So, I was walking around my neighbourhood minding my own business, when I went inside a café to have a drink, and there he was!!! He was with a couple of other actors from Operation Finale, paying and getting ready to leave. I decided to approach them and I was so nervous that I started talking to the other actors first, who were all super nice! Then I finally got the courage and approached Joe. He is such a sweet heart! I told him I loved his work on Billy Lynn’s Halftime Walk and he thanked me, so I asked him for a picture and he agreed. Then I told him that I was a swiftie and to please say hi to Taylor and to ask her to come here to Argentina. He said he had no idea she had never come here and that he would tell her! I asked him if he was having a good time here and he said he hasn’t been here too long but that yeah, he was having a great time. Then I thanked him for his kindness and left, I didn’t want to bother him or impose on him. He was really kind and smiling all the time, I still cannot believe that I got the chance to meet him!!!!
Also, he is so gorgeous in person! Like, the photos do not make him justice! Now I get what Taylor was singing about (well done girl, well done!!!) @taylorswift please thank him again for me, will you? :)
- Omg people would totally
ship you two as the love/hate relationship and/or the sexual tension
- Cliche, but start off as
- If you played Quiddich
you would make it your top priority to always distract Draco
- Shameless teasing tho??
- “Hey Malfoy, nice ass”
- “You heard me!”
- Shameless catcalling
purposely in front of everyone including Snape and his friends
- But one day you are
genuinely upset and on the verge of tears but you, being stubborn, refuse to
cry in front of him
- “Didn’t you hear me?! Go
- Offers you a
handkerchief, an awkward hug, and sweets
- A messy, tear stained and
- “Since when did you go
- “I should be asking you
the same thing, (Last Name)
- So obviously you two are
pretty close friends now
- He can basically trust
you with anything so he comes to you when he has problems
- But both of you are
extremely stubborn so usually the other person will have to confront the other
about their notice in their change of attitude
- You having to confess
- He’d totally try to
confess but end up getting too nervous and backing away
- “Hey Malfoy, you be
interested in going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”
wouldn’t be asking me out, would you?”
-”Pffftttt as if????”
- You totally were asking
- He said yes in the most
teasing way with a signature smirk
- You were very proud of
your relationship because there was no denying Draco was just hot
- But like he was a
- If you were sick he would
always freak out and if he saw you were struggling in classes he would
discreetly leave you his study notes in the most unexpected ways like
“accidentally” mixing his 100% amazing notes up with your slightly pitiful ones
- And ugh he was just an
amazing partner to have???
- Not gonna lie you two
were already friends
- Like you would gang up on
people you shared a hatred for always
- Sometimes people would
even avoid you two in fear of being completely roasted™
- It was like “o shit here
they come rUN BITCH RUN N Y O O M”
- But no seriously you two
would diss whoever and whatever if they got on your nerves
- And obviously he would
ask you to the Yule Ball
-“You’re asking me,
-“Of course. Who else
would I ask? Parkinson?”
- And like whenever the two
of you would enter the ballroom all eyes would immediately just turn to you two
- Because lets face it, the
two of you could stop traffic
- You would both sneak off
after some stuff had died down in a dark and empty corridor
- The two of you would just
be chatting by a windowsill whenever out of nowhere he would just kiss you
- You were like talking
about class or something and he would just press his lips against yours
- And you just melted
- Because you could feel
how shaky and nervous he was
- But he was so gentle
- And omg you cuties
- Tbh no one is surprised when you enter the Great Hall hand in hand
- Blaise catcalls
- Pansy snarls
- Crabbe and Goyle don’t really care
- But you and Draco are too absorbed in the little world that has formed around you to notice
- The only reason he knew
you is because you were the person who always just happened to score one or two
points above him on every. single. assignment.
- Like he would be bragging
in class about his grades when the teacher would speak up like
-“Obviously I have the
best test scores in here but that’s not surprise—“
Malfoy, Miss (Name) (Last Name) scored just one point above you…! So you’re
- And he would just be
- And then he would
basically track you down and discreetly ask about studying techniques
- And you’d just be like
“So Mister “I scored one less point than someone” wants to hear about my
studying techniques? I don’t think so, Second Place.”
