annoying to say the least

BTS Reaction to Another Guy Sending Looks to Their GF

Request: May I request a BTS reaction to another guy sending looks or staring at their girlfriend? :3

Note: REVAMPED.*Credit to gif owners*

Jin  He was bothered by the way the other guy looked at you, blowing you a kiss from afar and while Jin saw the way you flushed in embarrassment, turning around to bury your face into Jin’s chest, he was absolutely pissed. He death glared the guy and eventually, the guy walked away before he could witness Jin’s terrifying aura.

Originally posted by wintaeangel

SugaHe noticed the way the man stared at you and he tried to ignore the man, trying to enjoy your company and the fancy dinner he took you out on. About an hour passed and the man was still staring at you as if you were a rare kind of delicious piece of meat, Yoongi was more than done. He walked from your table and towards the man’s table, and the man instantly flushed. “It would be nice if you could stop.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

J-Hope ➳ He was bright and happy, trying his best to show you how much he loved you so you wouldn’t notice the group of men staring you in a way that would make you feel very uncomfortable. He pulled you into his chest, and instantly death glared the men behind you, giving them a ‘I’m going to kill you’ gesture which had them looking away sheepishly. “That’s what I thought.” He muttered under his breath and you looked to him in confusion, questioning what he said but he just pecked your lips, a bright smile adorning his features.

Originally posted by yahjiminie

RapMonster ➳ His eyebrows furrowed while his fingers began to grip yours, anger surging through him in seconds. He was going to tell the guy off, the one who kept sending you 'call me’ gestures and whistling towards you, catcalling you in various ways. He began to charge towards the man who was with a group of friends, until you tugged on his arm, shaking your head. “It’s not worth it.”

“For you, anything is worth risking for.”

Originally posted by joonjuly

Jimin Your smile was so bright, and that was one of the main reasons he fell in love with you. He was jealous seeing how your smile attracted other eyes, especially that guy who kept staring at you for a while now. But, he couldn’t be mad, because he knew if you didn’t belong to him and he saw you with someone else; he wouldn’t be able to help but admire your beauty as well.

Originally posted by syubprince

V You tugged on his shirt when you two were trying to buy groceries. He looked at you worriedly when you looked slightly embarrassed. “Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked you, and you looked behind you to a man who kept staring at your body, making it obvious he had wanted you in more ways than one. Taehyung was annoyed to say the least, he pulled you into his chest and smirked at the man, raising his eyebrows and the man looked away, sulking.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jungkook He wasn’t stupid, he saw the man staring at you from afar the moment you two arrived. You were too busy looking at items at the theme park, too excited to notice, and occasionally asking Jungkook if the item was worth getting. He was too busy staring the man down, ignoring you. “Kookie, what’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, I thought I saw something worthless.”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


"lighten up no one died"

Notice how before he says that David looks kinda angry or at least annoyed. And as soon as he says it he realizes it and starts to apologize before Jack cuts him off.
So why would he get so upset then? Well what if- and here me out here -what if Sarah isn’t the oldest Jacobs child.
In the stage version of newsies Sarah is never mentioned, but we all assume she still exists. So what if there’s a fourth Jacobs child older than the rest that was also never mentioned by David or Les. Their older brother.
What if they had an older brother who was a trolley worker. He went on strike with the union, which was something David really admired. Except at one rally things got violent, and he was killed. David and Les had to go to work to make up for both their father and their brothers lost income. Which would explain why both of them had to go. And would also explain why David was that hesitant to strike with the newsies. His brother died therefore he’s cautious, but he still wants to do right by him. It would also explain why David was so upset and regretful when and after saying “lighten up no one died”. Jack shouldn’t be that upset because Crutchie is still alive. Jack didn’t lose him. The circumstances alone upset David and everything just keeps reminding him of his brother, so he lashes out. He and Les never mention it because it’s too painful for them
This is a total shit post conspiracy theory but wouldn’t it be so much more emotional if they had a brother?? Like davids development and involvement in the strike. His motives would be completely different and a lot deeper and ahhhh

When you see a relatable post about your OTP but OP tagged your NOTP

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

a list of things i think will and will not happen in the finale
  • in no particular order or organization
  • AD will be revealed and it will not be melissa, ezra, or wren, despite those being the only ones that will make sense
  • aria’s “i can’t marry ezra” line is just pre-wedding jitters as it’s all but been announced that they have a wedding in the finale
  • emily and alison will get married in some point of the one year time jump
  • spencer and toby will get back together
  • hanna will say at least 10 annoying things and whine to caleb
  • emily/shay will say “oot” instead out “out” just one last time
  • it will be at LEAST 50% ships
  • we will not get to say goodbye to jason and his beauty
  • we will never know whether or not melissa was ever really pregnant and if she actually “lost” her baby
  • all the ships will be together bc marlene cares more about keeping the shippers happy than an actual good plot
  • the rosewood cops will get nothing done
  • we’ll never find out what maya knew
  • lucas peaced out after admitting he’s still in love with hanna
  • we’ll never know what happened to sean ackard, hanna’s step sister, jake the martial arts guy, alex from the country club, alison’s dad, byron, meredith, aria’s pig puppet, sydney, and every single one of emily’s girlfriends
    • lol imagine if emison gets married and all emily’s bridesmaids are literally her string of ex girlfriends
  • we will 100% get a bunch of cheesy fan fiction-y ship bullshit instead of filling plot holes
  • cece drake is actually charlotte and that bullshit plotline will forever leave gaping holes all over the entire series
    • i will never get over how careless marlene was bc they could’ve still gone with the cece/charlotte plotline HAD THEY JUST PAID ATTENTION TO DETAIL
  • we’ll never know why charlotte made a dollhouse and a prom for charles when she does not identify as charles to the point of having a funeral for him
  • lots of makeout scenes
  • have i mentioned i am so ready to be annoyed at this 2-hour shipping event? because lets be real that’s what it’s gonna be
  • ashley marin will say something high strung and panicky
  • ezra will forever be a beloved pedophile
  • unfortunately they’ll never mention eddie lamb ever again

feel free to add onto my cynical post

I’m doing this for you // Shawn Mendes

Request: Today’s imagine is brought to you by 

Request #1 - Can you do one where Shawn is 19 and y/n is 16 years old and they’re hanging out on Shawn’s new condo and Shawn haven’t told the fans that they’re together so they kind of talk about that which leads into a fight but in the end they make up?

and request #2 -  I was wondering if I could request one where there is HELLA angst but then they make up?? 

“Do you know what happened yesterday?” I ask, twisting my head to the side to look up at Shawn. He meets my gaze, his cheeks a rosy color. 

“What happened?” His voice is deep and gravelly. 

“So I was at the shopping center and I was just walking through Target when these two girls come over to me.” I sound excited even to my own ears.

“Yeah,” He’s grinning fully now, my excitement contagious. I found whenever I was happy around Shawn, he would mirror my happiness.

“They were like, oh my gosh! Do you know Shawn Mendes? and I was all like yeah definitely.” I laugh, remembering their wide eyes and nervous fidgeting.

His grin drops. “What did they say?” 

“Just that they found us so cute and that we were relationship goals.” I should have noticed his apprehension about the conversation but my brain fails to pick up on it.

“So you confirmed we were in a relationship?” Shawn asks, a panic edge to his voice.

“Well,” I frown, “I didn’t say we were but I didn’t say we weren’t.” 

“Great.” Shawn groans, his hands moving to cover his face.

“I don’t understand? Why do you seem so annoyed?” I ask, a flicker of hurt crossing my face.

“We’ve spoken about this Y/n.” He tells me, his arms falling to lie on his thighs. 

“Actually no, we haven’t.” I reproach, becoming agitated by his tone.

“I don’t want people to know about our relationship.” He shrugs his shoulders like the matter was no big deal.

“Are you serious? You’ve been saying that since we got together!” I exclaim, moving forward so that I’m sitting on the edge of the couch.

He shrugs again and it infuriates me.

“Why don’t you want anyone to know? Do you want to hide our relationship away-”

“Y/n no, you know that you mean so much to me,” Shawn cuts me off quickly, reassuring me. “But its just, you’re younger then me.”

“You’re only 19 Shawn, 3 years isn’t going to kill me.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You’re just too young to be exposed to the kind of media coverage you’ll get by being my girlfriend.”

I immediately jump to conclusions. “So you’re ashamed of me because of how old I am?” I sound shrill. Shawn winces at my words.

“No I’m just saying that if I keep you hidden for as long as possible we can have our relationship more exclusive. You won’t have to face as much hate as you would if we told the fans.” He tries to explain but its like half his words don’t even reach my ears.

“So I can’t tell people that we’re together because you want us to be exclusive?” I send him a look of disbelief. 

“Baby, I don’t want their words to hurt you.” he rests a hand on my thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. 

“You know what does hurt Shawn?” I rest back into the couch. “Every time we go out to the mall or to dinner, there’s always that one girl or even that one really brave fan that hits on you.” 

He sighs, remembering how last week when we were shopping for a gift for his Mother for her birthday, we were interrupted. The beautiful brunette had strolled straight up to Shawn and fussed over his music instantly. Of course I could understand that she was a fan and had every right to talk to Shawn but when she began touching his arm and leaning closer to him, I began to worry.

When she asked him to go get a cup of coffee with him, least to say I was slightly annoyed.

“I couldn’t even say anything because they all know we’re just friends!” I argue, this one sentence had been used many times in the hour that had followed that shopping trip and once again, I was using it now.

“I know baby, but trust me, I’m doing this for you.” He was being too kind. I couldn’t seem to be angry at me and I knew his side of the argument was winning.

“I just want to be able to call you my boyfriend with out having to look over my shoulder making sure no one heard me.” I pout and he smirks, pulling me over to him until I’m seated on his lap.

“You know I want that too.” he pouts back, teasing me.

“Stop being cute, I’m trying to have an argument here.” He laughs, his forehead resting on my shoulder.

“What about this?” I ask, putting my hand under his chin and pushing up until his head is upright and his eyes meet mine.

“Mmhm,” He mumbles with a lazy smile on his face, resting his head completely on my hand.

“I turn 17 in 3 months. If we’re still together, can I have free rein on boyfriend rights?” I smile, proud of my proposal.

“I don’t know.” He smirks and I jokingly glare in return. 

“I’ve changed my mind, I’m not giving you a choice I’m just going to do it anyway- ow” Shawn pinches my side just as I finish. “What?”

“When the time comes we’ll weigh out the negatives and positives that come will telling the fans about my beautiful girlfriend.” He grins and I roll my eyes.

“Nice. Complement the girlfriend in hope of getting your way.” I wink at him and he laughs, his arms wrapping around my waist. 

“And I though it was just my hot body that persuaded you.”

Originally posted by officialshawn

The Two Sherlocks

For the World’s Most Patient Anon:  What if Sherlock is captured by Eurus (?) and the reader must solve her puzzle in order to save him - with whatever little she’s learned from being with him. She must decide who is the real Sherlock in a room with two; shoot one or die all together.

Thank you so much to this amazing Anon for this amazing idea and for holding me to task. I strayed a bit from the request, so I hope you don’t mind! And thank you to the gorgeous and talented @igottomuchfreetimeonmyhands who dropped everything to help me finish it! 

