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How Jason and Damian handle a fight with their S/Os

Disclaimer: Damian is older in this (as I usually write him) *He’s like 19 in this*

Requested: Yes 

Request: “Okay but jason and/or Damian headcanons about fighting (like argument) with their s/o and how they make up?? (Feel free to be nsfw if you feel like it)” 


-can I just say, it’s not often you guys fight but DAMN… 

-he’s the type that holds it in and tries to stay calm but when he gets pissed he kinda just snaps at the smallest thing 


-usually the buildup that leads to the lashing out over small things is the pent up little things you two do that piss each other off

-And of course when he yells at you he comes off trying to sound bossy, commanding you stop doing reckless shit (even though he does crazy shit all the time)  

-when the argument gets heated he just stops holding back and jabs you with some really hurtful one liners 

-like he’ll get really personal and might even throw an insecurity in there if the fight is heated enough

-but god the minute he sees you crying and realizes what he said after the heat of the moment he just runs towards you like “IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYBABEIDIDNTMEANIT”





-hoooooo shit the fights you have though (he’s the type to try to belittle you, to tower over you and yell down at you to win an argument 

-But if you the type of girl that can meet his match (like me per-say) you’d grab a chair to stand on and yell back in his face (which would probably heat things up very quickly) (him to the point where he looks at his sword and has to leave your presence before his anger gets the best of him)  

-You’re always the first to apologize (Damian’s pride normally causes him to apologize after you do -unless he does something where he KNOWS HE REALLY FUCKED UP) 

-and normally you don’t mind apologizing first, if anything it makes you feel like the bigger person (but lemme tell you when he sees how genuine you are when you do apologize -it brings the biggest guilt out of him. like he apologizes right after, because seeing you being the first to apologize shows the wholesomeness you have that he always admires at the end of your fights)

-that’s only when both of you are angry with each other though, when he’s only being a jerk or you’re being a cold towards him you’ll normally tell each other and you’ll both realize it and apologize for it 

-to be honest you guys don’t have big fights often, it’s pretty rare, but when you do, Damian always ends up showing his vulnerable side when making up with you 

-like when you guys have an argument and make up over it, his favorite thing to do is to rest his head on your lap with your hands running through his hair, just hearing you hum, being so vulnerable to you, it makes him feel relived at the end of the fight you had

Title: Dark Chocolate

Title: Dark Chocolate
Type: Slight angst, SecretAdmirer!Jaehyun
Characters: Reader X Jaehyun (ft. Johnny)
Word Count: 2,022

A/N: I don’t even know why I wrote this but please enjoy loves!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.

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Originally posted by minghaon

  • soulmate au where you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts
  • the first time you heard your soulmate’s voice was when you were 12
  • a really quiet voice was talking and it seemed like they were reading a book
  • you listened to his story telling for a while before you finally perked up
  • and you scared him
  • it was endearing though
  • and you two exchanged names before the connection was cut off
  • fast forward to present day
  • Wonwoo’s love for reading only increased
  • often while you’re working, you’ll hear him reading paragraphs from a book
  • or sometimes he’ll randomly pop into your head, and he gets all giddy bc “i found a new book, its really nice, can we read it together”
  • and you get a heart attack bc wow he’s really the cutest
  • “y/n i heard you say that”
  • “bYE WoNWoo”
  • sometimes you hear him tear up bc the book he’s reading is really sad
  • and other times you hear him say something weird like ‘where are birds ears’
  • you’re just ‘really wonwoo, really. Its one in the morning shut up and go to sleep’
  • you two never really wanted to force the meeting, you both believed that it would happen at the right time
  • and it did
  • you walk into a nearby bookstore bc you keep bugging wonwoo about one of the books he read but he won’t tell you the title bc he thinks its funny that way
  • but lucky for you, you remember a paragraph from the book and from your online research you were able to snag the title
  • so you’re in the bookstore like ‘sucks for you wonwoo, i’m going to get my hands on the book’
  • wonwoo is just laughing in his head and you really want to meet him so you can hit him
  • you walk into the aisle of the book and you see this really cute guy standing in the aisle too and he’s holding a book while smiling to himself and you just think to yourself ‘cute guy’
  • wonwoo: WHAT CUTE GUY
  • so you’re standing at the spot where the book is and
  • oh no
  • it’s too high up for you to reach
  • and you’re cursing at him in your head ‘fuck you wonwoo, it’s so high up and i can’t reach the book’
  • now he’s laughing even more and suddenly the guy in the aisle is also laughing 
  • and you’re kinda ‘that’s weird’
  • so you read the title of the book he’s holding and now wonwoo is like
  • ‘wtf how do you know what i’m holding’
  • and you two look at each other and there’s this really big realisation and you two literally shout at each other
  • also wonwoo is teasing you a lot right now bc you actually called him the cute guy from before and this time you really get to hit him
  • unlike a lot of other soulmates that are awkward on the first meeting, you two hit it off really well since you two have talked for years
  • the first date you two have is just a really casual one to a book turned movie and as you’re leaving, you and wonwoo are arguing about which was better: the book or the movie
  • as much as wonwoo doesn’t want to admit, he finds you really really cute
  • ‘i heard that wonwoo’
  • ‘sToP ReAdiNg mY ThOuGhTs’
  • the first time wonwoo told you he loved you was when he was sitting on his bed, watching you in the bathroom as you were brushing your teeth and you looked up into the mirror where you smiled and almost spit out the toothpaste foam because wonwoo was staring at you
  • ‘what’ you’d ask him in your head
  • ‘i love you’ wonwoo answers quietly
  • and now wonwoo becomes this type that doesn’t say he loves you outloud so he’s always saying it in his head to you
  • and you love it bc it just feels like a secret between the two of you
  • once said ‘soonyoung accidentally kissed seokmin which is why they’re far apart’
  • and you started laughing in soonyoung’s face and kept apologizing bc soonyoung just KNOWS wonwoo told you
  • anyways soulmate wonwoo is a really cute and weird person who loves you with his whole heart, and he spends his days talking to you bc he just misses you and he even remembers your favorite paragraphs from books so he can make you happy randomly in the day.
Boys Boys Boys: A Solangelo Fanfiction

I’ve been severely lacking in inspiration because of how busy I have been. So I went back to basics: some personal experiences I’ve had at bars in NYC and around where I go to school, and a College AU set up. Could I be inspired to continue this? Heck yeah I probably could. 

