“Sure you aren’t in a week you’ll come crying back to be me and crying about how much you miss being popular. Cause y/n let’s be honest if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t be popular, you would be a no body that people make fun of.”

“I don’t care, Brian. I think I finally realized that everything that I had to go through made me realize what I actually wanted.” Before Brian could say anything else, you took Peter and pulled him into a kiss. As you smashed your lips into his, his eyes widened but then closed as you began to kiss you back. You pulled back from the kiss and smiled at Peter who was a blushing mess.

“Now you’re going to get it Parker.” Brian then swung a punch at Peter but blocked it with his hand and pushed Brian back into the locker. Brian got up and swung many punches that Peter couldn’t block leading Peter to have a bloody nose, and many bruises.

Peter then swung many more punches at Brian causing him to fall to the floor. The bell rang signaling them to go to their next class. Peter went up to you. “Hey meet me after school at my house.” He kissed your cheek. You watched Peter walk down the hallway with a blush on your plump cheeks. You then looked down at Brian who groaned as he looked up at you and held his side.

“Bye Brian.” You laughed as you walked down the hallway to your next class.


During the last couple classes of the day you were so happy realizing that you finally had what you wanted from the beginning. Peter. You didn’t see him in the hallways after school ended, so you just started walking towards Peter’s apartment. You finally reached his door and before knocking you checked your hair. You then knocked on the door and a couple seconds later Peter answered the door.

He was shirtless and had an ice pack of this shoulder. You looked at his eyes then looked at his abs and then back to his eyes you stifled out a laugh of his expression. His eyes were wide and his face was bright red.

“Umm oh-oh I-I ummm…… I didn’t realize the time.”

You laughed “It’s fine Peter.” you lifted your hand over one of his bruises on his right bicep “Are you alright” Peter laughed nervously and his face became more red.

“Yea I’m fine.”

“That was cool, I never knew you could fight.”

He scratched the back of his neck “Thanks, umm do you want to go back to my room.” You nodded your head and followed Peter into his room. When you both got in his room you told him to sit down so you could help ice his bruises. You took an ice pack and started to ice his bruises.

“You know I thought someone like you could never like someone like me. I mean you dated one of the most popular guys in the school. Who had big muscles and abs…..”

“Well you aren’t doing too bad yourself, Parker.” You laughed as he blushed.

“But still, I was just a nerd who liked Star Wars, read books and didn’t know anything about girls, but then I realized you were so much more than a pretty popular girl, we had a lot in common.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m pretty…” You blushed.

“I think you’re beautiful….and smart….and amazing.” Peter said as he pushed a piece of your hair out of your face. He then leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips. He then took his hand and caressed your cheek. He then he grabbed your hair in his hands and pulled you further into him. You lightly moaned at the sensation. You then pulled back from the kiss.

“I wouldn’t say you were that bad with girls.” You both laughed.

Then you continued to help ice his bruises. He was laying on the bed but he then sat up. “Thanks.” he smiled at you and you smiled back. “Hey could you grab me a shirt from my closet.” you nodded and got up from the bed. You went over to his closet and opened it. Something then fell out of the top and you caught it. It was raveled into a ball but it looked like a spiderman suit. So you then held it out and it unraveled into a spiderman suit.

“Hey, I didn’t know you did spiderman cosplay. This is just like his suit.”

“Oh yea-a, spiderman-n cosplay, that’s what-t that is.”

“It’s totally cool.” Then a voice came from the suit that surprised you ‘Hello Peter, you have 576 possible web combinations.’

“Something tells me this isn’t cosplay.” Peter scratched the neck of his neck and chuckled.

“Well……” he started fiddling with his fingers and then he looked up to see your smirking face.

anonymous asked:

Hello ^^ Is it cool if I request Todoroki's s/o being jealous of Momo? Like she finds them in a compromising/suggestive/completely accidental situation and she just like... leaves? She's d o n e. Because she's constantly hearing how those two should've ended up together? Angst that ends up with fluff! Thank you very very much!:3

Dear God, someone stop me because my immense love for Todoroki makes my writing go out of control XD. Another Todoroki imagine that ended up much longer than it should have.


Slight spoilers for the End-of-Term Test Arc of the manga.