Without further ado, I give you my first story in months: THE TWO SHERLOCKS

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Food (and class) in Harry Potter A (lengthy) guide for fans who aren’t British

After another user asked me some questions about British food as it appears in Harry Potter I decided to make a post about it, as no doubt other foreign readers have similar questions. I will talk about EVERYTHING so sorry if you have to scroll through loads of stuff you know to find what you want, but I have written it to be accessible to literally anyone and I don’t want to assume people know what something is just because I do.

Also, it was impossible to make the post without referencing class. The fact that it was impossible only goes to show how it’s probably impossible to understand the books in depth without an understanding of class in Britain. The whole texts are encoded with references to class which are so subtle (much like class itself) that even I, who grew up being encoded in the same way, had to analyse the texts to find them. At some point I’ll make a post about just class, but for now we’ll stick to the light-hearted topic of food!

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A thing I did on comic workshop and posted on miiverse

bae jinyoung|best friends to lovers|part 1

Originally posted by jnynq

member: bae jinyoung
genre: fluffy
summary: you were best friends with jinyoung but you wanted to be something more but in your mind that’s never gonna happen. tho the wanna one boys have a plan to set you two together without either of you knowing let’s hope it won’t be a complete disaster
requested: yes!! soccer + best friend (can have romance)

  • you look at the soccer field watching the boys team practice
  • and you can’t help but smile as jinyoung scores a goal
  • you cheer for him loudly trying to embarrass him
  • he looks at you blushes and gives you a heart warming smile and a small wave
  • you wave back frantically with a huge grin your face
  • you can see seongwoo lightly nudging him and smirking him while whispering something into his ear
  • you roll your eyes you’re sure he’s teasing jinyoung about you two again 
  • and on cue jinyoung blushes bright red
  • seongwoo looks at you and winks while you just flip him off 
  • he smirks and chases after the ball once again
  • jinyoung gives you one last glance and smiling at you which makes your heart flutter 
  • even tho you’d never admit it did at least not to him
  • but the game continues and you keep on watching the boys practice
  • and your thoughts wandered
  • you and jinyoung were best friends
  • you had been since primary school 
  • you both loved soccer with a passion and you were both the star players in striker position of your separate teams (1 all girls, 1 all boys)
  • it all started when you wanted to join a game of soccer with all the boys
  • but they wouldn’t allow you to
  • cause you were a girl and girls have cooties plus they’re not as good as boys
  • prove them they’re so fucking wrong sister
  • but jinyoung convinced them to let you play and picked you for his team
  • he told you “i’m sorry about the other guys, you can take centre attack, prove them you’re amazing okay?”
  • making you blush and giving him a dazzling smile at him while nodding 
  • you felt sooo happy that even without jinyoung knowing about your skills at all he still convinced the guys to let you play picked you on his team and gave you the centre spot
  • you played excellently scoring 3 goals and your team won in the end
  • as you scored the final goal from half way 
  • all the guys jaws dropped at your skills
  • you rushed up and hugged jinyoung tightly whispering into his ear
  • “thank you for letting me play”
  • he automatically hugged you back tightly
  • “of course what are friends for? but i also need to thank you for making us win” he whispered back 
  • you both break apart smiling and you both knew you were gonna be best friends jinyoung still wanting to stand up for you basically shouted at all the guys
  • he grinned at you and you couldn’t help just at that moment but admit even then as a primary schooler your heart fluttered just a tiny bit
  • all the guys grudgingly respected you and in the end you became close friends with all of them by middle school
  • but you were closest to jinyoung of course 
  • you both became inseparable 
  • all classes you had together you sat with him
  • you became basically another daughter to his parents
  • and him a son to yours
  • son in law more like it
  • you both were each others best friends
  • he was there for you and you were there for him in every way possible
  • if you had a breakdown jinyoung could calm you in an instant
  • if he was upset you could always cheer him up
  • he’d bring you snacks before and after your soccer practices
  • and you’d attend as many of his practices cheering him on as much as possible
  • you both never missed a game when the other was playing
  • you literally were best friend goals
  • you guys would help each other out with school, friends, family, relationships everything
  • both of you had no idea where you both would be without each other
  • but as you got into high school you weren’t sure your feelings towards jinyoung were entirely just friendly
  • you just couldn’t think any guys could match up to him 
  • he knew you inside out back to front
  • all your secrets, quirks, weird things you do 
  • he knew all of them 
  • jinyoung was the sweetest guy you knew and a complete gentleman
  • always opening doors, trying to buy the meal and you always refused making you guys split the bill
  • but you didn’t know he never did this with anyone else just with you
  • you thought that was just him as a person
  • he always could make you laugh and you had the best time with him
  • he was also extremely handsome and so many girls liked him it was ridiculous 
  • but he really didn’t pay attention to them especially when you were around 
  • but of course you didn’t notice that
  • you knew he was out of your league 
  • and he could pick and choose and girl he wanted
  • which destroyed any and all hope of ever being more than best friends with him
  • plus he probably only saw you as a sister
  • mhmm sureeee he did
  • but all this didn’t stop from you having feelings for him 
  • they weren’t like constantly in your face since you guys are best friends and you spend so much time with him but they like popped up when 
  • things happened like 
  • whenever he went on a date or told you he liked a girl which was still basically never
  • your heart felt a weird twinge
  • but you always ignored it 
  • or whenever you hugged him or he complimented you 
  • you heart would flutter 
  • but you were happy with just being jinyoung’s best friend 
  • hoping your feelings will go away eventually but you were very doubtful you would get over him before high school ended 
  • you tried to get over him so many times but it never worked the dates the very short relationships could never even hold a candle to you and jinyoungs friendship
  • as you were totally lost in your thoughts you didn’t realise practice was over
  • you were snapped out of your thoughts with someone picking you up and putting them on your shoulder 
  • you automatically knew it was woojin 
  • he always did that when he wanted something usually money or food
  • “YAH WOOJIN LET ME DOWN!!!” you screamed while hitting his back
  • “ONLY IF YOU AGREE IN BEING A CHEERLEADER FOR OUR FINAL GAME” he shouted right back being clearly amused by your antics knowing he won’t let you down 
  • you groaned at him “for fucks sake woojin you know i hate being happy and perky”
  • the cheerleaders basically offered you a one game position for the final where you could cheer for the boys 
  • since you were known to be so close with them
  • but since then all the guys pestered you about it constantly begging you to agree
  • but they all had a reason for wanting you to be a cheerleader
  • they were the ones who even set up a special position for you with a little date bribing and they were done!
  • how i wish i was good looking how easy my life would be smh 
  • so basically after they won the game cause they were 100% sure they would
  • cocky dicks
  • they were gonna have you and jinyoung in the middle of the field and they’ll start chanting “KISS KISS KISS”
  • and literally everyone would join cause 
  • 1. people were sick of you two not getting together but being more couple like then actual couples
  • 2. hey who doesn’t like a kiss at the end of a game its cheesy and cute
  • then y’all kiss get together AND BOOM NEW RELATIONSHIP
  • also daniel mentioned the other reason for being a cheerleader soon after woojin picked you up
  • “but you know jinyoung would love to see you in a uniform something short and tight” daniel cheekily butted in 
  • “FUCKKK OFF DANIEL” you flip him off while he just chuckles at you 
  • you see all the guys knew of your crush on jinyoung
  • but they didn’t tell him and you loved them for it
  • little did you know jinyoung had a crush on you and begged them not to tell you
  • so they decided not to tell either of you and be good friends 
  • AND play matchmaker happily 
  • “awwww y/n pwetty pleaseeee can youu be a cheerleader its only for oneeee game can’t you do that for me” daehwi said cutely with a lot of aegyo and puppy dog eyes
  • “stop acting cute it’s not going to work you child demon” you scoff back still slumped on woojins shoulder 
  • “i give up she’s so fucking stubborn” daehwi complains 
  • “you barely even tried??” guanlin says
  • “shhhhhh” daehwi shushes him
  • “LANGUAGE DAEHWII!!!!!” jisung scolded daehwi
  • “oh come on lay off it jisung he lives in the same house as us” minhyun said with an amused smile 
  • “he’s still young minhyun!” jisung said scolding him also for his care free attitude
  • “if you say so” minhyun said while shrugging
  • mother and father goals 
  • “IM STILL HERE PARENTS!!!” you say obnoxiously 
  • “and there goes our least favourite annoying child” jisung sighed 
  • “of course there is, its you and the favourite is me” guanlin says smirking at you
  • “why the hell are you the favourite??” woojin asks trying to face guanlin
  • which meant spinning you around and all the guys trying to dodge your head
  • “cause he’s the swaggy rapper. duh.” jaehwan says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world
  • “I SAID THAT ONE TIME LAY OFF IT HYUNG!!!” guanlin whines
  • “NEVERRRRR” jaehwan screams 
  • making everyone wince at his vocals
  • in the mean time jinyoung, seongwoo and jihoon come over 
  • “whats all this about?” jihoon asks 
  • “basically we’re trying to make y/n agree to be a cheerleader for the final game” woojin says again spinning you around again making you dizzy
  • “STOP DOING THAT!!” you shout 
  • everyone laughs and you just pout 
  • “ahhhh so cheerleader y/n, is this for her to be in something short and tight for jinyoung???” seongwoo said suggestively 
  • making you and jinyoung blush so hard
  • but neither of you deny it lol
  • “HEY THATS WHAT I SAID!!” daniel said grinning brightly 
  • “YEAH ONGNIEL IS SCIENCE YO!!!” seongwoo shouts happily back
  • and they do their secret handshake which takes soooo long with the weirdest details like both their butts rubbing against each other, weird faces, complicated hand motions and they finish it with a bro hug 
  • “i should be part of that, ongnielhwan is science sounds soooooo much better” jaehwan said disappointedly 
  • “but you have meeee” minhyun said cutely while hugging jaehwan 
  • “ew get the fuck off” jaehwan bitch glared at minhyun but he still clinged onto him
  • “y/nnnn please agreee so these idiots can all shut up” jihoon pleaded 
  • “WHO ARE YOU CALING IDIOTS???!!!” all the guys chorused 
  • “JINX”
  • “can y'all just shut the fuck up” jihoon says grumpily
  • “LANGUAGE!! AGAIN!!” jisung scolded jihoon this time while glaring at minhyun daring him to say anything
  • minhyun just put his hands up in defeat with a “i didn’t do anything wrong” face
  • “teenage bloody hormones” sungwoon said rolling his eyes at jihoon 
  • in the midst of all this mess jinyoung gently lowers you down from woojins shoulder
  • making you extremely close to him 
  • everyone’s watching intently like it was some sort of rom-com
  • and everyone knew you were gonna agree to being a cheerleader cause 
  • he’ll ask you 
  • and of course you’ll say yes
  • and you were also basically in love with him
  • id agree to anything he asked me to but if it was a illegal nah cause like i love you but i aint ruining my life for you
  • and all of the guys were just smirking at each other knowing their plan will work out since the hardest bit of it was for you to agree to be a cheerleader
  • “guanlinah get me some popcorn” sungwoon ordered
  • “hell no do it yourself” guanlin replied  S.A.S.S.I.L.Y
  • “F-” sungwoon started to speak but he got interrupted very quickly
  • “SHHHHHHH” shushed the rest before sungwoon could go on a rant about how the younger generation should treat their elders with respect
  • and then guanlin would mention something about height
  • and sungwoon would go full on hulk mode
  • but you weren’t paying attention all you could hear was your fast beating heart 
  • jinyoung softly pleaded to you with his adorable chocolate brown eyes staring right into yours “y/n will you please please please be our cheerleader for the game? for us? for me?”
  • you knew you couldn’t say no to jinyoung especially when he was looking at you like that
  • “fine” you bitterly said 
  • which resulted in loud cheering and whooping from the guys
  • and the most heart warming smile from jinyoung
  • jinyoung tightly hugged you spinning you around
  • making you squeal a little and his heart warming at your cute antics 
  • you hug back with you eyes closed 
  • you love his hugs so much 
  • you part with everyone smirking at you two
  • before you could say anything daehwi comes between you two and hugs jinyoung 
  • “hes mine” he says cutely poking his tongue at you 
  • with jinyoung shyly grinning and blushing at you
  • you can’t help but smile at the two guys you loved them both heaps 
  • “BUT YOURE MINEEE DAEHWI” you say loudly while grabbing daehwi and tightly hugging/squishing him 
  • he squealed and laughed while saying 
  • “i love you too y/n”
  • everyone but you could see the glint of jealously in jinyoung’s eyes 
  • even daehwi so he parted with you quickly and silently mouther a sorry to jinyoung
  • and jinyoung visibly relaxed and mouthed back it’s okay
  • you were completely oblivious to all of it though
  • “but you guys better win and you also need to buy me pizza” you warningly say to all the guys 
  • “DEAL!” they agree happily 
  • you all prepare to leave and jinyoung wraps his arm around your shoulder while whispering in your ear 
  • “really thank you for agreeing”
  • “it’s all good” you say smiling at him 
  • “i’ll be your cheerleader” you chuckle a little making a cheerleading gesture 
  • which makes him smile widely at your adorable chuckle and cute pose
  • “just my cheerleader right?” jinyoung asks 
  • “just yours” you say sweetly back