I hope you all enjoy!

Trigger Warning: homophobic slurs 

Also read on AO3 


Will immediately half-swerved, focusing desperately on keeping his gaze forward at the line of liquors mounted on the wall, and not ogling at the dude next to him because damn he was fine—the kind of fine that would have him sobbing on the carpet of Lou Ellen’s dorm at four-in-the-morning while stuffing his face with veggie pizza and watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race later. But for now, it definitely wouldn’t help him to freak out the dude by staring. Besides, everyone knew that hot guys in leather jackets who wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts were generally as straight as boards. No use getting his hopes up.

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hhhHHHhhhhhhh i am so tired

Originally posted by lufreya

Just dating Noctis Lucis Caelum things:

  • Hoooooooly shit do you have a good looking boyfriend. The worst thing is he knows it. Noct is so vain. Prince Pretty Boy loves it when he catches you looking at him. He shoots you a smug little smirk and there’s that super annoying cheeky glimmer in his eyes. He doesn’t do it with anyone else. Lots of people look at Noct all the time, either in envy or awe, but he doesn’t care. He only takes notice when you look. Noctis only cares when its your eyes on him.

  • Noctis gets a little bit reckless when you’re around. The guys notice and of course you notice too. It’s sweet in a way because he’s totally trying to show off to you, but it’s so scary! If you witness a fight, there’s some pretty expert warp strikes going on. Sometimes the boys will help Noctis entertain you and the banter makes you laugh and not think about the immediate danger.

  • Since Prompto is Noctis childhood friend, you should probably try to get along with him. That being said, it’s not like it’s hard. The blond is sweet and totally invested in helping you and Noct preserve your relationship and keep you connected. It’s Prompto who sends you random pics and messages when they’re on the road and you have to stay home.
    Thought you might like this photo. Noct looks pretty good in this light, don’t you think? ;)
    He misses you a lot! Not sure if he’s told you, but I can tell.
    We’ll be home soon. Noct needs hugs and kisses asap!

  • It’s not like you don’t get plenty of messages from Noctis himself though.
    Getting up at dawn isn’t fun if you’re not with me.
    Specs cooked your favourite. Here’s a pic so you can be hungry and jealous.
    Missing you. I’ll be home soon.

  • While Noctis can be cool and suave, he has a casual and carefree side that makes for a very sweet contrast. It’s actually very charming and comes with cute side effects like his inability to function when you flirt with him. He just doesn’t know how to take it on the spot. Should he be cool? Because he’s really hard to play it cool when you are being very forward and flirtatious and his thoughts are just slipping away because holy shit you’re flirting with him and his heart is beating really fast what the fuck kind of magic are you using because this isn’t normal??????? ????????? ???????? The guys internally scream when they see this phenomenon one day; he can’t possibly be this hopeless when it comes to romance?!

  • Noctis makes the best nap buddy, hands down. There might have been a few times before the two of you date where you end up napping together from sheer exhaustion and it’s great. There are some times during that period where it was a bit stressful because the both of you were mutually pining for each other. When you guys are dating, naps are wonderfully lazy, indulgent and relaxing. Sometimes you’ll fall asleep with your head on Noct’s chest and he’ll have an arm around you, sometimes Noct will cuddle up to you and bury his face in your shoulder. He’s such a big lazy cat. Nap with your boyfriend lots and lots! 


Made it to Lestallum. Tired, but okay. See? The guys say hi. Call later, but I need a nap right now. Missing you.’

Okay, I usually don’t post headcanons, but hear me out:
My dad once saw a very big guy (like, surely close to 400lbs) stepping out of a beach house, carrying some skinny guy over his head and HURLING HIM ACROSS THE BEACH LIKE A FCUKING RAG DOLL.
All I can think of is “This is so roadrat it hurts”


Aiden x Reader

Requested by Anon

“Hey, you want a ride?” One of the twins asked as they pulled up next to you.

“To school?” you asked not sure if they were actually going to class.

“Yeah, we have some stuff to do so we might as well go.” Aiden grumbled as he flipped up his helmets visor.

“You’ll be late if you keep walking.” Ethan pointed out.

“Um… thanks.” You mumbled when Ethan took your bags as Aiden helped you hop on the back of his bike.

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45 Man Laws (to get you through the trials of life) 101 :

GETTIN IN SHAPE!!! 45 Man Laws (to get you through the trials of life) 101 :

1. Go for someone you perceive to be “out of your league.” You’ll surprise yourself.

2. Never have sex with anyone that doesn’t want it as much as you.

3. Never hit anyone unless they are an immediate threat.

4. Every hat should serve a purpose.

5. Never take her to the movies on the first date.

6. Learn to wet shave.

7. Nothing looks more badass than a well-tailored suit.

8. Shave with the grain on the first go-around.

9. Always look a person in the eye when you talk to them.

10. Buy a plunger before you need a plunger.

11. Exercise makes you happy. Run, lift, and play sports.

12. Brush your teeth before you put on your tie.

13. A small amount of your paycheck should go directly to your savings account every month.

14. Call your parents every week.

15. Never wear a clip-on tie.

16. Give a firm handshake.

17. Compliment a love interest on their clothing choice.

18. Never leave a pint unfinished.

19. If you aren’t confident, fake it. It will come.

20. You can tell the size of a man by the size of things that bother him.

21. Be conscious of your body language.

22. The only reason to ever point a gun at someone is if you intend to shoot them.

23. Always stand to shake someone’s hand.

24. Never lend anything you can’t afford to lose.

25. Ask more than you answer. Everybody likes to talk about themselves.

26. Keep a change of clothes at the office.

27. Buy high quality tools, so you only have to buy them once.

28. Manliness is not only being able to take care of yourself, but others as well.

29. Go with the decision that will make for a good story.

30. When you walk, look straight ahead, not at your feet.

31. Nice guys don’t finish last. Boring guys do.

32. Find your passion and figure out how to get paid for it.

33. Don’t let the little head do the thinking for the big head.

34. No matter their job or status in life, everyone deserves your respect.

35. The most important thing you can learn is personal responsibility. Bad things happen, it’s your job to overcome them.