- He’d do an unintentional dramatic gasp
and like press an offended hand to his chest
- And you’d just walk away
with the most smug smirk ever
- After that incident he’d
badmouth you almost as much as he badmouthed Potter
- Because after doing some
“researching” (snooping) and learning more about you from observations and
sources he’d find out that you’re actually really intriguing
- And he might have had the
smallest, tiniest crush on you
- But he’d deny it of
-the little bastard
- But like he actually
finds the small things you do entertaining
- For example, he might
have ‘accidentally’ showed up at the library every day you did and just happen
to notice how you would play with your hair or doodle whenever you studied
- One day, he discreetly bumped into you
playing it off as he was too busy reading
- You decided not to tell
him that his book was upside down
-“Oh, watch where you’re
going… Anyways, if you’re here, mind helping me with this subject?”
-“Draco Malfoy? Asking for help? Who would have known?”
- But you did end up
- And after taking multiple
deep breaths, he finally got the courage to ask you out
- And you told him “maybe
if you can score higher than me on the next potions test”
-gUESS WHO STUDIED THEIR
- Tbh he had no idea who you were
- And honestly he didn’t even care
- But that all changed when this happened
- So you were focusing on anything other than him while walking down the hallway,
- And accidentally you bump into him
- All of your stuff falls to the ground
- And he just shoots you a nasty glare and continues walking
- You are simply picking up your things when you hear “Lousy Hufflepuffs. Can’t do anything. No wonder that Diggory died. As if a Hufflepuff is brave enough to enter that tournament and come out alive.”
- You stop dead in your tracks. “What did you just say..?”
- He turns back to you with a scoff
- You run up in front of him and get in his face. “What the hell did you just say?! Tell me!”
-”I said that all of you Hufflepuffs are weak and pathetic. Diggory never had what it took to enter the-”
- But he was cut off by a punch to the face. His nose was bleeding
-”Don’t you ever start saying shit like that when you, yourself, will never be better than Cedric! At his worst, he is still better than you at your best. Maybe you should think about this before speaking unless you want to be bloodied by a “lousy” Hufflepuff again.”
- He is left in sh o ck
- From then on, whenever he sees you his entire face goes red and he hides himself
- Because maybe your courage and great left hook made him form a crush
- He leaves a note on your desk which is from “your secret admirer” (cause he’s cheesy like that) telling you to meet him outside at night
- Your first reaction when you see him is not a positive one
- He explains that he only said that about Diggory is because he tries to look impressive in front of his friends (Which isn’t a lie) and that he sincerely apologizes and mourns for your House’s loss
- After some coaxing, he is forgiven
- You sit and chat for a while and you are pleasantly surprised when you find out he’s actually pretty cool
-At the end of the night, he asks you on a date
- And with a hesitant yet bright smile, you accept
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 9,575 Author’s Note: Yes, this is the last part of the series, and I still don’t want it to end. I don’t think I’m ever going to be ready to say goodbye to this series. It’s been such a joy getting to create these characters and their dynamics that have led up to this final part; getting so much love for something that you work really hard on outlining and thinking about relentlessly is such a joy of mine. The amount of support this story has gotten over the months has boggled my mind. Thank you to everyone who has read or commented or talked to me about the series; you all have helped make All Too Well by giving me the motivation to push the story beyond what I thought it was capable of.
It’s strange what four months away from home could do to a person. In hindsight, four months is a relatively insignificant frame of time, especially when taking a step back to look at the bigger picture. Looking at your life, you know that four months is more of a whirling experience on the grand scale that is twenty-one years of living and breathing on the planet. But you have every confidence that the you who stepped onto the plane four months ago is a completely different you who is stepping off the plane four months later.
There is a freeing sensation, to look out the window from your seat, to see miles of city landscape and for once not be terrified of what lay past the horizon and the vast oceans. To see miles of beyond and actually know what kind of culture, what kind of people, and what kind of places filled the blanks of your mind.
But underneath everything, underneath your different mindset, your achieved goals, the knowledge that you were finally, finally on the path you’ve dreamt of since the beginning—Seoul is the same, and so are the people who roam across the surface. Seoul is still the same, providing a benchmark to measure your own growth with.