BACK FROM MY UNOFFICIAL HIATUS W A CUTIE JINYOUNGG!!!! if y’all want info about the reasons for hiatus, fics to come and MY NEW SERIES please click here. anyways i love jinyoung and there will only be a part 2 to this scenario which will be the game and it’ll be shorter than this and ill be releasing that eventually. BUT THANK YOU FOR READING LOVE YOU ALL FOR STAYING WITH ME AND DONT BE AFRAID TO SEND ME A MESSAGE OR AN ANON!!!

Permanent Tomboys, Perceptions of Maturity of GNC Women

One of the things that tires me out as a GNC woman is how young people perceive me to be. I’m not entirely sure if it’s because I am so often initially read as a young man or boy (no boobs, no receding hairline, short af) or if its because people’s mental image of a twenty-something adult woman is quite necessarily an image of a stereotypically feminine, attractive heterosexual woman. Either way, it gives them an excuse to condescend to me. It probably goes back to the trope of the tomboy kid eventually “growing out of it” and becoming a Full Fledged Real Woman–disidentification with femininity and refusal of the feminine role, for young female people, is thus associated with childishness and immaturity. It isn’t necessarily that tomboys are supposed to give up all of their apparently unfeminine interests: sports and outdoors and videogames, stuff that might actually make them desirable to men or somehow “not like other girls”, but they are definitely supposed to take up feminine interests as well at some point. Not doing so is a sure sign of social underdevelopment. GNC women are seen as these ugly ducklings who never became swans by failing that all important outgrowing step. 

Even when people know I’m a woman they still seem to assume I’m younger, even in my late teens, and treat me as such. I never wear makeup, I never wear high heels. I never wear anything but baggy, comfy clothes. Placed next to my peers, I probably do look younger just because I don’t put in the same amount of work into a feminine appearance, and luckily I have a job where I don’t need to. 

The problem is that I tend to internalize this sentiment and start to assume that I must actually seem and act younger. I fear that misinterpretation of my age/maturity will serve as yet another social stumbling block when I try to interact with others out in the world. Or, I fear that people will assume I am underdeveloped or socially deficient. I fear that I really am socially underdeveloped and deficient. In reality this anxiety is absurd. I’m a full grown woman with the same amount of experience and capacity for intelligence and competence as anyone else my age. At this point I’ve lived in four different states and I’ve held more than a handful of full time jobs. I have a degree. I can replace a radiator hose and follow directions. I’m a damn adult. I’m not less of an adult because I refuse to take part in the ridiculous heterosexual dress up and make-believe games that we believe to constitute “adulthood”. 

Its not really a big deal in the grand scheme of things compared to homophobia and misogyny but its annoying to say the least and I’ve got a good amount of social anxiety around assuming that people are going to condescend to me. Waiting for that gray hair to start coming in, I guess. 

Seventeen reaction to you having a bad dream in which they cheated on you (Vocal Unit Version)

Request: seventeen vocal unit reaction to you having a bad dream in which they cheat on you or they die?

You walk In the house, groceries in your hand, just wanting to see your bf after a long day. When you walk in, he’s not in his usual spot on the couch. So you set the things on the kitchen table and walk to your shared bedroom. As you’re about to open the door, you hear a girl moaning. You sling the door open and there he his, hands over her half-naked body, attacking her neck with his tongue. “B-Babe…” His head instantly pops up, looking at you with a smirk on his face. You run to him and push him asking “WHY?!?!” He looks at you with a blank expression which soon turns into a smirk again, “I just don’t love you anymore, besides, she’s way hotter” Tears that were threading poured down your cheeks. 


He woke up to your sobs, you were still asleep but with tears pouring down your face. He shook you awake whispering your name softly. You slowly open your eyes and look at him. “Y-…you didn’t cheat on me” Hed stroke your hair softly, “I could never babe…dont think that..” You guys won’t sleep the rest of the night, just him softly whispering words of comfort to you. He’d defiantly reassure you and make sure you know he’s yours and you’re his.

Originally posted by hanwooz


You’d wake up and look over at him, automatically feeling relived he’s there still. For some reason, you couldn’t get the dream out of your mind. So you turn to him and hold him extra tight hoping he’d wake up. He’d flutter his eyes and look at you. “Hm? You up babe?” You snuggle your head in his chest as he wraps his arms around you, “ love me right?” He’d look down at you and say quite louder, “Of course I do, who’s telling you anything different? The members?” You’d have to shush and explain the dream. Expect cuddles 25/7 for the next couple days

Originally posted by beautifulshuas


You’re sobs would wake him up and he’d be annoyed to say the least. Not at you, just the fact he’s being woken up (like who isn’t grumpy?) Once he processes that its your crying, he’d be like “WoaH WhAt HApPEnD?” You’d explain the dream and he’d feel a little offended, just like “Do you not trust me? Are you not happy?” He’d probably just hug you and sleep again, wanting you to dismiss the idea he’d ever think about hurting you.

Originally posted by letmebangteen


He never really fell asleep, so he just lied there, playing with your hair. Once he hears you sobbing, his ears perk up and he looks at you with a worried expression. He softly sits up and shakes you like “Babbyyy what happened??” He wouldn’t overreact that much, but would be the most worried. You stop crying and just hug him tightly and you bet he hugs back. His fingers rubbing circles into your skin, and humming softly. He’d be heartbroken hearing your dream, spending the next few days reassuring you and making sure you know how much he loves you.

Originally posted by pabospoiler


You’d sob for a while and once he finally hears, he’d be confused and be like, “Huh??” and it’d take him a few eye rubs to realize that you’re crying. Once he does realize, he’d make a sad face and lightly shake you awake. “What happened?… Are you okay??”You’d hug him explaining your dream and he’d sigh, shaking his head. Telling you he’d never do that to you. You mean way too much to him for that. 

Originally posted by withjunhui


Teenage Dream *FP Jones x Reader*

Originally posted by thealipower

Summary: Veronica thinks you like Jughead. She meddles thinking she’s helping, only it was the wrong Jones. Now you’ve got repair a friendship, explain your emotions, and come to terms with the fact it’s just a Teenage Dream. 
Pairings: Mentioned/ suggested Jughead Jones x Reader. FP Jones x Young!reader
Warnings: Swearing, slight Riverdale spoilers & obviously FP is older than reader

Another series in the books. - Rosalee

 Part One

You had always been friends with Jughead Jones. You couldn’t remember life without the pessimistic boy, his introverted personality but intelligent mind had always interested you; it was actually your parents that pushed you both together. Your dad and his dad were friends, bonded together for life… something like that anyway.

From an outside perspective you could completely understand Veronica’s point. Ronnie is new, therefore she doesn’t know yours and Jugs friendship, she doesn’t know that you’ve both been through so much together that you have this reliability on this friendship. And she wasn’t the first one to point out how “close” you are, Betty and Archie, had both previously mentioned it too.

The topic had been picked up due to a question, one little question and your answer.

“What’s your type?” Veronica had asked both you and Betty. Everyone and their cousin knew Betty’s answer, she was still head over heels for Archie Andrews.

You had answered a little differently than her. “Well, I like to think I don’t have one but I tend to like the bad boy,” you chuckled. “Rough and tough, the guy that’s protective but also sensitive…only around special people they let their guard down.” Betty and Veronica stole glances at one another. “I guess, bad boys, dark hair and fuck you attitudes,” you laughed to yourself.

You can totally see how people would think you like Jughead, only you don’t, not that he doesn’t fit the mould but you failed to mention the whole “older than me too” part. It wasn’t exactly socially acceptable for a young, almost of age, girl to say she liked older men, specifically her friends dad. So you kept it to yourself. You didn’t want to weird Jughead out and you didn’t think that anything would come of this crush of yours, of course it wouldn’t, FP Jones is a Serpent and way older than you.

You turned the conversation around to the River Vixens, all three of you being cheerleaders, which led to gossiping over Cheryl that led to the topic of the town; Jason Blossoms murder. You had forgotten the previous conversation but Veronica didn’t.

If there’s one thing for sure, it’s that every Lodge likes to meddle in people’s lives and Veronica was a Lodge through, and through.

“Jughead Jones,” Veronica called and sat down, “just the guy I wanted to see.” Jughead looked over his laptop screen to the city girl with a raised eyebrow.

“What do you want Veronica?” He sighed gently and shut his laptop, pushing it to the side and resting his elbows on the booths table.

Veronica pursed her lips. “What do you think of Y/N?” The question has the beanie wearing boy frowning.

“She’s my best friend, I’ve known her my entire life. We grew up together, her dad and my dad kinda work together, well they did till hers went to prison.” Jughead shrugged, “why?”

Veronica groaned with an eye roll. “I didn’t mean that, I meant how do you feel about her? Your feelings, Jughead. I know you’ve got them,” the raven haired girl crossed her arms and watched as Jughead furrowed his eyebrows never have been asked his feelings for you before.

“Well I-I don’t know.”

“She likes you Jughead, Y/N has a thing for you. It’s plain as day to see,” Veronica chuckled at Jugheads face. “I swear you two are so oblivious for being the observant ones of the town.”

Jughead shakes his head. “Wait… did she actually say she liked me?”

“Well, not exactly but she might as well have. She described you perfectly; dark hair, bad attitude. Trust me, it’s you!” Jughead looks away, a little sceptical over this.

You had never hinted to anything more than friendship, plus you always said that Jug was like a brother and he was fine with that, considering he didn’t exactly harbour the same feelings for you… did he? He never had to think about this before, he never humoured the thought of a relationship with you because it seemed far-fetched.

“I’ll leave you to your corner booth of melancholy,” Veronica stands. “Just think about this and talk to her?” Veronica peered down at Jughead with warm brown eyes, he nodded once as she left Pop’s.