36. The first one to get angry loses.

37. Do what needs to be done without complaining. It won’t help speed things up.

38. Never stop learning.

39. Always go out into public dressed like you’re about to meet the love of your life.

40. Don’t change yourself just to make someone happy, unless that someone is you.

41. If you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room.

42. Luck favors the prepared.

43. Everyone finds confidence sexy as hell.

44. Do whatever you want to do in the life, but be the best at it.

45. No one is on their deathbed wishing they spent more time at work. Enjoy your life.


Request: Hi Tori, I don’t really know how are you right now but I hope you’re good and I hope everything is okay. I really love your writing and your account and I just hope, if you still want to do this of course, that you’ll be back soon. Also I just thought of a cute idea. So maybe the whole team went on a camping trip somewhere and they all knew that Bucky and the reader have feelings for each other so they decided to put them in one tent? And just a lot of fluff? I hope everything’s okay. Love ya!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: f l u f f

A/N: There’s this guy that likes me but I don’t like him in that way and I told him that I only like him as a friend but he keeps sending me cute texts and shit and it makes me really uncomfortable bc I just wanna be his friend

You couldn’t believe it. Staring at Wanda and Natasha, you give them a hard look.

“Can I talk to you two alone?” you say.

Bucky licks his lips. “Yeah, I need to talk to you guys too.” he gestures over to the guys.

You guide Wanda and Nat away from the boys and once you were at a decent distance you spun around, glaring at your friends. “What the fuck were you guys thinking?”

“Calm down, Y/N.” Nat sighed dramatically.

“Yeah, it’s not that big of a deal.” Wanda shrugged.

You scoff. “Not that big of a deal? You’re joking right?”

“We were tired of you two constantly flirting with each other around the tower so we took matters into our own hands.” Nat explained and you roll your eyes.

“We did not flirt.”

Wanda lets out a laugh. “Yeah you guys did. So much to the point where I wanted to bang my head against the wall.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It’s only for like, three days Y/N, it’s not like you’re gonna move in with the guy.” Nat rolled her eyes and you glare at her.

“Are you guys insane!?” Bucky shouted once you were far enough.

“We didn’t do anything wrong.” Sam smirked and Bucky was so close to punching the smug son of a bitch.

“Oh yeah? How ‘bout putting me in a tent with Y/N!” he fumed.

“Oh, did we - did we do that?” Tony placed his hand over his chest and pouted. “We had no idea.”

Bucky glared at him.

“Bucky listen,” Steve started. “Natasha and Wanda are sharing a tent and me and Tony are.”

“Well what about Sam? He gets a whole tent to himself?” the super soldier huffed.

“I got this sleeping disorder called ‘I don’t want to share a tent with Bucky Barnes’. It’s hard to sleep sometimes.” Sam shrugged and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Well why doesn’t Tony share a tent with Sam and I can bunk with you, Steve? Hell, I’ll even take Tony!”

Sam put on a fake frown. “Mmm, nope. I have this other disorder called ‘I’m a lone wolf and I don’t share a tent with anyone’. It’s pretty tragic.”

Bucky groaned.

“Sorry Buck, looks like you’re just gonna have to share a tent with Y/N.” Steve says, a smirk playing on his lips.

Tony perked up. “Oh my god, you like her! I almost forgot that! Remember guys, Bucky likes Y/N.”

Bucky knew damn well what these idiots were up to.

“Oh yeah!” Sam exclaimed.

“How could I forget such a thing.” Steve shook his head.

“What a coincidence that you two will be sleeping next to each other for three days.” Tony smiled.

Bucky glared. “You guys are assholes, you know that?”

Tony shrugged with a smile on his lips. “It’s in my genes.”

Sam, Tony and Steve look over Bucky’s shoulder, seeing that you and the girls were walking back. Sam pats the brunette on the back. “Have fun dude.” and with that, they left.

“Hey, the three of us are gonna go out and get some wood for the fire tonight.” Steve spoke towards you and the girls.

“I’ll come!” Bucky volunteered.

“No need, we’ve got this under control.” Steve smiled at his friend.

Natasha and Wanda looked at you then at Bucky before rushing over to the guys. “We’ll come with you.”

“For uh.. Moral support.” Wanda added.

“Sounds good to me.” Steve smiled. “Buck, you and Y/N stay here and watch over our camp. We’ll be back soon.”

There was no point in arguing with Steve so the two of you watched them walk off up until you couldn’t see them anymore. They had planned this all along.

There was no doubt that you and Bucky had feelings for each other and the whole team could see that. You both made it quite obvious. But over time they got tired of the flirting back and forth and since neither of you were going to tell the other how you feel, they decided that they’d take matters into their own hands and help you guys. Hence why you two are sharing a tent.

“So..” Bucky dragged the word out as he turned to you. “How’ve you been?”

He mentally slapped himself for asking such a stupid question.

“Good, good.” you nod. “You?”

“Good.” he says. There was a brief moment of silence before he turned to you. “They set this up, didn’t they?”

“No doubt.”

It had become dark quick and all of you were gathered around the campfire, laughing, talking, telling stories - it was great. But, soon that all came to an end when everyone decided to go to sleep.

“We’re going to the lake tomorrow so everyone needs to get their beauty sleep.” Tony announced then gave both you and Bucky a look. “And no fooling around. We can hear everything.”

You and Bucky blush while the others laugh. Bucky picks up a stick and throws it at Tony, muttering something under his breath about him being a dick. After watching the fire go out, everyone went to their tents and upon entering yours, you spot an air mattress blown up in the middle of it.

“Did you do this?” you ask, turning to face Bucky.