There is still the same food that floods your mind, the same night markets that America lacks, the same city lights that you dream about from your own smaller apartment across the oceans. There’s the same hustle, the same music that makes your lips curl up, because it’s a curious thing to not know how much one longs for home until that home has been taken away for four months.
But you’re back, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader
Summary – (Y/N) is the daughter of Dr. Facilier and is one of the Villain Kids who go to Auradon but when Mal returns to the Isle she goes with Ben, Evie, Carlos, and Jay to get her back when they run into her boyfriend, Harry Hook
Warning(s) - threats, if you squint harm/harassment hinted and mentioned, protective
Your apartment was like a ghost town. The emptiness echoed every time you stepped foot in the sad space. His shoes were missing by the front door. Your keys were never on the side table. There was evidence that people lived there. Ramen packets in the trash. Used coffee cups on the sink. But no one had really been around for two weeks.
Two weeks. This was the longest you had gone without speaking to Hoseok, yet alone seeing him. The fight at Yoongi’s was the worst you ever had. His sharp tongue dug wounds that even stitches couldn’t heal. He had been keeping himself occupied at Yoongi’s or the dance studio. Your heart sank into your chest anytime you came home and heard the washing machine running, only to find that the person who was wearing them was nowhere to be found.
A small part of you enjoyed the quiet. You were able to spread all your materials out on the coffee table. Bags of chips and half empty iced lattes were littered in between stacks of highlighted notes. He wasn’t there to yell at you when you fell asleep face first on your microbiology homework, the lines of the pages leaving imprints on your cheeks.
You did miss him. The two of you had been friends for years. But this time it was not your turn to say sorry. If Hoseok wanted things to go back to normal, he would have to swallow his large amount of pride and apologize.
But you had never heard Hoseok apologize in his life.
As Namjoon closed the door behind him, he stood by the entrance, snickering to himself. “Her? Liking me? Wahh” he said silently to himself. He wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling now, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “As if I’d like her?” he said again to himself.
“Hyung what are you doing by yourself there?” Jungkook asked curiously.
“Huh? Oh nothing” Namjoon said, flustered.
(One week later)
“Hey guys, Y/N isn’t coming today! Looks like it’s just us tonight” Jin said, filling his voice through the dorm.
“Awh, whyyy” Taehyung asked, coming out of the living room.
“She said she’s sick” Jin said with a frown.
“Let’s go there then! We can bring her food” Taehyung said, excitedly.
“Yah, if she’s sick she should just rest. She can’t be taking care of you guys too” Jin scolded.
Taehyung walked back to the living room with his head held down. He was looking forward to watching the movie you two had discussed a few weeks ago, but it looks like it would have to wait another week.
Namjoon meanwhile, listened to everything silently from the dining table. “That’s weird, she never falls sick…” he said to himself.
“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you” Hoseok said, sitting across from him,
In which you have the first sentence your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your shoulder, Jimin’s being “Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh”.
Even though Jungkook doesn’t have as bad luck as Jimin does, he isn’t completely satisfied with his “Fuck you” tattoo either.
Jimin had been only three when his mother had told him about soulmates for the first time. He could remember it like it happened just yesterday. That was how clear the memory was.
“Jimin,” she’d said, sitting him down on his bed with an intense look in her eyes. “In your life, you will meet one person who is unlike anyone else. You’ll feel a pull towards them - the first time you lock eyes, you will feel like you’re suddenly whole again, after feeling like you’ve been missing something, no, someone your whole life.
You’ll know them when you meet, but if you ever doubt yourself, a tattoo will appear on your shoulder when you turn five. The first words they’ll ever say to you will be carved into your skin until the day your soulmate says them to you, the very day you’ll first talk to each other.”
Here, she smiled. Like she was remembering something amazing, something special. “And when you meet them, Jimin, don’t you ever let them go. If you lose them, you will feel broken again, and you will lose your will to live and die. Don’t you ever let them go.”
Jimin had thought that the first words his soulmate would say to him would be beautiful and poetic, that the words he would get would be something he could treasure.
Boy, was he wrong.