The week passed by in a blur and you hadn’t seen Jughead through it. It wasn’t weird for him to disappear sometimes but all things considered it was weird now. You glanced around; yourself, Archie, Betty, Veronica and Kevin all sat outside of the school. Archie and Veronica talking about music, Kev and Betty discussing some homework.

“Has anyone seen Jug?” You pry and the table goes silent as you await an answer, “well? Someone has to have seen him!” You interrogate, mainly to Archie, Jugs closest friend and the one who has been housing the boy.

Veronica shifts awkwardly and exhales. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” You stare icily at Ronnie. “I talked to him a few days ago, I mentioned that you liked him since you weren’t going to say it yourself-”

“WHAT?” You yelled and Kevin jumped, dropping his phone onto the table and looked up, having missed the conversation previously. “I don’t like Jughead! Where the heck did you get that from?”

Before anyone can answer Jughead is walking towards the table, messenger bag slung across his shoulder and a look of determination on his face. He stops at the table edge; looking at everyone before you with a frown much similar to yours. It’s silent as everyone stares from you to Jughead and back to you; you try and think of something to say, only you don’t know what to say or know how to get out of this.

“So…” Kevin looks around awkwardly.

“Do you fancy me?” Jughead brashly asks. No fooling around, no comment, straight to the point.

You scrunch your face up. “No way. We’re best friends, I could never do that to you or put you in a position like that,” Jughead sighs, you think, with relief almost. “Why does everyone think that?”

“Because you’re around him all the time and you said, ‘I love a bad boy, dark hair and fuck you attitude’” Veronica crosses her arms and you sigh with realisation. “Who did you mean by that?”

You look at Betty who was also waiting for your answer. “It does sound like you were talking about Jughead, Y/N.” she sympathetically smiles at how nervous you get.

“I can’t say,” you mutter.

Archie frowns. “Why not? We’re your friends, we won’t judge you, whoever it is.” He smiles encouragingly to you and you shake your head, standing up because the conversation is turning into something you don’t want to admit, especially to Jughead Jones.

“It can’t be that bad,” Veronica rolls her eyes and you glance at Kevin, the only one that knows of your harbouring crush; only because you accidentally spilled it to him when he talked of Joaquin, his boyfriend.

You try to leave but Jughead stops you, furrowed eyebrows and a look of perplex. “Why can’t you tell us? We’re your friends, I’m your best friend.”

“Because it’s your dad, Jug.” Betty gasps lightly into her hand and everyone goes silent at your confession. You see various emotions flash across Jugheads face, you breathe heavily. “It’s your dad and I didn’t want to say anything because… it’s just a crush, I’m sorry.” Before anyone can answer you are walking away, out of school, ready to die of embarrassment.

You didn’t hear from Jughead and Veronica, Archie had sent a few texts but Kevin and Betty had shown up to your house, ready to console you.

“I didn’t take you for an older man kind of gal,” Betty smirked, trying to lighten the mood. You chuckled and rolled your eyes, “FP Jones? Really?”

Kevin scoffed. “There’s a thing called Sugar Daddies, Betty.”

“And FP isn’t one of them, he’s lives in a trailer on the south side.” Cooper retorted and looked at you, “so, is it a just a crush or you know, something more?”

You shrugged. “I think, it’s just a crush. I don’t know, I’ve got strong daddy issues, I guess. I haven’t exactly let my thoughts run wild, I don’t want to be that girl, the ones that obsess over men and make up realities or some shit.” Kevin and Betty nod. “I just appreciate what he’s done for me, he took me in when my dad was on trial, he helped me through some dark times, and come on, he’s hot!” You rolled your eyes as they both made faces.

“Well, that’s good.” Betty commented making Kevin chuckle, “it’s good that you aren’t humouring the thought, like I did with Archie. Like anyone does,” you smile. “But-Maybe, you should talk to Jughead about this.”

You sighed gently and fell back against your bed, huffing out the air from your lungs. Betty is right, as always, which was annoying to say the least. If anyone deserved a real explanation it’s Jughead. You didn’t want to ruin this friendship because of this. Betty left your room to grab her bag and get ready to leave; her and Kevin having taken Kev’s dad’s truck here, you lived just outside of south side.

“I agree with Betty, Y/N, you need to talk to Jughead.” You sighed and nodded, “Maybe, he can somehow help get over this teenage crush of yours?” He prompt and you gave a meek nod, knowing nothing would be able to help this, whatever this is.

Once they leave, you’re alone in the house, after your dad went to prison your mum had to pick up two jobs. One involved working nights, it was hectic and you rarely saw her and when you did, she was sleeping on the sofa not having made it to her own bed.

You send a text to Jughead, asking where he is, he responds with ‘Archie’s”. After a full minute of biting your nail, you tell him to meet you at Pop’s, you lived just outside of South Side, you just made it into Riverdale High, narrowingly missing going to the school over in the other side of town. You grab your jacket and keys before walking outside into the cold, you had to make things right.

(I love FP Jones, he’s such a 😍😍😍 So, i wrote this agessss ago and since I’m short on time and this is literally the only thing I like atm I decided to just share it. Sorry I’ve been absent, work is straining me and I am suffering writers block too. I apologise. - Rosalie 🌹)

Help Me Get The Girl Part 5 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,474

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hi! It took me forever to finish this because I knew where I wanted to go, I just wasn’t sure of how to get there!  Luckily I got where I needed to go and this is where everything is truly going to start taking off.  I hope you enjoy it!

Your POV:

I was dreading the next day, knowing that Grayson and I were going to have to face each other.  I had stayed up on the phone with Ethan, crying over something I couldn’t understand, and he never asked me to explain; he comforted me and listened to my hiccups through each sob.

My car was full functioning now so I was able to bring Theo and I to school for the first time in weeks.  When Theo jumped out of the car he was instantly called over by a boy and girl that I had never seen before.  He beamed at them, his hand waving back and forth in the air.  He turned to me and smiled before jogging off to join them. It was nice to know that he had found friends to hang out with, but I was a little disappointed that he didn’t tell me about them.  Theo and I had a very open relationship; we always told each other everything.

Walking past them still smiling, I made my way into the school.  It was a bit odd because Grace was usually waiting for me right outside the door, but this time she was nowhere to be found.  Shrugging it off, I headed through the doors and straight to my locker.  Grace wasn’t there either so I was starting to wonder if she stayed at home.  Grace would normally let me know when she was staying home, so to me this whole situation was odd.

I whipped my backpack so that it was now resting against the front of my body. My hand was fishing through it for my phone when a burst of laughter from two familiar voices caught my attention. My eyes instantly snapped up to find Grayson and Grace walking in my direction.  Her arm was wrapped through his, her fingers dancing against his skin. His eyes were trained on her with admiration, the most genuine smile spread across his face.  Who knew that after mentioning him once she would hop on the Grayson train and become the conductor.

The pulled to a stop at my locker, still looking into each other’s eyes.  It was not cute and was super annoying.  I stood there waiting for them to say something, do something, or at least look at me.  It was like I was watching some cheesy chick-flick that was in the $3 bin at Walmart.

“Do you guys need something?” I snapped them from their dream world.  I had been in the school for all of 2 minutes and I was already irritable.

Grace giggled, “Sorry, we came to say hi but Grayson told me about your freak out at the pond in the forest and his interpretation of you was hilarious.”

I opened the filing cabinet in my brain, trying to find what she was talking about.  I didn’t remember freaking out at the pond.  If he’s referring to being splashed, that wasn’t a freak out.

“What freak out?” I questioned.

Grace unhooked herself from Grayson, “Don’t touch me!  I don’t want you to touch me!” she mocked.  “Since when do you do that?  It’s Grayson, what did you think he was going to do?” she laughed. I could tell that she wasn’t trying to be mean.  It was Grace; we laughed about stuff like this all the time.  But, this time it was different.  I was embarrassed and couldn’t even look Gray in the eye.  He didn’t know why I behaved like that, but I didn’t appreciate him making fun of me just to impress her.

I faked a smile, my lips tight in frustration, “Yeah, I don’t know what happened. I drifted off into LaLa Land or something.” I put my backpack in my locker, pulling out the books that I would need for class.  “Anyway, I have to get to class.  Have you seen Ethan?  We usually walk together.”

Grayson’s smile faltered, slowly morphing into a flat lined face, “He stopped into Ms. Evan’s classroom to talk to her about extra credit.”

“Thanks, Gray.” I muttered as I tried to pass them.

“Hey,” he gently grabbed my arm.  “We still need to talk.” He whispered.

I raised my eyebrows, “Then talk.” My petty ass was over the day already and just wanted to get away from these two love birds.

“You know we can’t right now.” He growled, leaning in closer to me.

“Then find me later.  I’m going to class.” With that I walked away, my focus on finding Ethan and hiding my face for the rest of the day.

I made my way to Ms. Evan’s room, but I found myself being stopped by the person I cared for least in this world…

Jordan Kooser.

Jordan Kooser who has been catcalling me since I was 15.

Jordan Kooser who has asked me out on a date 25 times.

Jordan Kooser who sent me an unwanted dick pic.

Jordan Kooser who Grayson thought I lost my virginity to.

Jordan Kooser who was the biggest egotistical maniac you will ever meet.

“Hey, Y/n.  Looking hot as usual.” He put his arm across me, placing it against the lockers so that I couldn’t continue to walk.  “You’d look even better with me on your side.”

I sighed, my face turning away from him, “I don’t know about that, Jordan.”

“Look, baby, just one date.  You, me, tonight—the movies.” He licked his lower lip before bringing it between his teeth, trying to seduce me.

“Jordan, we’ve been through this before, I’m not interested.  Sorry.” I tried to move around him only to have him step in my path.

He let out a sadistic chuckle, “I don’t think you understand,” he leaned in closer, “I’m done chasing after you like a puppy, I’m taking what I want, now. You and I are going to the movies tonight.  Got it?”

“No.” I deadpanned.  “I’m not going anywhere with you.  It’s not my fault that you can’t take a hint.  Now get out of my way before I kick you in the balls.”  I kept eye contact with him the whole time I spoke. No one, and I mean no one was going to try to control me.

“Listen here…”

“She doesn’t want your pencil dick, Kooser.  Move along!” Ethan’s voice rang out.  He hooked his arm around my shoulders and began to guide me away from him. “Go stare at yourself in the mirror some more pretty boy.  Y/n and I are going to go make out in the janitor’s closet.”

I hid my red cheeked face into his shoulder trying to stifle a laugh.  He squeezed me closer as he continued to walk us towards our English class.  As sure as I was that I would have gotten out of that situation damage free as I usually do, I was happy that Ethan was there to help me out.  Kooser always managed to backdown when Ethan was around.  And though Ethan was smaller than him Jordan was still a bit intimidated by him.

“Thanks, E.” I said as we entered the classroom, taking our seats that were right inside the door.

“Anytime.  Kooser is a creep and needs to learn when he’s not wanted.” He explained. “Oh!  By the way, Gray and I are having a get together tonight so it’s expected that you come.”

I rolled my eyes, “Every time you say you’re having a get together, it’s a party. I’m not dealing with a party on a school night.”

“It’s not a party, I promise.” He held his hands up.  My face mimicked his, sarcasm nearly seeping through my skin. “It’s not!  It’s just a gathering.”

Sure, Ethan… a gathering.


For the first time ever, Ethan didn’t lie.  There were only a few of us at their place sitting around the fire pit. Grace and I were sat next to each other, across from us Carter Tenpa (a friend of Gray and E’s) and his girlfriend Erika Clark.  Grayson and Ethan were inside getting drinks with the help of Logan who was in our English class with us.