“Yeah, thought I’d put it in here so that our backs won’t hurt tomorrow from sleeping on the hard ground.” he shrugged, zipping up the tent.

“Oh thank god.” you breathe. “You’re a life saver.”

Bucky laughed and plopped down on the air mattress.

“Do the others have one too?” you inquired.

“No - Well Sam does. We only brought two and we all had to rock, paper, scissor it to see who would get them. Sam and I won.”  he explained. You nod and dig through your bag, searching for some comfortable yet warm pajamas. Even though it was midway through summer, it was pretty cold during the night. After finding some sweats and scolding yourself for not bringing a long sleeve, you turn to Bucky.

“Could you..” you trail off and he nods, covering his eyes. Once you were done changing you tell him it’s okay to look before laying down next to him, quickly covering yourself to get warm.

You watch Bucky stand up and remove his shirt all while looking at him like he’s gone crazy. “What are you doing?”

He looks up at you. “Getting undressed to go to sleep?” he answers as a question.

“Aren’t you freezing?” you curl up in a ball, bringing the blankets closer to you.

Bucky laughs. “I never get cold, doll. I was injected with the serum, remember? They didn’t call me The Winter Soldier for nothin’.”

He chuckled at his own lame joke and you playfully roll your eyes. His hands then go down to the button of his jeans and he looks at you. “Are you okay with me sleeping in my boxers? Cause if not I can find some sweats to wear.”

You wave your hand. “Nah, it’s cool.”

Bucky smiles before pulling his pants down and tossing them towards his bag. He crawls into the blankets and gets comfortable before sighing.

“You know,” he starts off. “I hope this isn’t weird or anything - Us sharing a tent.”

You turn your head to him. “It’s not.”

“Good, cause for a second I thought-”

“I’m trying to sleep here.” Sam’s voice interrupted him and you almost forgot that everyone could hear you guys talking.

“Don’t try just do, lone wolf.” Bucky replied, Causing Tony and Steve to laugh.

After the laughter died down, it went silent and not long after soft snores could be heard from the others. You turn on your side, facing away from Bucky and trying to sleep but it was so damn cold. You hadn’t realized you were shivering until Bucky tapped you on the shoulder, causing you to turn around.

“Hey..” he whispered. “Did I wake you?”

“No.” you respond, your head almost all the way under the blankets. “I was still awake.”

“You were shivering - Are you cold?” he asked, his face illuminated by the light of the full moon outside.

“Yeah. Sorry if I woke you up.” you apologize.

“You didn’t.” he says. “Do you want to.. Um.. Do you want to - I have a lot of body heat so if you want to-”

You scoot closer to Bucky, laying your head on his chest and entwining your legs with his. He wasn’t kidding, he’s so warm. Bucky let out a sigh of relief and wrapped his arm around you, loving how close the two of you were before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning Bucky woke up to giggles. Opening his eyes, the first thing he sees was you laying on top of him, his arm lazily wrapped around your body. You must have shifted on top of him while sleeping. Smiling at how gorgeous you looked while sleeping, he almost forgot about the giggles until he heard it again. His eyes shot up at the entrance of the tent, noticing it was now open and everyone was standing there, gawking at the two of you.

A flash of a camera took Bucky by surprise and Tony smiled. “These are getting printed out and going on the fridge.”

“What the hell?” Bucky groaned, glaring at everyone.

“This is so cute.” Wanda comments, Nat nodding her head in agreement.

“Shut up, you guys are gonna wake up-”

Bucky didn’t have time to finish because you had started to wake up.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty.”  Sam chuckled. “Sleep well?”

You look at where you were laying and close your eyes. “Oh god I’m sorry Bucky, you were just so warm and I was so cold and-”

“It’s fine, doll.” he smiled, hand rubbing your back. While continuing his actions he shot everyone a glare. “Get out.”

They obliged and leave, closing up the tent and announcing that they’ll start on breakfast. You plop back down on Bucky, pulling the covers up and closing your eyes.

“Come on, doll. We have to get up.” Bucky laughed.

“Five more minutes.” you murmur.

Bucky smiled at you and hums. He was okay with five more minutes of you on him.

A/N: Didn’t know how to end this lol oops. Anyways I just had some bomb ass tacos. I love tacos. o k a y y y y y tell me what ya think! :)


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Falling Slowly

A Tyler Bate Story

Summary: A Tyler Bate X Reader story (first time writing like this!). You meet Tyler while working in a restaurant/bar not far from Full Sail University and, without knowing it, both of you are slowly falling for the other. Some cute awkwardness, some chivalry and some smut for good measure.
Rating: It starts as being safe for work but ends very NSFW. 

A one-shot…for now. If people like it I may revisit. We shall see. 

Tagging anyone who was into the Tye Dillinger story as in case they’re interested in this as well.

@wwesmutdonedirtcheap @hiitsmecharlie @thedeboniardevistation @xxnobodyshero13xx  @speedilyghostlycloud @fan-fiction-galore
@amaranthine-reign @lordoftheringsmyass  @justtheaverageblog1
@alpha-american @aineslight @reigns420 @deajm2116 @redroseblackwolfpack96 @blondekel77  @shieldgirl95
@vebner37 @banrioncethlenn  @moxtiel  @caramara3
@fmlallthewayup @breezy14fan @secretagentfangirl
@crowleysqueenofhell @abominablestrowman279 

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*Requested* Could you do a oneshot where Damon and the reader get into a huge fight and in the end one of them says something in the lines of “If you leave now, don’t come back.” ?

(This can be read as a prologue to “All by myself” but it´s a standalone oneshot as well. Also, I apologize for the mediocre gifs, the scene was unbelivable to color. I do hope you like this rather..tense one. Let me know what you think!)

Characters: Damon x Human!Reader

Story Title: “Stay”

Warnings: Verbal fighting, breakup

Word count: 888

Your name: submit What is this?

To say that you are angry is an understatement. You are blood-boilingly furious. Your boyfriend Damon has the habit of patronizing you due to your very mortal and vulnerable condition. Tonight was no different. It was yet another one of the same nights you had numerous of times and this last drop simply made the cup run over. And once the cup runs over, there is no preventing the flood from drowning you.