On his fifth birthday, his whole family gathered around the little boy. On the precise time he’d been born, his shoulder had started to bloom with a numbing pain, just like he’d been told multiple times before.
It took ten minutes - twenty, tops - until the feeling had finally started to fade. That was when he got the courage to glance at the tattoo resting on his collarbone.
“Mom, what’s a boner?” He had asked, as innocent as a lamb, after reading the sentence. She’d gasped harshly, as had most of his relatives, then took a look at his shoulder.
Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh.
At the time, he had no idea what a ‘morning boner’ was, but as the seasons changed and the years passed, he found out exactly what it meant.
And Jimin started to wish that soulmates didn’t exist, so badly that he almost believed it.
Because no matter how hard he tried to lie to himself, the truth was that he had the tattoo on his shoulder, and it would never change. And honestly, Jimin couldn’t help hating his soulmate just a bit for it.
Jimin pulled the oversized black and white striped shirt over his head and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The shirt left quite a bit of shoulder exposed, and he sighed as he traced a finger over the words. The black letters looked harsh on Jimin’s tan skin, and it made him cringe.
He’d gotten used to the tattoo over the years, but his friends hadn’t. Because of his (stupid) soulmate, he’d become the butt of fifty too many jokes, and, whenever his friends laughed, he wanted to break the nose of whoever would be brash enough to say this.
Jimin had sworn, when he’d been seventeen and incredibly annoyed after a particularly harsh (but slightly funny) joke, that the first thing he’d say to his soulmate when he met them, no matter who they were, would be a big “fuck you”.
That was what he thought about as he squeezed a generous amount of thick foundation on his fingers and started to spread it on his tattoo. His friends were bad enough; he didn’t need any strangers seeing it at today’s party, which was being hosted but the richest and most arrogant brat on the whole campus. Probably the whole freaking world.
Jimin didn’t know the guy - hell, he hadn’t even talked to him - but he already didn’t like him. He was handsome and rich, and he definitely knew it. Jimin only had agreed to go to the stupid thing because his best friend, Hoseok, had convinced him to. In fact, Hoseok wanted Jimin to go with him so he could hook him up with Yoongi, Jimin’s other best friend. Not an exciting prospect, honestly.
“Jimin, come on! We’re going to be late!” Hoseok yelled through the bathroom door, banging on the wood with heavy fists. It was ten o’clock in the evening, and Hoseok was eager to meet with Yoongi, who would (hopefully) be his date for the night.
“Shut up, I’m coming,” Jimin mumbled, putting the foundation away when his tattoo was covered up the way it was supposed to be. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, glaring. Hoseok knew he hated being rushed, and his roommate gave him an innocent smile.
Hoseok was dressed in black skinny jeans and a plain white top, a blazer and sneakers thrown on for good measure. Very billionaire-playboy-chilling-with-a-glass-of-scotch.
“Woah, you look good”, he complimented him, and Jimin’s glare turned into a smile. He’d parted his hair to reveal his forehead, and even though he wasn’t the most confident person, he felt good about the way he looked for once.
“Now, can we go?” Hoseok pleaded, with big doe eyes for effect, and Jimin sighed.
“Fine, let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, grabbing a pair of black boots. Hoseok watched him pull them on, and Jimin muttered, “Calm down,” just when he was pulled out the door.
“Oh my God, I’m so nervous, I think I’m going to puke. I think I look green, do I look green?”
Jimin rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. Hoseok had been rambling for the past half hour, while they walked to the mansion where the party was supposed to be.
“You’ll be just fine, don’t worry. He might seem a bit cold, but I swear he’s all rainbows and unicorns inside,” Jimin said, doing his best to pry his best friend’s claws off his shirt (it was a gift, after all). He snickered when Hoseok kept muttering, ‘oh my God,’ as they arrived. The house was a mansion, almost as grand as Gatsby’s. What else would you expect from a rich brat?
As they made their way to the front door, Jimin started to look around. Yoongi had promised to be here; he owed Jimin a favor, which was why he had agreed to be Hoseok’s date for tonight. Otherwise he probably would’ve just stayed home, writing music in the almost-dark as usual (Yoongi’s dream was to be a famous rapper).