Needing to use the restroom, I dismissed myself right as Ethan and Logan were returning with our drinks.  Ethan offered to set mine next to my spot so that I had it when came back out.  Seeing Grayson still at the kitchen counter gathering a few things, I tried my best to move through the house quietly to remain unseen.

“Y/n!” he called out to me.  It was like he had a sixth sense because I was quiet as a mouse.

“Grayson!” I called back a bit to cheery.  I immediately mentally scolded myself for being so obvious.  “How are you?”  my voice was a bit shaky.

“You would know if you hadn’t avoided me all day.” He glared at me.

“I wasn’t avoiding you.” I lied.

Bothered, his face was expressionless, showing me that he could read me like a book.  “You were avoiding me.  We need to talk.  Not only about the Grace situation, but also about what’s going through your head.”

“Can’t.  Going to the bathroom.” I started to walk away.

“Meet me in my room after.” He demanded, his voice full of authority.

“Fine!  Gosh!” I shouted like a child as I walked up the stairs to use the restroom conveniently located across from his bedroom.

I took my sweet time going to the restroom even though I was done within a minute.  I stretched out washing my hands for 3 minutes like the professional procrastinator that I am.  Once I finally decided that I needed to face him, I exited the restroom and went straight into his room.

He was sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands.  I leaned against the doorframe, not quite willing to enter. His head lifted, his eyes drifting towards me.  He started to stand up, but once I started to move closer to him he sat back down. Hesitantly, I sat next to him on the bed, leaving a few inches between the two of us.

“Forget talking about Grace.  What’s going on with you?” his voice was full of sincerity.  

I huffed, “Nothing’s going on.  I’m just tired.”

“You’re not just tired.” He raised his voice.  “You’re mad at me!  Why are you mad at me?” he stood up, facing me.

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/n!” he cut me off.  “You’re lying to me and I don’t appreciate it!”



“It is though!” I whispered, trying not to cry.  “You used making fun of me to gain brownie points with her.  That wasn’t part of the deal!”

He threw his arms up, “You’re being sensitive.”

“I may be being sensitive, but does that make it okay?” I asked in disbelief.

His eyes focused on the floor, guilt washing over his face.  Grayson was always one to admit when he made a mistake. This time it took him a bit longer than usual, but he was accepting that what he did was wrong.

“I’m sorry.  I just wanted to make her laugh.  I wanted her to smile because of me and it just kind of came out.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I would never purposely hurt you.” He stepped closer to my now standing body.  “I’m sorry that I took your smile away today.”

“Ethan gave me a new one.” I teased, my mood lifting a bit.

He let out a deep sigh, “By the way, I am sorry about that whole situation. I had no right to react like that. I don’t even know why I was mad to be honest.”

“You’re right.  You didn’t.” I stated in return.

“And I apologize.” He sent me a small smile.  That smile could make me melt.  The warmth I experienced at the pond with him started to move through my body again, this time without physical contact.  I instinctively took a step back, my vulnerable heart building up a wall as it did the last time.  “Are you okay?” he stepped forward, causing me to take another step back.

“I’m fine.” I shook my head trying to break myself out of it.  “I’m fine.”

He grabbed my hand, “You seem unsure of that.”

“That’s because I am.” I pulled my shaky hand from his.  “I’m going to head back down.” I told him, but I still didn’t move.  It was like I was frozen in my place.

“Stay, talk to me.  This isn’t the Y/n I know.” He was trying so hard to be gentle with me and all I wanted to do was retreat, retreat, retreat.  As I started to back out of the room, he continued to follow me.  But the further I moved away, the more he slowed down.

“Let’s go join everyone.  Grace is down there!  She’s been talking about this movie she wants to see, maybe tonight you can ask her to go with you!” I started to ramble, wanting to remove myself from the situation.

“Y/n, stop!” he shouted.  “I told you this isn’t about Grace right now!  It’s about you!”

“I don’t care, Grayson!  I want to join everyone else!  Tonight is supposed to be fun not some soap opera.  Quit worrying about my dramatic ass and let’s go have a good time!” I took a deep breath, “Please.”

“I just want you to be happy.” He looked so upset that I just wanted to pull him into my arms and never let go.

“I am happy!  I’m happy because I’m with my friends, and my brother is safe, and my family loves me. I have so many reasons to be happy. You’re reading too into things and it’s making me anxious.  If we could just return to our normal selves—that’d be great.” I pleaded, trying to bring this conversation to a close.

Finally he caved in, “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

I clapped my hands together, “Then we’re set!  You’re happy, I’m happy, everyone else is happy!  We are a happy bunch of goons!”

He finally let out a laugh, his arms wrapping around me for a hug.  He caught me off guard, but I suppressed my feelings that told me to run away and held it together.  I gave him a quick squeeze and as we pulled back I received the ultimate surprise.

Grayson placed his hands on the sides of my face, pulled me in, and planted a small kiss against my lips.  We both separated wide-eyed, jaws dropped to the floor.

“What the fuck?” I gasped.

“What the fuck?” Grayson asked himself.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” another voice called from behind me.

I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Ethan Grant Dolan.


Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

Scars (Hurt pt. 4)

Warnings: pretty smutty in the beginning and a little at the end.

A/N: I’m sad it’s ending but, all good things come to an end. A majority of this is in Peter’s POV. I feel like this is how Peter thinks about love.




I watched the beautiful woman below me, her chest was rising and falling gently as she slept. This was my second time waking up next to her and all I want to do is lock her in a house away from everyone, she would be mine and mine alone. She’d never leave me, I’d never leave her.

“I could do it so simply” I whispered against her hair and ran my fingers along the skin of the thigh that rested atop my legs. [Y/N] was currently pressed against me with her head on my chest and her leg wrapped around me.

I hated her.

I hated what she did to me, the way she laughed at my jokes, the way she smelled, the way she smiled. The way she made me smile, the way she made me laugh, the way she made feel. Especially now as her leg brushed against my hardening member. I just got it down. I groaned at the sensation, waiting for another press, gasping when it came. I let out a whimper as she moved her leg away completely. Only she could get me to whimper. She was so unintentionally sexy.

She rolled onto her back and I listened as her heart rate sped up. She was evil. She looks good enough to eat as her shirt was lifted to the point just below her breasts and her shorts sat dangerously low on her hips. Her lips parted and a moan escaped, I closed my eyes and listened intently. I had to unzip my jeans as they were getting tight. I watched her nipples harden through her top being able to see them even though she wore a bra made it even sexier. I almost felt bad about my hand grasping my aching member. Almost. But I didn’t feel bad, instead I opened my mouth and let a moan escape after she let out another one of her own.

“Peter” she moaned lightly. I wanted to know what she was dreaming about. What was I doing to her in her dreams?  I wanted to do them now. I began pumping myself faster.

“[Y/N]” I whispered and opened my eyes to watch her lips tilt up just slightly.

“Yes,” she moaned in a fever. I was almost over the edge as her heartbeat sped again and she began fidgeting. She was waking up, I held in a groan as I pulled my hand away and manuevered myself back in my pants.

“Nice of you to join the living” I tried to sound calm.

“Oh God. You’re still here?” Her eyes fluttered open as her perfect mouth formed a perfect smile. My heart stopped because for one second I thought she was serious, but that smile gave my heart a restart. She had to be a witch.

“You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago.” I rolled on my side to face her. I held in my wince, painfully aware of my member pressing against my jeans.

“Really? And what could I have possibly said in my sleep?” She placed her hands behind her head, trying to be calm. I could hear her heartbeat though, and it was telling all her secrets.

“Sweetheart, you were just curled up against me like a kitten” a smirk was playing on my lips. “And you were purringvery loudly.” She looked away. I loved doing to her what she did to me.

I was about to continue torturing her when​ my phone rang next to me. I groaned and rolled to answer it, I groaned even louder when I saw that it was Stiles face timing me. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she was watching with curious ones of her own. I sat up and leaned my back against the wall.

“Stiles, it’s too early in the morning for me to look at your face” I told him once I answered and his stupid grin was plastered on his face.

“Awe, don’t be that way. Plus it’s like 2 in the afternoon.” His upbeat attitude was irksome. I rolled my eyes and looked at the time. Fucking hell, the time just got away from me when I was with her.

“What do you want?” I sighed.

“We want to come swimming!” Kira jumped in to view.

“No.” I stated simply

“Pleeeaassee? We’ll get Chinese” he begged. He knew I loved the restaurant they went to, they would never tell me the name. I gave in.

“Fine. But, I want a full chow mein to myself.”

“And sesame chicken” Y/N spoke softly next to me but then covered her mouth as eyes widened as she was out of frame.

“And sesame chicken” I told him, looking back to my phone.

“Wait Peter, what was that?” His grin grew too large for his face. “Is that a girl?” I hung up.

“Holy shit that was close.” She sighed in relief. I’d be lying if I said her relief didn’t sting, I didn’t know we were a secret.

“Don’t want them to know about our secret rendezvous?” I quirked my eyebrow and leaned into her. She leaned away and furrowed her own, the scent of worry leaked into my nose as I inhaled. A look she gave me when I was being stupid, when I let an emotion show. How did she always know?

“You’re no secret, Peter.” Her eyes searched my face. “I just think it’d be hard to explain sleeping with each other without actually… sleeping with each other?” She tried to explain. I must have looked better because I didn’t deserve the smile she gave me.

“True. No one would believe that I’d be able to keep my hands off of you.” The way her breath hitched made me want to continue, “Hell, I barely do.” I smirked as she pushed her legs together.

Her phone beeped and she read the text aloud.“‘Hey, meet us at Peter’s in thirty​, we’re going swimming!!!’ Wow, Three exclamation points… Kira’s excited” she laughed lightly and I scoffed.

“How do you propose the whole sleeping not sleeping thing?” I glanced at her “Because you reek of me… Among other things” I had her blushing again as she stood quickly and walked to her dresser.

“Do I really smell that bad?” She mumbled as she rummaged through her clothes. I took the chance to move behind her.

“Sweetheart, you smell absolutely delicious.” I whispered in her ear and took a deep inhale.

“You’re right, I should shower to get your scent off of me.” she walked to the bathroom quickly but not before I could see the smile forming on hers face.

“That’s not really how it works” I called to her.
After [Y/N]’s shower it was my turn and I took a shorter one than her to her surprise. We rushed down the stairs to my car, we realized that we would need to get to my place before them so that I could change and we could come up with a plan. I’d explained to her my scent won’t just wash off, we’d have to go days without physical contact. Something that I never wanted to happen.

“We made it!” She said after I’d run up to my apartment at werewolf speed and changed into shorts.

“Not exactly.” I motioned to myself. “We still smell like each other” I didn’t mind one bit.

“I have an idea” she said after a second and to my surprise and delight, she lifted the white cover up, over her head and smiled. I watched her with hungry eyes. I’m convinced she’s trying to kill me because now all she wore was a, deep red bikini that tied at the sides. I was brought out of my daze when I felt a push on my back. I turned with a raised eyebrow and lowered my defenses when I was met with a mischievous smile and another push, this time I allowed my body to move. Big mistake, suddenly I was submerged in water, I swam to the top and shook out my hair with a glare.

“Seriously? I told you, it doesn’t work like that.” I climbed out of the pool.

“Yeah but, if we look like we’re playing, that’s the alibi.” She grinned. It was a solid plan, better than mine.