The car ride back from the bar you visited was silent and tense and not even the familiar surroundings of your own home, once you arrived, could ease the tension.

Damon: “Are you going to ignore me forever?”

You get rid of your jacket, the usually comforting material feels like a constricting straitjacket right now. Damon just stands there, staring holes into your backside.

Y/N: “Most likely”

He huffs at your answer andyou respond with rolling your eyes as you turn around and face him.

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Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member: Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1,656

a/n: This is the second part. Enjoy!! Feedback is highly encouraged!! I know I said the next parts would be at least 2k-3k but I’m posting as I finish writing each part and this is all I was able to get for this part am sorreh..

DrabblePart 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 (Final)


affinity- a spontaneous or natural liking for someone or something

Originally posted by gifsmonstax

For the following two weeks, the two of you seemed to be working in and out of busy schedules, and the one day that seemed like you were finally going to spend together, a last minute surprise arose.

The knocks on the door made Changkyun groan and furrow his eyebrows together as he took up the space in the living room. He waited a few seconds for you to appear and answer it in his place but when the knocks continued and you didn’t show up, he stood up.

He reached for the door handle and opened the door, leaving a gap for him to see who it was. His eyebrows further knitted at the sight of a guy, probably a year or two older than him, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. The guy seemed just as taken aback as Changkyun and him exchanged stares. It took a second too long before either one finally spoke, the guy looked at the apartment number and back at Changkyun, chuckling slightly in embarrassment.

“By any chance, does Y/N live here?” he asked, and Changkyun’s eyes widened, “U-Uh, Y/N? Yea she does, um, who’s asking?” Changkyun asked, standing a little straighter. The guy knitted his eyebrows for a second before relaxing his features, except his posture seemed to become tense.

Before he was able to reply to Changkyun, you had already made your way to the door and were pushing Changkyun to the side. “Hi w-what- I didn’t know you’d come, what are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “I-I was trying to surprise you but, I got pretty surprised myself” he replied, nodding his head to the inside of the apartment and you realized he was talking about Changkyun.

“Oh yea, him, he’s my roommate” you said indifferently and his smile faltered, “Ah, I see, I wasn’t able to introduce myself properly because I was kinda confused” he added with a chuckle and your eyes widened. “Oh well come inside” you said, stepping away from the door for him to walk inside. Changkyun lay on the couch where he had been before, and you cleared your throat to get his attention. If you didn’t know better, you’d believe he was entirely oblivious to your presence and that of your date.

“Changkyun can you come?” you asked from the dining table as you took the bouquet from your date and fixed in on a vase.

You saw Changkyun move lazily towards the two of you with a forced smirk. “This is Changkyun, my roommate, Changkyun, this is my date” you said, finding yourself picking at your fingernails with your fingers as the two exchanged looks. You didn’t exactly hate introducing others to Changkyun, but you weren’t a fan of the idea either. It was like oil and water, your life in your apartment with Changkyun, and your life outside of your home just didn’t sit well. Especially, when it came to dating. You knew nothing of Changkyun’s love life, and for the first unfortunate time, he’d find out about yours.

In contrast to the relaxed confidence your date was radiating as he held his hand out for Changkyun to shake, Changkyun looked careless, but he awkwardly took your dates hand with a smile you knew was of pretense and something else you couldn’t figure out. “Nice to meet you man, I hope I didn’t get your hopes up in thinking the flowers were for you” your date joked and Changkyun grinned, making your shoulders relax a little.

“My heart fluttered a bit but no hard feelings” Changkyun said, earning a snicker from you. “Well, nice to meet you too, I’ll leave you be” Changkyun said, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweats as he nodded and turned away towards his bedroom. You finally let go of your distressed fingernails and turned to your date, who smiled, “So, you have a guy roommate, must be fun” he said, a hint of jealousy tinting his words.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “He’s a good friend, and we have a strict just roommates relationship” you commented and he nodded.

“Let’s head out and get some food” he then said and you smiled with a nod.

You made your way into the apartment and dropped yourself on the couch, not taking notice of Changkyun who was now walking back from the kitchen. “How’d it go?” he asked, shoving your legs so he could sit. You picked them up as he sat and placed them over his lap. “It was okay” you commented softly, letting out an exhale, “I’m sorry for this morning, I had no idea” you added, and Changkyun shrugged. “It’s whatever” he said calmly, tapping your shins like if they were a drum set.

You smirked and closed your eyes, thinking about the conversation you had with your date half an hour ago.

“This is going to sound stupid jealous and petty but… I’m not really comfortable with your roommate being a guy” he said, his eyebrows knitted slightly as he rubbed his thumb over your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Yea that does sound jealous and petty” you said with a scoff. “I know I just… maybe if I get to know him I’ll change my mind” he had said with a slight shrug and a shake of his head as he looked away from you.

You shook your head, “No, look, most of the time we’re not even home at the same time and the whole, becoming friends with your roommate’s dates, is against our roommate policy” you commented, pulling your hands away from his own. You could have brought up the fact that he wasn’t even your boyfriend to set boundaries for you, which frankly boundaries still bothered you even if he was your boyfriend. You refrained from saying more however.

It had ended somewhere after changing topic, the air between the two of you slightly heavier and no longer bringing Changkyun up. “I thought you didn’t like flowers?” Changkyun said and you opened your eyes to look at him as he squeezed your calves. “I don’t, well, not those at least” you replied and the two of you giggled. “How long have you been dating him?” Changkyun asked, averting his gaze from you and massaging your legs.

You remained silent for a minute or two, his interest in your relationship causing you to debate whether you wanted to tell him or not. “Like a month” you said nearly under your breath. You felt his hands stiffen on your legs for half a second before he continued his ministrations. “Why?” you then added and he turned to you with a small smirk. He scratched his neck and sighed, “I had no clue you were seeing someone” he said, his smile widening but for some reason, it didn’t seem convincing.

You stared at him with a simper, “You weren’t supposed to have a clue” you replied through a chuckle. Changkyun turned away from you and grinned, “A month… I guess it would happen eventually” he said and you shrugged.