TODOROKI:

You loved Todoroki, you really did. But you couldn’t help but feel insecure sometimes. He was strong, smart, and attractive, which made him very popular, especially among the female population. You adored him, but you weren’t sure if you were actually worthy of being called his girlfriend. You weren’t terrible, but you didn’t think you were particularly pretty or smart. Not like… like her.

Yaoyorozu was a dear friend of yours, and you cared about her deeply. She was serious but unimaginably kind and was always willing to help you. She was part of the reason you and Todoroki had gotten together in the first place! The second you told her of your feelings for him, she had immediately done everything in her power to help you two, and you were so incredibly grateful to her for that, but… you just couldn’t stop the terrible feelings that arose within you when you saw her with Todoroki.

They just seemed destined to be together! They sat next to each other in class, and they were always paired together for training exercises. You also knew that Todoroki had been the one to vote for her when the class was deciding who would be class rep. They held each other in such high esteem that you weren’t sure how you could possibly compare.

When you went out with some of your classmates, you could always feel the stares, hear the whispers. Strangers would see Todoroki and Yaoyorozu walking side-by-side and talk about what a beautiful couple they made. And when you looked at them, you could see it too. Their gorgeous features, long legs, and confident posture made quite the picture and never failed to make you feel unsuitable.

The words of your classmates didn’t help either. They never said anything to you directly, but you knew what they said when they thought you weren’t listening.

“Yaoyorozu and Todoroki look good together, don’t they?”

“Don’t say that! You know Todoroki-kun is dating (Y/N)-chan!”

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it! It’s just that sometimes it looks like Yaoyorozu and Todoroki are the ones dating instead of Todoroki and (L/N).”

You know they didn’t mean any harm, but it still hurt.

You discreetly glanced over while talking with Mina. Even now, the two were standing in the back of the class, chatting with each other. You bit your lip in an attempt to quell the jealousy that was threatening to overwhelm you.

In the midst of their conversation, Yaoyorozu was using her hands to emphasize her words and took a slight step back. She didn’t notice the desk was so close behind her, and her ankle rammed into its leg, causing her to fall back. With his quick reflexes, Todoroki reached out to stop her and her hands instinctively gripped onto his shirt, but it was far too late, and the two went crashing down.

The entire class turned at the sudden noise and eyes widened at the sight. Todoroki had fallen on top of Yaoyorozu, his hand cradling the back of her head to protect her from injury. Their chests were pressed against each other, their long legs tangled together, and their faces were mere centimeters apart.

Catcalls and laughter filled the room.

“Way to go, Yao-momo! You’ve really got Todoroki falling for you!” Kaminari cheered, laughing hysterically.

Sero joined in with a grin. “The two recommended students of Class 1-A, not bad. Quite the power couple.”

You couldn’t take it any more. You stood abruptly, making your chair clatter loudly onto the ground and causing everyone to go silent. With tears welling up in your eyes, you bolted to the door, sliding it open and running out.

“(Y/N)!” Todoroki called out as he lifted himself up. He held out a hand to help Yaoyorozu up as well, quickly asking if she was alright. She glanced worriedly at the doorway you had just left through and after she nodded, Todoroki began to chase after you, making sure to throw a withering glare at Sero and Kaminari on the way out.

The door slammed shut harshly and silence fell over the room once again. Jirou stomped up behind Sero and Kaminari to whack them both upside the heads. “Idiots!”


You were having trouble breathing, violent sobs racking your body as you ran. Finally, you reached your destination and threw the door open to step out onto the rooftop. Sometimes you liked to come up here with Todoroki to get a breath of fresh air. Other times you came up alone when you were stressed or needed to clear your head. You sat down, leaning your back against the fence that surrounded the roof. You pulled your knees up, burying your face in them as you wailed, tears endlessly streaming down your cheeks.

You weren’t good enough for him. You knew it. Hell, everyone knew it! But that certainly didn’t make it hurt any less.

The door slammed open, and you jolted your head up to find heterochromatic eyes staring back at you. You scrambled to get up and began to flee once more, but a warm hand caught your wrist and you were spun around, running into Todoroki’s chest. You used your free hand to try to push him away, but he grabbed that one as well, his grip tightening as you struggled against him.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), stop! Tell me what’s wrong!”