“I knew I liked you” I poked her nose and smirked at her before I scooped her into my arms before hopping in the pool with her. What the hell am I doing?

“Shit.” She hissed when we came up for air. She brought her hand to her face and looked at it, I watched her pained expression.

“What happened?” I grabbed her wrist and looked at her hand. There were three claw marks on the back of her hand, claw marks that I left when I told her about my eyes, they softened and I kissed every mark.  "Never again…“ I told her as I held her hand, taking the pain away.

“It’s fine, they’ll be fine” She smiled at me “I’ll just have a few small scars” she pulled her hand away and rubbed her wrist. “Thank you though, it’s like it never happened” her eyes sparkled up at me.

“If it starts hurting again just come to me” I was being drawn in to her, “come to me for anything.” I spoke lowly as I wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped my head to lean my forehead against hers. I groaned when I heard the sputtering of Stiles’s shitty Jeep.

“What?” She questioned breathlessly.

“They’re here” I grumbled and got out of the pool once again she followed. “Showtime” I tilted my head slightly and smiled.

Once I saw Kira and Liam running to the pool I picked Y/N up and spun her before tossing her in once again. She came up for air and I laughed at the look she gave me.

“My payment?” I asked Kira who was already beginning to throw her pool supplies in. I heard Y/N say hi to Liam and begin making her way out of the pool I turned just in time to catch her swimming to the edge and climbing the ladder out of the pool, she pushed her hair back as she walked over to where she could grab a towel.

“She may as well be a Playboy bunny” Lydia spoke behind me. When I turned I saw, Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Lydia and my lovely nephew Derek gaping at her.

“Hey guys!” She looked up and gave the group a wide smile. Her voice must have brought them out of their daze because as soon as she spoke, Stiles, Scott, and Isaac began pushing past each other as they said their collective hellos.

It’s going to be a long day.
I watched as Y/N sat on Derek’s shoulders opposite Kira who sat on Isaac’s. I wanted to feel angry at the fact that someone else was so close to that area of her body but, the happiness she wore made it impossible. I let out a small laugh when she fell into the water after Kira tickled her to get her to fall.

“You’re staring.” Lydia’s voice broke me from my gaze. I took a sip of my drink and stared straight ahead. I could feel her standing next to me, if it wasn’t Y/N, I’d have to say that Lydia was the least annoying person in Scott’s pack. I actually liked her. How could I not? She brought me back to life.

“So is everyone else,” I muttered at the small girl beside me. It was true, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of her. Even now, as she swam to Liam to dunk his head, the boy nearly had a heart attack at the touch. Stiles was watching as he slipped through a straw and Scott sat on the pool chair next to him, trying to avert his eyes to any and everything.

“True but, you’ve been staring for months” she folded her lips. It was true, but it was much more than mere months. I’ve just been getting sloppy.

“So have you, apparently” I placed a smirk on my face. “Anything you want to tell me?” I leaned against the wall next to me.

“Ugh. No thank you, I prefer my men not to crawl out from the depths of hell.” Her tone was light “Besides, you’ve only got eyes for her” She nodded to Y/N, who was currently making her way over to us. “Stop staring Peter, before it’s too late” she walked away, but not before a tilt of her head that landed in Scott and Stiles’s direction. When I followed, my eyes landed on Scott, who was watching Y/N intently.

“Where’s she going?” She furrowed her eyebrows in Lydia’s direction when she reached me.

“Don’t know, couldn’t care less” I took a drink.

“Rude.” She giggled.

“You having fun?” I didn’t want to waste my time with her talking about anyone else.

“I’d be having a lot more if you’d join in on the festivities” she looked at me with big eyes. She pulled out the big guns fast, usually she saved this look for when I didn’t participate in birthday parties.

“What? I was just talking to Lydia” was that whiney tone really me? God she turned me into a big ball of mush. She kept looking. “Okay, if you want me that badly… Push me in” I smirked and walked to the pool, stopping just before the edge.

Much to my surprise, I felt her warm thighs wrap around me from behind and her arms were wrapped around my neck as I fell into the pool with her on my back. When I came up for air, I was immediately dunked back under. The second time I came up I was met with melodic laughter and a beautiful smile. I matched both with some of my own.

“See? Fun.” She said once her laughter died down.

“Yeah. Trying to kill me is everyone’s favorite pastime” I rolled my eyes and she laughed once again.

“If I was trying to kill you, you’d know” it was her turn to roll her eyes. We were interrupted when Liam did a cannonball. ‘Fun’ she mouthed as she swam away and Kira gathered the courage to splash me.

After a while I began enjoying myself, much to my dismay. Stiles and Isaac had double teamed me in a water gun fight and Lydia had to come ‘Save me’. I swam to the edge of the pool and leaned against the edge, my elbows resting on either side of me. I would love to say that I didn’t notice when her legs started dangling in the water next to me, but I was painfully aware of everything she did. We sat quietly for a while, watching everyone, we didn’t speak to each other until, she placed a hand on one of my biceps and squeezed lightly.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, shocked at the sudden sensation. My hand instinctively resting on hers.

“Not at all.”  She bit her lip softly.


Peter’s fingers felt warm against yours as you sat with each other. The sun had gone down by now and all the wolves were getting much rowdier. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him all day, and it’s not because he was shirtless. It’s funny how you never realized how much you looked at him before. But now, you may as well have it plastered on your forehead. Your thoughts broke when Peter let go of your hand.

“Y/N?” Scott spoke up next to you. You jumped just a little and looked up at him.

“Scott?” You mocked his tone and smiled at him.

“Can we talk?” He looked serious. You furrowed your brows and stood.

“Yeah, you okay?” You took a glance at Peter but, he was already swimming away. You took the towel that Scott handed you and wrapped it around yourself as you began walking towards the parking lot.

“I thought you weren’t sleeping with Peter” he told you once you’d reached Stiles’s Jeep.

“I’m not we-” you began.

“Don’t lie to me” his eyes flashed red for a second, you backed away. Scott didn’t notice, “I can smell you right here. I can smell you over where his car his. You practically live here. I’ve been smelling you here for over six months. I bet if we left for your apartment I’d smell him there, too.” he crossed his arms.

“ If you must know. He spent the night at mine last night and I have clothes left here because I forget them and-” you stopped short realizing how bad this sounds. “Look Scott, I don’t have to explain myself to you. And I definitely don’t have to explain what goes down in my nether regions” you glared at him, tired of the third degree.

“You do if I think you’re in danger! Being alone with Peter is the last thing you want to do.” Scott said in a huff.

“And how would you know, Scott? Maybe all the smelling you’ve been doing is taking up your ability to listen to reason. I mean come on, we’re standing in a parking lot, dripping wet. We look fuckin’ crazy!” You spread your arms to show the scene around you.

“You don’t understand” he started.

“No, you don’t understand. Is it so hard to think that not everyone is shitting on Peter? That he actually cares about us? He risks his life just as much as the rest of you! You’re at his house right now. Listen, Scott, you’re not his alpha, and you’re definitely not mine. so you can flash your little eyes all you want, but it’s not going to stop me from being an adult.” You rolled your eyes. You knew that hurt him a little but, it hurt you that he didn’t believe you.

You began to walk away but Scott grabbed your wrist and pulled you against his chest. “This isn’t about Peter” he said softly. Before he pressed his lips to yours, you kissed back for one second before stopping. The kiss that he was trying to give you would have been dubbed passionate if they were the right lips. He pulled away when he noticed you’d stopped kissing back. “What’s wrong?“he dropped his hold on you.

"Maybe before, Scott…” You began. It was true, you’d had a crush on Scott for a while but that ended a long time ago. You kissed his cheek and squeezed his arm. “You’re an amazing friend…But, you’re not him” you shrugged and made your way back to the pool.

It was time to tell him everything you’d been feeling since the night at Derek’s loft. Even before then, you’d noticed Peter’s eyes on you more often than not. That made you curious, and you found yourself watching him. The friendship that you and Peter had was much more than that, you didn’t want to admit that you developed feelings for him. Much more than any crush.

“The other night was incredible, Peter” The woman said. Peter? Not Peter Hale. You rounded the corner slowly and saw Peter leaning against the wall standing over a woman with incredibly dark haired woman with long legs, she looked to be in her mid 40’s, she still had a youthful glow to her, maybe it was the Botox. Then other night? Seriously.

“Maybe we should do it again sometime” He leaned down to her shoulder. A rage came over you.

“Yeah. Maybe you should” you said as you passed him, bumping his shoulder as you did. You’re pretty sure it hurt you more than him. You walked over to grab your purse and your keys, you looked at your keyring and got a look of determination in your eyes. You made your way inside to the elevator and pressed Peter’s floor. You saw him begin making his way to the elevator just as the doors closed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He said once you reached his door.

“How’d you get up here?” You looked at him accusingly

“I took the stairs” he look at you quizzically. You sighed. Of course he did. You ignored him and began unlocking the door.
“Better question is, why do you have a key to my house?” He didn’t stop you as you opened the door, just followed you.

“Was a dare.” You mumbled curtly, remembering that time that you’d been dared to steal Peter’s keys, he’d had to stay at Derek’s for a few days because he was locked out.

“Original question: What are you doing?” Amusement danced in his eyes, it pissed you off that he thought this was funny. You were still reeling from your confrontation with Scott so it made you extremely irritated. You ignored him as you began searching through his dresser, he grabbed your wrist. “What. Are. You. Doing?” He glared.

“I’m here to take my clothes out of your creepy shrine.” You seethed at him once you ripped your wrist from his hand. “Don’t worry, you can go back to your housewife, I won’t steal anything” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked hurt, you went back to searching because you didn’t think that you’d ever cause that look in his eyes.

You started pulling your clothes out once you found them and you heard his breathing get heavy behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the wall, both your wrists were held above your head. “Why are you so mad” he growled, his fangs were out and that should have terrified you but, you weren’t afraid.

“Let me go.” You tried to move your wrists from his grasp to no avail, ignoring the fact that your heart was picking up in pace at his proximity.

“No. Tell me why, now.” His patience was running out.

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with some married woman with boobs so fake that you could use them as floating devices.” You huffed, looking away from him. “I can’t believe you want to do it again.” You mumbled.

“That’s a crock of bullshit!” He yelled, his fangs retreating. “What? Am I supposed to tell you about my nighttime activities? Is it in the best friend clause?” He narrowed his eyes as he spoke sarcastically.

“No, I just think you can do better” you narrowed your eyes back. He let go and backed away. He let out a low chuckle as his eyes raked your body. It was terrifying.

“You’re jealous.” He shook his head as if trying to wrap his mind around it. “You don’t get to be jealous. And you don’t get to react like this when you’re jealous for the first time.”

“I’m not jealous.” You finally pushed yourself off the wall.

“I can smell it on you.” He said through gritted teeth. “You think it’s fair for you to be jealous right now? Because I’m sleeping with someone? I’ve had to watch you go on shitty dates for over a year. I was literally in your bed last night because you didn’t get laid.” He said so harshly that it made you wince.  "But now you’re mad that I did?!“ You started to leave but his frame blocked the door.

"I’m not. jealous.” You repeated, trying to sound honest.

“Now you’re lying to me. You’re lying to yourself. I see the way you respond to me, how you have to stop short everytime you think we’re going too far.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yes fine. I’m jealous, okay? I know I don’t have a right to be but, I am. I don’t understand why. I don’t understand anything when it comes to you.” You walked closer to him. “But don’t think I don’t notice you stop short, too. You tease and tease but you’re never ready to seal the deal.” You huffed and it was Peter’s turn to look away.