When Jimin finally spotted him, lounging near a wall with a stereotypical red solo cup in his hand, he grabbed Hoseok’s hand and started making his way towards the dark-haired man. Hopefully, he wouldn’t move before they got there.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, that’s Yoongi right there, oh my God, he looks so good”, Hoseok repeated the words like they were the only thing keeping him alive. It was a good thing the music was so loud, otherwise Yoongi would’ve heard. Hoseok was right, Jimin admitted to himself. Yoongi was dressed in all black, with a snapback pulled over his eyes, like in all of his rap videos.
Jimin pushed Hoseok towards Yoongi, who had noticed them and was now standing up straight. Jimin winked and gave Hoseok a thumbs up before he melted into the crowd.
He didn’t need to be a third wheel for the whole night. No, he’d much rather spend his time with some good ol’ shots of strong, liver-killing alcohol. Jimin wasn’t someone who drank often, but his choices were a) be sober and painfully alone or b) be alone and roaring drunk.
Not a hard choice, really.
He found his way to the alcohol and poured himself six shots with a smile on his face. Now that’s what we are talking about. He downed his first shot after he found himself a place to sit (he wasn’t planning on being in any condition to stand for much longer). From his spot, he could see almost everyone in the giant room. His eyes skipped over people until he saw someone he really didn’t want to.
The host of the party. None other than Jeon Jungkook himself.
Jimin scoffed. He was leaning back on the couch, girls and guys surrounding him with a girl in a silvery-blue dress on his lap. Jeon threw his head back in laughter.
He downed the second shot the moment he saw that stupid rich brat sucking faces with another student (wasn’t he Namjoon?). He was nowhere near drunk enough to see that. Another shot disappeared, burning its way down his throat.
A weird feeling bubbled in his chest as he watched the two suck each other’s souls out. He couldn’t quite give the emotion a name, but it felt a lot like… jealousy? No fucking way. Jimin almost laughed out loud at his thoughts, downing a fourth shot. They didn’t even know each other.
The rest of the night was a blur, but he was fairly certain he had ended up drinking way more than six shots. It resulted in some awkward interactions with other students, who were nearly as drunk as him, and of course, he had blacked out on the mansion’s floor before the party had even finished. He could’ve sworn he had seen Yoongi and Hoseok get along well. Of course, if your definition of getting along was kissing rather shyly in a secret corner.
Jungkook saw the boy in the striped shirt the moment he’d walked in.
His silver hair that reflected the light perfectly, his plump lips that he bit when he tried not to laugh - every single thing about him seemed to draw him in. He’d come with someone who looked incredibly nervous, was that his boyfriend? His eyebrows furrowed, ever so slightly, and he shook his head. Why did he care? It was none of his business.
Still, his gaze followed him (wasn’t his name Park Jimin, or something?) intently as he navigated his way through the people in the party, until they reached a guy who looked like he’d rather be anywhere than here. The silver-haired male pushed his friend - something Jungkook had just realized - towards the guy who had been leaning on the wall. He was short, like Jimin.
Jungkook watched Jimin slip into the crowd, the two boys left looking awkwardly at each other. He rolled his eyes. The two clearly liked each other; what was so hard about talking to each other and actually sharing a conversation instead of awkward, yearning glances?
Jungkook tried to find Jimin, but it was like he’d disappeared into thin air. Had he left? A weird feeling of desperation flushed through the Jungkook as he moved to sit on the couch, people crowding to sit around him. He spotted Jimin a few minutes after, sitting alone with a tray of shots in front of him. Jungkook watched him drink shot after shot, and grinned at the cute way he scrunched up his nose after every single one.
Time to move on.
Jungkook turned towards the group he was sitting with, mostly to Namjoon, who sat right next to him. Namjoon was good-looking, he couldn’t deny that, but why didn’t his dimples make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Why didn’t his smile make his stomach flip like Jimin’s smile did? Would Namjoon’s lips make Jungkook feel the way he felt when he saw Jimin?
That was what went through his mind as he leaned towards the platinum-haired male and captured their lips in a kiss that Jungkook found anything but passionate. He could taste alcohol in Namjoon’s mouth, and it most definitely didn’t make butterflies fly around his insides.