Another few days without seeing much trace of each other went by. You were working on and off with your date since he brought up his displeasure with Changkyun as your roommate. He’d constantly want to go see you despite how much you protested against the idea. You began closing the store and racking all the clothes out of place. “I think he probably sees your roommate as competition, you know, since he isn’t your boyfriend yet” your friend said, scrunching her nose at the last words. You groaned and dropped your shoulders, “It’s annoying, and I’m sure if he starts going over, he’ll probably annoy Changkyun too” you said, roughly hanging a t-shirt. “What does roommate guy think of date guy?” your friend asked with a grin and you couldn’t help but snicker. “Nothing, Changkyun sounds like he doesn’t care about the guy” you said, eyebrows raised as you lifted your hands in question.

Your friend giggled and followed behind you, “Can I ask you something?” she asked and you hummed. “Did you ever like roommate guy? Like romantically?” she asked and you suddenly stopped walking. You stared at the clothes in your arms and took in a sharp breath, “I don’t know… I mean, I always tried not to since we’re roommates, I just thought being in a relationship would complicate things” you answered, picking out a pair of jeans and beginning to walk again. “Ah, makes sense” your friend said, “You seem to know him real well though… wait- do you talk about roommate guy a lot in front of date guy?” she asked and you pursed your lips in thought, “I don’t think so? I mean he had no idea I had a guy roommate prior to their encounter. As a matter of fact, ever since, all date guy talks about is roommate guy” you said in realization, turning to your friend with eyes wide.

The two of you stared at each other with surprise before bursting out into laughter. “Maybe date guy wants to switch you for roommate guy” your friend said, still laughing. You nodded and frowned, “Imagine that” you said. You shook your head and continued hanging and folding clothes for the next hour.

By the time you got home, your feet ached and you dropped your bag by the door along with your shoes. The apartment was dark and only lit by the big television screen. You squinted and found Changkyun already staring back at you with a soft smirk. You let out a sigh and waved, plopping down next to him. “My feet hurt” you said, slouching slightly as Changkyun smiled.

He patted his thighs, signaling for you to place your legs on them, which you gladly did. He rubbed your feet gently and you sighed, “Can we watch something?” you asked quietly, making Changkyun grin, “Sure”.

"Oh, Shit." (Paul Lahote)

I was sitting on a water beat log at First Beach, trying to force myself to the homework I had put off to the last minute… again.

There were a group of people having what seemed to be a get together of some sorts. They had food, a few of them were throwing a football around, another was running after a little girl who insisted that the ocean was just a ‘big swimming pool’.

It was cute and the whole scene was heart warming, don’t get me wrong… but they were loud as hell.

How was I supposed to procrastinate with all this noise?

I spent the next few minutes trying to convince myself that the trigonometry in front of me wasn’t even that hard but I kept get interrupted by the football that kept landing only feet away from me.

There was a youngish looking boy who always retrieved the ball and would apologize.

“My friend over there just has a really strong arm. It won’t happen again. Sorry!” he said, the first time.

But it happened again.

And again.

And again.

Each time the youngish boy, Seth I learned, would apologize.

I didn’t want to get in the way of anyone’s fun, so I decided to leave. Hell, I wasn’t getting anything done anyways.

I got up from the log, put on my jacket and was picking up my Trig book/book from hell. I was just turning around when I a big ass, hard ass, brown thing hit me straight in the forehead.

“Oh shit.” I heard someone say as my ass hit the ground.

A few seconds later the two guys that were throwing the ball, were towering over me.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to. Seth was supposed to catch it!” the older one said, smacking Seth in the shoulder.

“Don’t you think we should be making sure you didn’t give the poor girl a concussion?!” Seth asked.

“Can you stand?” the older one asked.

“Yeah, sure.” I said, using the extended hands to help me.

I opened my eyes a little bit wider and the whole Beach was spinning.

“How many fingers am I holding up?What’s your name?” Seth asked.

“Really, Seth?” the older one asked

“What!? I saw it in a movie!” Seth countered.

“Two and Y/N Seth and I’m fine you guys. I might have a big ass bruise on my head but I’m fine.” I said, looking at Seth and then to the other one.

The way that this guy looked at me, I knew that the bruise was already forming. He wouldn’t take his eyes of me.

“Shit, is it that bad?” I laughed nervously.

“No! No!” the boy soon recovered, “I was just, uhhhhh-, ummm-,” the boy stuttered.

Damn, I must look worse than I thought, the boy can’t even form words.

“Paul here was just making sure you were really alright. Isn’t that right, Paul?” asked Seth.

Paul quickly recovered and nodded his head in agreement.

“Maybe you should stay here a little bit longer? I just wouldn’t want you to get out on the road and get hurt, you know?” Paul offered.

“You could come sit with the rest of us.” he said, after seeing my hesitation.

I nodded my head and let them lead me toward the group.

“I’m glad you’re staying. You’ll be glad you did.” Paul said, giving me a smile.

For some reason, I didn’t think our first encounter was going to be our last. I was going to be seeing a lot more of Paul and boy was I ready.

How BTS’ Members Would Introduce Their Boyfriend To Their Families

(I’m not too sure how well I did with this, so please give me your feedback. much love<3)


He would want to take you back to his parents’ house, seeing as this way you could bond with his mother by helping him and his mother cook a meal for everyone. His face would light up when he saw you and his mum exchanging recipies and cooking tips, ecstatic that the both of you were getting along.

Originally posted by jjilljj


He wouldn’t make a big deal out of it as he knows his family is accepting of same sex relationships.

 “Guys - this is my boyfriend. He makes me so happy and we love each other very much.”

“Okay, everyone knows each other now. Can we go home?”

Originally posted by jeonbase


He would take you to meet his sister first, especially if this was his first time being with a guy. He would want to test the water beofre diving in head first and letting his parents meet you. After shopping with his sister was successful and you were introduced to his parents at their house, he would pull you into his old room and hug you so tight. 

“I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done if this went badly.”