“Because I don’t deserve you. What happens if you fall in love with me too and I hurt you? You think that I’ll be able to live with myself? You think that I’ll let anyone else live?” His eyes flashed blue once they were looking at you. “Every day with you is torture.” You furrowed your brows. “I am so attuned to you it’s debilitating. I hear your voice when it’s 50 feet away, I smell your scent everytime I breathe, I smell your hate, your love, jealousy, passion. Everything. I don’t keep your clothes here because I’m nice they’re here because I need to remind myself that I don’t deserve you. I do it all to remind myself of that. I would have been fine, torturing myself every single day. But then you had to go and decide to be my 'best friend’. I’m not in the market for friendship but, I’d do anything for you.” He was breathing like he’d just run 10 miles.

“You love me?” You said once he was finished. He gave you a look that said seriously? “I heard everything else but… You love me?” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Sweetheart, I’m in the 'love you so much I’ll go crazy if I don’t spend every second of the day with you’ kind of love.” He admitted, looking you in the eyes. Your heart skipped a beat.

“If you can hear me from 50 feet, how come you didn’t hear what I said to Scott?” You said softly, changing the subject. Peter Hale couldn’t love you, could he?

“Now you’re mad at me for not listening to your conversations?” His voice was light and a small smile was on his face. “Shut up and let me kiss you.” He said before scooping you in his arms and pressing his lips against yours.

It had been a week since you felt his lips against yours but, it felt like a lifetime. He pushed his tongue into your mouth quickly and you fought a losing battle for dominance. Your wrapped you legs around his waist and moaned when you felt his member against you, through your bikini bottoms. He moaned at the same sensation.

Suddenly you were atop the dresser with Peter stood between your legs, his mouth was on yours in a fierce heat, there was lip biting and hair pulling. The kiss didn’t stop until you needed air and even then his lips were on your neck, your shoulder, down the middle of your chest. You pulled his swim trunks down and blushed as you felt the size of his member. He wasn’t lying. A moan escaped your lips as he bit down on your collarbone and pulled the strings to your bikini top. He massaged his hand on one of your breasts as the top fell.

“Peter…” You moaned and ran your hands through his hair.

“I swear to God, if you say 'we can’t’. Someone’s dieing tonight.” He said against the skin of your breasts. You giggled lightly but, it turned into a moan as Peter bit your nipple softly before taking it into his mouth.

“I was going… to say let’s… go to the bed” you said, trying to catch your breath. He pulled away and smirked.

“Oh no no no, Sweetheart. I said no beds for our first time” he pulled your bottoms off. “I’m keeping that promise.” He began attacking your lips once more.

“No beds, huh?” You said as you stretched out on Peter’s bed. You watched as Peter tugged a shirt over his head, already having put on sweats.

“I said first time. No one said anything about round two and three.” He smirked at you and crawled into the bed.

“You really love me, huh?” You bit your lip once he came to hover above you.

“I do.” He nodded firmly before giving you a soft slow kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll say it as many times as you need for you to believe it.” He kissed you between 'i love yous’. You didn’t know how to feel, you definitely felt more for this man than any other but, love? “You don’t have to say it back. Not until you’re ready” Hurt showed through his eyes for a fleeting second before he said “You’ll say it back soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.” Peter meant it to be romantic but, it came out menacing and you couldn’t help but smile at the promise.

“I know you will.” You smiled up at him. You would make it your goal for him to never have that look in his eye again. “You still have that Chinese food?” You blushed out after your stomach rumbled lightly. He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead before climbing off the bed.

“I knew you were just using me for the Chinese.” He smiled.

“Of course I am. Why else would I be here?” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you both were laughing before Peter made his way out the door.

“Tell Scott that if he ever kisses you again. I’ll become the new Alpha” he growled and went to get the food.

Not So Gentle 4/4 - Peter Parker Drabble

Prompt: Reader has been kidnapped only to find out her long time best friend is apart of this scheme, she faces a whole new side of Peter

Warnings: Fluff, angst, joking around

Word Count: 1,808

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

A/N: Hope you guys liked it I had a blast writing it.

~part 1part 2 | part 3 | part 4


Peter couldn’t recall the last 10 hours. Everything was a blur. He woke up to the sound of his steady heartbeat on the monitor. Peter had a slight panic thinking that he was actually in the hospital, but quickly relaxed as he noticed that he was in the infirmary room at the Avengers Tower.

“Oh good you’re awake.” Mr. Stark walked in holding what appeared to be something techie of his. 

“M-Mr. Stark? How long was I-”

“I brought you two in late last night. You guys were pretty beaten up.” Tony clenched his jaw a bit.

“Two? Y/N?! Is she okay?” Peter starting ripping off wires he was connected to eager to see if your were alright.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there kid. You’re not in the best shape either to be up and walking.” Tony pushed him back down, “Y/N’s fine. She’s stable, has been for the last couple hours, but she’s okay. She’s safe.” Tony reassured him.

Peter nodded. If only he had ended this sooner you wouldn’t have had to be fine. You wouldn’t be stable. You wouldn’t have been surviving for your life. Everything his does seems to just sort of backfire on him, and on you.

“This is all my fault…” He muttered.

“You didn’t know he would come after her.” Tony reasoned. 

“I still could have protected her better.” Peter started playing with the clip that was on his finger.

“And you did, Y/N wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

“She still got hurt.”

“Hurt or not you’re both alive and that’s all that matters.”

“Yea.” Peter avoided Tony’s gave.

Tony gave a slight pat to Peter’s leg that was covered by the white sheets. Tony took one last glance at Peter and walked out the door. Leaving him behind to his own thoughts.

You woke up to find your dad fast asleep at the foot of your bed. You were in a daze trying to comprehend what was going on. You tried sitting up but felt an excruciating pain on your abdomen. Your movements seemed to startle your dad because he was now right by your side trying to get you to lay down again.

“Slow down there bud! You got eight stitches and you wouldn’t want them to come undone now, right?”

“What happened?” Your voice was still hoarse.

“You don’t remember?” Your dad looked concerned.

“Its kind of just bits and pieces.” You muttered. Your memory was a little groggy due to the anesthesia that they gave you. 

“Well what do you remember?”

“I remember Peter stabbing me.” Tony stiffened up, “But I remember him promising me he would get me home to you. Um he carried me out the basement and we swung out of there. He set me down on the side of the street and told me he’d be right back, then everything turned black.”

“He did keep his promise.” He shed a tear.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s fine sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your head.

“Can I see him?” You whispered.

“When you wake up again okay. You should rest s’more.” He caressed your cheek lovingly.

You didn’t bother arguing feeling completely worn out. You just nodded in response. He turned and started walking to the door.

Before he could step out you spoke up, “Dad?” He hummed in response, “Y-You should give Peter his s-suit back.” You were half asleep because of the medicine that was flowing from the plastic bag into your veins, so your words were a little slurred. “H-He’s earned it…” You fell fast asleep.

You left your dad deep in thought. Was he ready to give Peter his suit back. Peter did manage to keep his little girl alive without the suit, mostly without Spider-man. He kept her alive by being just Peter Parker. 

The next day you woke up feeling slightly better than you were last night. You wanted to check up on Peter, but your dad told you he healed last night, which gave him the chance to go back home.

Your dad suggested you take it slow for the next week or two. So that meant absolutely no training and where ever you went Happy had to assist you. It wasn’t the best thing in the world, but you knew it was just for your own safety.

“Dad I’m going out for a couple of hours!” You called out heading to the elevator.

“And where might you be going?” Your dad walked up to you.

You were annoyed to say the least. You couldn’t even go downstairs without him worrying. “To Peter’s.” You crossed your arms.

“Alright, and while your at it take this and give it to him.” He handed over a grey briefcase.

“You’re giving it back.” You stared at him wide eyed.

“He’s showed me that he is not nothing without it.” He shrugged.

“Oh dad! He really looks up to you. So thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his torso.

“Anytime sweetheart. Go on now that case won’t deliver itself.” He ruffled your hair.

“Bye dad.” You said as the elevator doors closed. He waved bye.

Happy was waiting by the car when you got to the main entrance.

“Where to Ms. Stark?” He opened your door. “Happy I told you to just call me Y/N, and to Peter’s apartment please.” You gave him a smile.

“Will do Y/N.” You got in and he closed the door after you.

The ride there was slow. You couldn’t contemplate what you would even say to him or if he would even want to see you. You were over thinking so much you didn’t hear Happy tell you that you arrived.

“Were here Y/N.”

“Oh-uh thank you Happy. Don’t wait up okay I think I might be here for a while.” You told him grabbing the case on your way out. 

“Okay, just call if you need me to pick you up.”

You closed the door and turned around to face the building. Here goes nothing, you thought. You entered inside and headed to the elevator dragging the case. You pressed the number to his floor and waited for the doors to open again. When they opened you walked to his door. You hesitated to knock, but you did it anyway. You waited a few seconds before you heard someone opening the door.

The door flung out to reveal a disheveled haired Peter. He looked surprised to see you.

“Hey.” You muttered.

“Hi.” He breathed out.

You both stood there looking at each other. The other not knowing what to do or how to make the first move.

“Um come in.” He moved out the way. You entered slowly. You didn’t see May, she must’ve been working. Peter closed the door not bothering to make eye contact.

“What’re you doing here?” He shifted nervously.

“I came to see how you were.” You took one step forward.

“I’m fine.” You nodded not believing him for a second.

“Your, your not fine.” You shook your head.

“I think I would know if I wasn’t fine.” He let out a laugh.

“Okay. If you’re fine then look at me while you say it.” Your voice was stern but not harsh. You crossed your arms over your chest.

He looked down for a few seconds before looking at you dead in the eyes. “I’m. Fine.” He said shortly looking anywhere but at you again.

“No you’re hurting. Your hurting because you have this guilt look. I’m okay Peter! It wasn’t your fault” You shook your head no.

“How can you say that after what I did to you!” He cried out.

“Because it’s true! You did what you had to!” 

“I hurt you!” You saw a tear roll down his cheek. 

“I know, but it’s over now. Your okay. I’m okay.” You whispered. You approached him slowly bringing your hands up to cup his face. He leaned into your touch closing his eyes.

“You can’t live with this guilt forever Pete. You have to talk to me. I’m always here for you.” You stood on your toes to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. You pulled back, but he pulled you back in for a more passionate kiss. He pulled you in closer not leaving any space in between you two. Your lungs were burning from the lack of air. You pulled back slowly resting your forehead against his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You peck his lips.

“Oh I almost forgot!” You pulled away to retrieve the case sitting on the floor by the door. Peter noticed it too. 

“My dad wanted me to give this back to you.” He grabbed the case from your hands.

“Why?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“He told me that you showed him that you with were more than just the suit. You’re not nothing Peter.” Your caressed his palm.

He put the case on the counter-top and opened it. It popped opened to reveal the red and blue skin tight suit. 

“Spider-Man was the reason for this whole mess.” He rubbed the fabric with his thumbs.

“And he’s the reason the city is in good hands. New York needs Spider-Man.” You hugged him from behind placing your chin on the right shoulder. “I need you.”

“I don’t know?” He shook his head.

“You wanted to look out for the little guy right?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Then why are you holding back?”

“I don’t wanna see someone I care about get hurt again.” He move a loose hair behind your ear.