He felt like throwing up when he finally pulled away. That was their first and last kiss, Jungkook decided right then and there.
He bolted up from his seat and headed towards the bar - because alcohol was exactly what he needed to drown his feelings.
All Jungkook could remember after that was downing way too much whiskey, keeping his hands to himself way too little, and getting way, way too drunk.
Jimin let out a groan as he forced his eyes open, then let out another when he screwed them shut again. The sun was high up already, and the room was annoyingly, incredibly bright.
There was an ogre in his head, kicking his brain and making everything tremble as revenge for last night. He almost wished he’d stayed at the dorms, cuddling into a fuzzy blanket while reading a good book. But the feeling of being carefree, being completely weightless, was worth the headache. And the nausea.
Jimin shifted to his side. There was something warm and soft, and he burrowed into that soft something, letting out a content sigh. That soft something smelled really nice, pine and cologne and something else, and he breathed in deeply. After a few minutes of being comfortable, he heard a rumbly voice rasp entirely too close to his ear.
“Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh,” the person groaned. The way his voice scraped around the edges made heat flood in his chest, like slipping into a warm blanket.
Jimin whined and nuzzled his face into the soft material, mumbling a small “fuck you,” as he did. A few seconds later, the soft something, or someone disappeared, and he hit his head on the cold, hard floor.
His headache split his head in half.
“Ow! What the fuck?” He yelped, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the tiniest hint of a pout on his lips. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he jumped, nearly six feet in the air.
Jeon Jungkook was sitting in front of him, all messy dark hair and eyes that sparkled in the sun. Jimin’s heart jumped into overdrive.
“What did you just say to me?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward ever so slightly, which made Jimin lean backward ever so slightly.
“Um, ‘fuck you’?” Jimin suggested carefully, playing with his hands and looking at his lap.
“Oh my God,” Jungkook mumbled. Jimin’s eyes turned into saucers when he started to take his shirt off.
“W-What do you think you’re doing?” he stuttered, failing miserably at trying to sound annoyed. Moments later, a sigh slipped past his lips at the image of Jungkook shirtless, the sun hitting his skin like he was a god.
And no, it wasn’t because of Jungkook’s toned chest or abs, not even his arms or beautiful golden skin, but because of the tattoo on his shoulder. Exactly where Jimin’s was. Exactly where the soulmate tattoo was supposed to be.
“Are you kidding me?” Jimin snickered, his nervousness vanishing. He traced a finger over the words, curling black on golden skin, and nearly smiled when he felt Jungkook shiver. “Does that mean you actually just said ‘excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh’?”
Jungkook’s cheeks turned rosy, the prettiest shade of pink Jimin had ever seen, and he looked down on his lap when he nodded. For once, not the arrogant, spoilt brat. “Sorry about that,” he said, “it must’ve not been a very nice thing to have on your shoulder.”
But Jimin didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about any of that, anymore.
He had finally found his soulmate, his missing piece, and my God, was he beautiful.
“You stupid, rich brat,” Jimin smiled, carefully leaning towards Jungkook. His lips curved into a soft smile, headache long forgotten.
“You stupid shortie,” Jungkook muttered just before their lips met. It was like Sunday afternoons, warm and comforting, but there was a layer of passion, just underneath.
And Jimin felt a hole he never knew he had disappear.
(A/N) Ahhhhh the end! Such a fluffy oneshot i LOVE JIKOOK OK
ALSO special thanks to my babe @yoongsigh for the amazing writing prompt and to the lovely bb @quill-ink for editing this and making it 2356293859857 times better <333 ily guys <3 <3
You always wondered if your timer worked. Everyone else’s seemed to. They always found their soulmate and was content, at least to your knowledge.