Originally posted by pjkook

Namjoon/Rap Monster:

He would take you and his parents out for a fancy meal. He didn’t want to do this somewhere that you usually went to just incase things went south. If he could see you getting nervous or a bit uncomfortable, he wouldn’t hesitate to hold your hand under the table. He might even shoot you a text.

From Joonie: They’re not making you feel bad are they?? Do I need to have a word with them?  

All of his worries would be put to rest when you told him that you felt everything was going great.

Originally posted by holy-yoongi


After meeting his parents and getting mixed signals about how they felt about you, you and Jimin would be getting ready for bed when he got a phonecall from his dad. After leaving the room to answer it for 10 minutes, he would come back with a blinding smile.

“He said he’s happy that I’ve found someone like you. They really like you, baby.”

Originally posted by bwipsul


Family is undeniabley the most important thing to him, so this would be vital. He would be utterly heart broken if his family didn’t like you or didn’t approve of the relationship. When he watched you play with his little brother and sister, and they told him how much they liked his boyfriend, he would keep thinking over and over in his head,

Yep. He’s the one.

Originally posted by jeonbase


Much like Yoongi, he would be pretty chill about the whole thing - to a certain extent. He would want to make sure that both you and his family were comfortable with each other and getting along. He knew you were a bit anxious about these things so would ask how you were feeling when the two of you were alone.

“Are you having fun? This isn’t too much for you, right?”

Originally posted by saintminyoongi

- angus  ♡ ♡ ♡

• overwhelmed

nonnie requested: KJ Apa x reader where reader is the youngest one on set (17-18yrs old) and everyone is very protective of her and she’s kinda dating KJ but it’s on the low and one day when KJ, Ross, Cole and the reader are out they get surrounded by fans and the reader panicks and loses the boys and the boys are very worried especially KJ :))) thankssss! Xxx

A/N: There’s so much stuff surrounding KJ (plus the other cast members) that makes me worry and it seems like everywhere I turn it’s all negative. And it seems to be really effecting my thought process because I have seen how cruel people can be and it just—nuts. I know that you can’t expect everyone to love you but still, it hurts. This is set during Coachella so I hope that’s okay with you since that’s the only thing I can think where you’re surround by a bunch of people and didn’t want to do Comic Con. You’ll be playing as Sabrina Spellman since she’s one of my characters and learned that she was in some of the Archie Comics. Ships are closed for the time being and as always requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!


Originally posted by danks-gif

                  » Relationship(s): KJ Apa/Reader, Cole Sprouse & Reader (friendship), Ross Butler & Reader (friendship) «

You were a talented actress ever since you played in theatre as a kid but Riverdale was your big break from the stage you grew up on with your parents, whom were supportive of you and watched every episode of Riverdale to show it. You played as Sabrina Spellman, a teenage witch with a cat named Salem as a guest star with some episodes but fans kept wanting more Sabrina before the writers made her a permanent spot in the lineup. You were the youngest one on set well, maybe not too terribly young but Cole always made the joke that you were. You were just about a year or two younger than KJ to put it out there and not to mention that you two were getting closer, almost boyfriend and girlfriend but it was very, very on the low side. But enough of that, you were walking with the guys since you had lost the girls a little while ago but it was a bit fun to mingle with fans at Coachella.

You wore your favorite superhero tank top with a black one underneath it and had on your medium denim washed capris as you were getting overwhelmed by how many people came up. You were so busy trying do pictures and such that you had gotten lost in the crowd of people, now it was when you somewhat panicked. Despite being on stage and being around other people sometimes, you always would panic if you lost sight of a familiar face. It happened when you were a lot younger when you let go of your mom’s hand to go check out toys before realizing she was gone. Luckily she did find you and from that moment on you’d freak out. You had to wave off the fans and went to a much less crowded area as you tried to take deep breathes to calm down.

It had been a good twenty to thirty minutes before your head shot up from someone saying your name, “Y/N!” It was KJ and Ross running over as you got up to hug them both. Thank god they found you as you smiled before Cole came from the direction he was from. “Y/N, I’m so sorry we lost you. Are you feeling okay?” KJ asks you as you took a breath and nodded.

“Y-Yeah just got overwhelmed by everyone. I’m nowhere near as used to all the fans like you guys, I only had a few back home but this. .this is madness.” You say as you smiled with a slight laugh as Ross nodded in agreement with your statement.

“Well I’m afraid it’s going to get more crazier but we will make one of us keeps up with you. Trust me, I’ve seen it.” Cole says as you remembered that he probably had a big fan base due to being in film and TV as a child. “Just be glad you’re not a guy, Y/N. It’s so much worse for guys because of all the crazy girls.” He adds as the other two laughed while you grinned.

“Darn. I wanted to see how good I’d look as a man, you know?” You say and scrunch your nose up as KJ shook his head and kissed your temple before wrapping his arms around with his chin now resting on your shoulder.

“You are fine just the way you are, besides I don’t wanna know how I’d look as a girl. It be kind of in reverse, you being the boyfriend and I be the girlfriend. No thanks.” KJ says as you felt much less overwhelmed by the crowd.

“Awe, but KJ you’d make a pretty girl and Y/N be a cute guy.”

I gotta say one of the things that irritates me most are the customers that are openly chauvinistic towards women. I’m a guy but I’m still disgusted by some of the shit I see customers do towards my female co-workers or other female customers. Earlier today I rang up two young women who were, to put it bluntly, gorgeous. Both looked like they were barely old enough to drink. I’ll admit I was a bit overly friendly, and even flirty until I saw balding guy in his early 40’s walk up behind them and just immediately start staring at their asses. Just, head cocked down, wide-eyed, big stupid grin on his face. As I was finishing ringing them out he realized I’m glaring at him for being such a prick, and he had the nerve to wink and nod at me. Buddy, that wasn’t a look from me of companionship, I was doing everything I could to tell you to knock it the fuck off with my eyes alone. On another occasion I had to call the security guard (I’m one of the lower tier managers) over to the customer service desk to escort out a customer who had apparently taken a liking to one of the customer service girls, and decided to express that liking by asking for her
And then asking again.
And again.
And again. For just under half an hour, because apparently he either couldn’t or wouldn’t take the hint that the poor girl was. Not. Interested, and kept getting more and more irate when she wouldn’t. She ended up retreating into the back room and called nearly half the store departments before she got someone willing to get rid of him.
It’s not like I was raised to strictly treat every woman with respect, but good lord, how do these people get the idea in their head that these sorts of things are acceptable in public, let alone doing them to people who are basically bound by their job to be nice, regardless of whether or not the person is a scumbag?