“That won’t happen again.” You assured him.

“You can’t promise that.” Peter said.

“I will. Now come here.” You pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his hands on your lower back.

“What would I do without you?”

“Have a serious instantaneous combustion, shutdown, not have the will to live.” You joked.

“Okay, okay, but I mean it, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you again.” He placed a kiss on your head.

“I know how you won’t loose me.”

“Oh yeah how?”

“Be more gentle with the knife next time.” You punched his shoulder.

“Let’s hope there won’t be a next time, and I promise.” He chuckled and hugged you once more.

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Reaper76Week - Day 7 - Someone to Watch Over Me (T)

Title: Someone to Watch Over Me
Pairing: Reaper76
Rating: Teen
Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Past Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Alternate Universe, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cats, Reaper76Week, Bittersweet Ending

A well-aimed — or perhaps unfortunately-aimed, depending on who you asked — bullet grazed the very edge of the prototype, and with a stuttering blink and electromagnetic hum, activated itself. The blue glow it let off only served to make itself a clearer target for the security system, and before Reaper could even drop the device, several bullets pierced it in the dead center of its glow. Rather than turning off or even smoking like Reaper expected it to, however, the device sparked menacingly, buzzing and humming in a frequency that made the nanites in his body swarm with unease. The Chronal Accelerator prototype buzzed and flashed once, twice, and then…


Day 7 of Reaper76Week - “Comfort”

A sidestory for I’ve Got You in My Slice , my Bakery AU. This story takes place right after Chapter 4, ‘Come at the Pumpking, Best Not Miss’.

Also on AO3 here: Someone to Watch Over Me

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Ways of Mourning

Ever since I watched the Korean version of Requiem and Owari, I keep wondering what the turtles will go through personally during season 5… particularly, how will each of them mourn?

They each have very different personality types, and I can imagine each of them mourning a different way.


I’m reminded of the play Rabbit Hole by David Lindsay-Abaire. I’m gonna give a summary here, so bear with me. This has a point. The play is about a husband (Howie) and wife (Becca) mourning the loss of their young son Danny, and they struggle to mourn together because their ways of mourning are not only different, but far from complimentary. Becca can’t handle seeing her son’s fingerprints on the door jams, or his toys lying around. Howie, on the other hand, spends his time watching old home movies of their boy. She can’t stand how he’s making her relive the memories, and he can’t stand that she’s packing up the things in Danny’s room.

My point being, some people mourn by reliving, others mourn by looking forward. Some need to cherish the memories, and others can’t bear to remember right away. Neither way of grieving is wrong, but to a grieving person, seeing someone mourn in the opposite way they do can cause a lot of tension.


Back to the turtles.

We’ve already seen how Leo handles separation from their Father. We saw it on the Ulixes. He spent hours talking to hologram Splinter, and it gave him the strength to keep going. He was kind of like Howie in the play.

Mikey was supportive of Leo’s coping mechanism, but Raph and Donnie were more like Becca. They’d rather stick to the task at hand (in their case, stopping the Triceratons), and they thought what Leo was doing was pointless and harmful because it wouldn’t bring Splinter back as focusing on the mission would, and they thought he’d be more worn emotionally afterwards.
Raph: “Maybe it’s not healthy talking to a hologram of Splinter all the time. I mean I miss him too, but…”
Mikey: “Leo just needs him right now more than ever. He’ll be okay.”

I can see Leo mourning by looking at the few photographs they probably have, and meditating, and maybe even spending time in Splinter’s room.


Donnie I think would be more like Becca and do everything he can to not think about what happened. We’ve seen how he copes with stress.

He works in his lab. He starts new projects. We’ve seen him fall asleep at his desk and we all pretty much have the headcanon that this poor boo stays up much longer than what’s good for him.

I can see him overworking himself – maybe even to the point that it does become a little unhealthy, in his case. Hopefully not, but still I think he’d be the sort to believe that the best remedy for a broken heart is busy hands.


Raph is in the Becca category, too, but in a slightly different way. He’s the sort to bottle things up – maybe confide in a pet, but otherwise, he keeps his feelings bottled up until he explodes. Sure, he has a short fuse, so it doesn’t really take all that long for him to explode… but that would only make this situation more difficult for him.

Raph’s always kind of felt singled out or alone. We’ve seen his, “Why are you always picking on me?” or “Why do you always take their side?” sort of mindset. This little complex he has is bound to be so much worse now that he was the only one out of his brothers on that rooftop when Splinter was killed.

Raph didn’t even know his brothers were already down on the street below. I can imagine him screaming at his brothers, “YOU WEREN’T THERE! YOU DIDN’T SEE IT HAPPEN! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M GOING THROUGH?” But for the most part, I imagine him not wanting to talk about it. Maybe he’d open up to April, because she was there, too, but he’d be reluctant. Talking about it would be extremely painful for him, and being prompted to talk could cause an explosion.


And then there’s Mikey… poor baby Mikey. He’d be the sort who needed to talk to someone about it to verbally process. We’ve seen him in past episodes be really open about how he feels.

The Invasion: “I miss Master Splinter…”
The Ever-Burning Fire: “I miss Earth! I’m tired of space! I miss Master Splinter…”

And I can see him needing to talk about how much he misses Master Splinter now, too… especially now.


But these different styles of mourning may clash terribly. With Leo and Mikey in the Howie camp, and Raph and Donnie in the Becca camp, there’re bound to be some misunderstandings and hurt feelings.

In Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (the book, not the film), there was a scene where Cho Chang asked Harry questions about Cedric’s death, because she needed to talk about it. But Harry was there when it happened, still having nightmares about it, and didn’t want to talk about it, so he found Cho’s weeping and questioning annoying to say the least. That could be Raph and Mikey. Sure, Raph’s been there for Mikey missing Splinter in the past, but this is different, and it’s worse.

Maybe Mikey would try to talk to Donnie, and Donnie would get annoyed because he’s working in his lab to forget everything, not talk through it.

Leo would probably berate Donnie for behavior that (to Leo) would look like not dealing with his grief, while Donnie would counter and say it’s better than refusing to move forward and continually being sad, because if Donnie were to try Leo’s way of mourning, that’s how it’d be for him.

And Leo might try to encourage Raph to talk, but Raph would shrug it off and want to be left alone… maybe criticize Leo for his mourning style. Eventually though, Raph would explode.

I can see Donnie and Raph kind of having a respect for each other’s space and ways of grieving. They might offer gestures of condolence, but otherwise leave each other alone.

Leo and Mikey might be the ones to comfort each other, since Leo needs to revisit memories and Mikey needs to talk. Maybe they’ll meditate together and even share a vision of Splinter, since they’re the two more spiritual ones.

One thing’s for certain though… the turtles are going to go through some changes, and have some fights, and now there’s no Splinter to mediate. Now there’s only Leo… and will his brothers respect him in his new position as leader of the Hamato Clan, not just their team?

Let’s eat

Summary: You have some hickeys from the morning but you have to go out eating with your boyfriend JB an the rest of the members.
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1k

This morning had been great. More than great actually. But the aftermath was a bit annoying to say the least. The purple marks all over your neck, trailing from your jaw to your collarbones were very visible. Too visible. They were deep red-purple and were scattered all over your skin.  “Shit! Babe, they don’t want to go away!” Your boyfriend walks in the door and places his chin on your shoulder with a smug grin.

 “I am sorry but also I’m really not.” You smile and push him away. He laughs after you as you walk out of the bathroom. You walk to the freezer and take out two icecubes and place them on your skin. The ice is so cold and immediately melts when it touches you. It isn’t a pleasant feeling but it had to be done. You had a pretty official dinner with his friends so you couldn’t just throw a sweater over top either. After a bit, you take the icecubes off. “And? How does it look?” Jaebum looks at you and then smirks.

“Still there. I think you might have made it worse.” “Don’t say that.” He walks over and pulls you close. “Why do you mind them so much anyway? They just show everyone that you are my girlfriend. Is that so bad?” You look up at him. “No, they show everyone that we had pretty rough sex this morning and I would rather not have all your friends know that.” He kisses your lips softly and then places a kiss on your nose.

“Well, you better hurry up then, because we only have 15 minutes left.” You look up at the clock. Oh shit! Running into the bathroom again, you take out your concealer and put on a thick layer. You could still see them, but it kinda helped hide the hickeys. You tug your dress down a bit, and look at yourself for the last time. “Okay,  let’s go.” you shout at JB, who is waiting at the door. As he grabs your hand and walks out, you sigh. Please, don’t let them see. 

The door of the restaurant opened for you and you walk in, hand in hand, and walk over to the table. It seemed you weren’t the last ones, wich was good. As your boyfriend was the leader of the group, it would be pretty inapropriate to be the last anyway. The two youngest boys, Yugyeom and BamBam were already nicely on time, sitting on their chairs impatiently waiting for the food. Also, Jinyoung and Jackson were there already. 

As you walk over to the table, JB squeezes your hand softly, making you relax just a little bit. You greet them with a bow and sit down on the chair JB had pulled out for you. They all look up at you but then look back to the menu. JB sits down next to you and rests his hand on your knee. After a second, a grin appears on Jackson’s face as he looks back at you. You sip from your glass as you read the menucard. 

“What seems tasty to you, Y/N?” Jackson’s voice breaks the silence. You look up at him, he still staring at you with a big grin. The rest of the table still reading the menucard. “I don’t really know yet.” “You know, JB doesn’t seem very hungry.” he says, making everyone now look up to turn to him. “I think he might have been eating something else earlier.” 

Your face flushes bright red at his words, and you look down at the menu, all the eyes on the table now turning to you and Jaebum. All of a sudden, BamBam gasps. “Y/N, what is that in your neck. Did you hurt yourself?” Yugyeom asks innocently, making you look up at him. “I’m fine, Yugyeom.” you say, your voice soft and hoarse. 

BamBam leans forward to take a closer look and then starts laughing. “Oh my God, JB. The poor girl.” Your face flushes even brighter red, making everyone except innocent Yugyeom laugh. Jinyoung, who is sitting to your right, throws his hand over your shoulder. “I feel bad for you.” he grins. You look down and hide your face in your menucard. JB just looks at you and smiles. He was clearly proud of his work, but you felt like dying. 

“Seems like she didn’t mind it though.” Jackson shouts out, making you look back up at him with wide eyes. Everyone is dying laughing, except for you and Yugyeom, who is still trying to figure out the source of everyone’s fun. BamBam leans over to him and whispers something is Yugyeom’s ear and the boy then starts blushing. “Doesn’t it hurt, Y/N?” he asks shyly. You shake your head, barely visible, and then look over at JB, who was enjoying your suffering. 

Now the restaurant door opens and Mark and Youngjae walk in, appologising and greeting everyone. Everyone is still laughing at you though. Mark bends down to kiss your cheek when he spots the purple marks on your skin. A huge smile appears on his face as he looks over at JB. “So, JB, how was your day?” JB looks up at him, still smiling. “It was pretty great actually.” You turn back around and stare into nothing, praying for some help.

As the waiter comes over, everyone sits back down and calms down, each ordering nicely. As soon as the waiter leaves, Jackson turns to you and grins widely. “Jaebum ordered the salmon, but only because you weren’t on the menu.” “Jackson!” you squeak, making everyone turn back at you and laugh. It was obvious you were never going to hear the end of it. JB squeezes your hand under the table, drawing a heart on the back of your hand. You know what? It was alright, because your boyfriend was right next to you.