But your experience was different. You felt like you already met your soulmate, but the timer didn’t go off when you met him. You were absolutely certain the sweet, dorky, science-loving, cute nerd that was your best friend was it. He understood you, helped you out, comforted you, and (most importantly, in your opinion) helped you out with homework. Of course, with this thinking, you obviously had a huge crush on him. I mean, come on, who doesn’t have a crush on Peter Parker?
duchess tsubomi takane (23) - it wouldn’t be a party if she wasn’t invited. everyone wants to be her. shigeo’s first love.
ritsu’s mean older sister-figure.
one of the few who believe that shigeo would be a great king.
dating peter parker and being tony stark's daughter would include:
ok so i kind of went overboard with this hahaha but i really enjoyed writing it!! also if this doesn’t focus enough on tony i’m sorry I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WITH THE IDEA OF BOYFRIEND!PETER I APOLOGIZE kfndkdkdk. send me more of these cute headcanon ideas!!
— being properly introduced one day when you were at the tower doing homework on a sofa
— your dad coming in with his hand around peter’s shoulder, talking to him about germany
— you obviously know about all of the avengers stuff so you’re not too surprised
— he didn’t realize you were there listening to their conversation until you cleared your throat and stood up
— “oh, uh, hi y/n. y/n, meet peter parker. also known as spider-man.”
— “PETER PARKER? you’re spider-man? oh my god!!!”
— he was in a couple of your classes and you’d talked briefly but you never imagined that he could be the famous hero
— an awkward handshake ensued
— after your dad & him left, you couldn’t stop thinking about him
— peter started coming over to the tower more and more often, half because of his training and half because he wanted to see you
— doing homework and studying for tests together since you were in the same grade & both went to midtown
— soon it became a routine for peter to come over every wednesday & friday night
— after a while of doing this he finally got the courage to ask you on a proper date
— you said yes, but told him that you would probably have to sneak around your dad
— he didn’t want to upset tony, but he would do anything to spend more time with you :-)))))
— your first date was to midtown high’s school fair
— him buying tickets in advance and everything even though you said it wasn’t necessary
— it was autumn, so it was kind of chilly and he gave you his jacket
— both of you blushing profusely at the sight of you wearing it
— him winning you a huge teddy bear from the ring toss
— “since when did you have such perfect aim?” “radioactive spider bite, remember y/n?”
— SQUEEE going on the ferris wheel together oh my god
— THE CLICHE KISS AT THE TOP OMG
— him being so nervous, you both were, but the moment was so perfect
— taking his cheeks in your hands and leaning in
— his one arm wrapped around the back of the seat, the other placed on your knee
— MORE BLUSHING and giggling
— and holding hands omg
— ending the night with him swinging you up to your room in the tower
— it’s so picture perfect honestly
— BUT… your father was very suspicious and you had to lie your behind off in order for him to stop interrogating you about where you’d been
— he kind of figured that you were with peter but didn’t say anything
— okay, from then on you were basically the cutest couple ever
— holding hands under the table in class ALL. THE. TIME. whether it was to calm one of you down while talking or just to be in contact with each other
— you becoming close friends with michelle and ned!!!!! ot4!!!!
— sitting at lunch together and geeking out/doing hw/ just talking
— him walking you home. always.
— but then waiting like fifteen minutes before coming inside to talk to tony in order to “not get his ass kicked”
— he kept this up for a couple months before tony caught you guys holding hands under the blanket during movie night with the rest of the avengers
— him freaking out and scaring the crap out of the poor kid before calming down and just warning him
— “you hurt her, you’re outta here kiddo.”
— “y-yes sir. i would never.”
— texting non-stop
— having tons of inside jokes
— aunt may ADORES you. seriously, she loves you almost as much as peter does. and that’s A LOT.
— when peter wasn’t at the tower, you paid visits to him in queens often
— eating thai food and pizza with him and may
— watching star wars with him repeatedly, sitting close to him on the couch
— cuddling. and lots of it.
— sometimes when he’d get bored of the movie he’d seen so many times peter would lean over and kiss you
— his kisses were always soft and sweet
— he held you as if you were so fragile and he didn’t want to break you
— DOING THE UPSIDE DOWN ICONIC SPIDER-MAN KISS OMG
— his web getting in your hair and all over your clothes but it was worth it
— “hey peter?” “mm?” “your butt looks really good in that suit.”
OKAY THIS WAS SO LONG I APOLOGIZE I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY LOL. i hope you enjoyed it 💖💝 i am fluffy peter parker TRASH.