“Let me go!”

“No, not until you tell me. We’re dating, aren’t we? If something is making you upset, we need to talk about it. That’s how a relationship works!”

“Well, maybe you should be dating Momo-chan then!”

Surprise and a bit of hurt flashed through his eyes. “What? Why would you even say something like that?”

Guilt filled you when you saw that you had caused him pain. “Because…! Because everyone thinks you should be dating her instead!” you yelled, breaking down.

“What are you talking about?”

“Our classmates, random people on the street, they all think that Momo-chan suits you better! That you two would be just perfect for each other! You’re both strong and beautiful, and I’m just…” Another sob left your lips. “…not… I’m not good enough for you. I’m no-mph!”

Todoroki pulled you close, hands gripping tightly onto your wrists and pressed his lips against yours. You were surprised. He was not one for PDA and kisses were fairly rare, always done strictly in private, and even then, not very often. Your struggling died down, but your tears didn’t stop. When he deemed that you wouldn’t run away, he released your wrists and laid one hand on your back and the other behind your head to deepen the kiss, pressing against you as close as he possibly could. Finally, when you two were growing desperate for air, he pulled back from the kiss, doing so slowly as if he was cherishing every moment that he was touching you. He still remained close to you and kept his arms around you, staring seriously into your eyes. “It’s not Yaoyorozu. It’s never been Yaoyorozu. It’s always you.”

“Shouto…”

He shook his head. “No, you need to let me talk.” You swallowed the words you had been about to say and nodded. He took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s always been you,” he repeated softly. “No one else. I didn’t choose to go out with you on some whim; I chose you because I thought that you were someone that I wanted to have by my side. Who cares what our classmates think, who cares what anyone else thinks?! This is between us. I know I’m not good at being upfront about my emotions or knowing how others are feeling, and I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for not realizing what you were going through. But you need to tell me these things. Don’t just bottle it inside and hide it away because I know firsthand that it doesn’t make anything better.” You bit your lip, aware of just how painful his childhood was and how he never had anyone he could open up to. He moved his hand to cup your cheek, thumb swiping at the trail that your tears had left. “(Y/N)… I love you.”

Those words hit you hard. It wasn’t the first time you two had said it to each other. You’ve said it before in sweet tones or with playful laughter, but the seriousness of how he said it just now shook you and you began to cry again. You threw your arms around his neck. “I love you too! I do! I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” And you leaned up to kiss him once more, heart becoming lighter and lighter by the second.


A class period passed and the door to Class 1-A slid open, and everyone held their breath. They then let out a sigh of immense relief when the two of you stepped in together, hands entwined. Yaoyorozu ran up to you, expression showing concern and guilt.

“(Y/N)-san! I’m truly sorry! I really wasn’t trying t-” You lifted a hand to stop her, smiling at her.

“No, I’m sorry. I overreacted. You have nothing to apologize for, Momo-chan.” She put a hand over her heart in relief and took a step forward to wrap her arms around you in a hug which you returned happily. When the two of you separated, Jirou and Mina shoved Sero and Kaminari to the front.

“I-uh…” Kaminari scratched the back of his head, glancing guiltily at your red eyes. “Look, (L/N), we’re sorry. We really didn’t mean it. We were just messing around.”

You shook your head. “I told you, it’s fine. You don’t have to be sorry.”

“We still feel bad though. But really, you shouldn’t be upset. We joke around a lot about Todoroki and Yaoyorozu since they’re the two recommended students and always end up partners in exercises. But we all know that you’re the one for him.” Sero grinned, jabbing a thumb in Todoroki’s direction. “No one else can make Todoroki smile like that in public after all.”

You turned to your boyfriend, finding a soft smile curving his lips before he quickly returned to his neutral expression at Sero’s words. He sighed, taking your hand again and bringing you over to your desk. He sneaked a kiss on the back of your hand in a way no one could see it, giving you another small smile before returning to his own seat.

You blushed at his actions then turned to face forward when the teacher entered to begin class. You opened your textbook, gripping the sides tightly as you tried to keep from grinning. Todoroki really was the sweetest boyfriend ever.