Summary: Being Lydia Martins cousin, but you are different from her you are something else entirely. Being Derek’s ex lover may get in the way of helping the pack. Requested: Sort of. Warnings: None. A/N: So this might suck but I kind of liked the idea I hope you enjoy and feed back is welcomed. Part 2 upon request.
I sighed running my fingers through my hair as the other held the steering wheel in place, returning to Beacon Hills was not what I really wanted but my cousin Lydia needed my help. With me being a few years older than her I had left Beacon Hills right after I graduated, there are many reasons why I left one of them was all the supernatural chaos that was in town. The other being I didn’t know how to control what I was, with me not knowing how to control what was inside me led me to believe that I wasn’t any help being there, so I ran. I pulled into the driveway of the building I was about to meet everyone in, I recognized it as Derek’s loft, I had been there many times before I left. I turned off my car and sat there for a while biting my lip and trying to figure out what I would say to them after being gone for two years, though I knew what was going on with them considering Lydia always kept me up to date. I finally got the courage to get out of my car and walk into the loft, when I got up to Derek’s place I saw everyone standing around and chatting. There was some not so familiar faces which I figured were the new members of Scott’s pack, I walked in my fingers fiddling with each other. “Hey guys.” I said softly once I was in view of everyone. “Y/N!!” Lydia smiled running to me and giving me a hug. She then started to introduce me to the new faces of the pack, I smiled politely and looked around my heart felt like it stopped when I locked eyes with the person I left all two years ago. His greenish-blue eyes bore into me and made me shift slightly, the intensity almost made me pass out I could tell by the look on his face that he was both confused and slightly hurt at my return. I mouthed a soft hello which he then returned with a curt nod, I looked down my feet suddenly becoming interesting. “Okay Y/N, I know you are probably wondering why I asked you back but we need your help desperately. I heard from Lydia that you figured out what you are and how to work whatever it is that you have and maybe you could help us, you see there are these dread doctors we defeated them once before but somehow they came back.” Scott spoke, I looked at him chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know how much help I can be. I’m a Siren, Scott do you know what that means? My song leads people to their death, the only positive part of this is that I can see your past and your future but that’s it.” I said seriously. “If I hurt one of you I don’t know what I would do.” I continued shaking my head. “Let me get this straight you brought a succubus to Beacon Hills? Are you kidding?” I heard Peter say making me growl and turn to face him. “I’m not a succubus Peter they are different, and if I was one you would know it.” I glared at him and folded my arms across my chest. “Y/N but you can lure them here and helps us defeat them.” I heard Lydia say. I sighed in defeat and rolled my eyes. “Fine but after that I’m gone.” Just as I had I said this I locked eyes with Derek again making him scoff and shake his head. “Always running, things get to tough then you run. You haven’t changed a bit.” He spat making everyone’s eyes advert between the two of us. “We are going to leave you two alone. Y/N I have a room set up for you at my place when you are ready.” I heard Lydia speak as she ushered everyone out of Derek’s loft, and I watched as Malia grabbed Peter’s arm and pull him out of the loft as well. I finally looked back up at Derek after hearing the metal door shut, our eyes locked like we were talking only with our eyes. “Listen Derek. I’m sorry okay, what more do you want me to say? I left yes but I needed to figure out who or what I was.” I said softly biting my lip. “You left me when I needed you, you were my anchor Y/N and when you left every part of me did as well.” He said closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, this action made me scuff. “You are not one to be sentimental what is making this any different Der, you never once showed me that I was your anchor.” I growled walking towards him with my finger pointed out. “I loved you and you know that, I left because of what was going on. You shut me out when things started to get worse with all of the supernatural shit an-.” I was cut off mid-sentence by the warm pair of lips I have craved since I left, it didn’t take me long to melt into the kiss my hands gripping his shirt. When his hands found my hips is when I snapped out of it and pushed him way, it took all I had not to push him against the wall and kiss him again. But I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t let myself be pulled back in again. “I know what you are doing Derek, it’s not happening screw you. You can’t change my mind.” I said starting to walk away. “I will find a way even if it kills me.” I heard him whisper as I walked out of his loft and into my car.
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