Brawl in the Streets

Prompt: how did the reader meet their S/O’s?

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader, also with Aaron Burr X Jefferson X Madison (nice)

TW: spicy language, fist fighting, self depreciating thoughts, violence, fear, mention of depression, slurs, VIOLENCE

A/N: Hey! Thank you for stopping by to read! I hope you enjoy this! I’m sorry for the typos! It’s fairly unedited but it’s here! I wanted to let you know that I do not condone the use of the derogatory language used in this piece, but it was written from some personal experience, and I wanted it to be authentic. If you have anything you need me to tag, let me know. I want you to feel safe when reading my work!

Word Count: 3276

You met your boys one dry, summer night. You had gone to your favorite coffee shoppe downtown to treat yourself after a long week. You had just gotten off work, and the sun had set. The streets were full of protestors, screaming about God’s hate and condemning everyone to hell. There were also several homeless people sitting on the sidewalks. The coffee shoppe was moderately busy, but not crowded, when you got there. There were a few couples scattered at the tables, along with some individuals typing on laptops or reading. In the back was a group of guys shouting and playing Jenga. They caught your eye because right as you came in, you heard, “Suck my ass, motherfu-”
“Alexander! I did that already!”
You had to stifle your laughter as they carried on. There were four of them, huddled around the stack of blocks. The smol one that yelled, Alexander, held a block up in victory. His hair was slicked back in a ponytail, a few stray pieces hung in his face. He was the shortest out of the group, and it made him absolutely adorable. He placed the block on top of the tower, when the tall, thin one behind him sharply prodded him in the back. He let out a shriek and toppled the tower, causing the group to laugh loudly. Shorty was yelling at Bean Pole, occasionally throwing in profanities, while the other two laughed themselves to death.
“Uh, ma'am?” You turned away from the scene playing out and saw the cashier waiting for you to order.
“S-sorry, right,” you mumbled as you glanced over at the group. Bean Pole had pinned Shorty to the ground. You couldn’t believe you missed it! “I’ll have the… uh…” you completely lost your train of thought when you saw Bean Pole kiss Shorty. You bit your lip to keep from squealing. That was just so damn cute. “Uhh… Mudpuddle?”
You glanced back at the cashier who had a bored expression on his face. “You must be new here.”
You frowned, your eyebrows coming together. “I’ve been here before… Just not recently, been busy, why?”
The cashier sighed and nodded in the direction of the rowdy group. “They’re here, every Friday night. They play Jenga, they shout, they make out… I leave with a headache…” he leaned on the counter, watching them, and you followed suit. The two on the floor were now sitting on the couch, the tall one was pressing kisses into, what was his name? Alexander’s neck. The other two were casually chatting and sipping their drinks.
“They’re cute. They don’t seem too rambunctious-” you began to defend these small muffins you already had a growing affection for. They were just so adorable.
“Just you wait… wait for it, I promise, it gets worse,” the cashier cried out as he dropped his head in his hands. “Anyways,” he glanced back up at you, “Mudpuddle, got it. What’s your name for that?”
“Y/N,” you answered as you glanced at his name tag. Aaron. You smiled to yourself; that was a nice name. “Right, that’ll be-”
You handed your card to him, and he swiped it without even bothering to read the total. He handed it back to you.
“That’ll be done in like, five minutes. Just like my shift!” Aaron seemed to perk up at the last thought he mentioned to you, and you grinned.
“Wow, that bad?” You teased as you shoved your wallet back in your purse.
“Only on Friday nights,” he smirked at you, and you laughed politely back.
“Have a nice night,” you told him as you left the line so that the next customer could order.
“Once I’m off, I will!”
You stood by the other counter, casually watching the four. They had put the Jenga away, which you figured made Aaron a bit happier. Instead, they had started chatting.
“-and thEN JEFFERSON HAD THE AUDACITY-” The smol bean, Alexander, once again was shouting, and this time, the biggest guy, the one on the other couch, stood up and took the bean’s hand.
“Hey, ch ch ch, we’re still in public,” his voice was gentle, a contrast to his physical form. He was broad and thick. His muscles were massive. Damn son.
“Yeah, save the shouting for the bedroom, Alex,” the other one, who was slightly taller than this Alex, purred, and you snorted loudly, unable to hide your laughter. That was so smooth; unlike what you just did. Your snort was so loud, the group, who you dubbed The Gentlemen’s Club, turned and looked at you. You flushed bright red and looked away, nervously tugging on your sleeves. You were mortified. You were also confused. What was the dynamic of their relationship? You couldn’t tell. They all seemed together, but the Bean Pole and Alex made out on the floor… Why did you care? It wasn’t your relationship.
A worker slid you your drink, and you took it. You took a sip, trying to calm yourself down. You were still reeling about how much you had embarrassed yourself.
You sat down at a small, corner table by yourself, and peeked up at the group again. When you made eye contact with the biggest one, you immediately looked down and considered crawling under the table. Oh no. What if they thought you were judging them? You weren’t laughing at them! You were laughing with them! What did you do?
You looked up again, and to your utter horror, you saw that the biggest one was heading towards you. He was probably going to ask you what your problem was. You didn’t want any confrontation. You stood abruptly and bolted.
“Hey!” He called out, footsteps behind you. You ran for your dear life. It was judgmental of you, sure, but he was so much bigger than you, and you had always been afraid of men-especially big men you didn’t know.
You had made it outside the shop, and straight into a throng of protestors.
“You can’t run from your sins! God sees all!!!” A big, old, white man hollered at you. You didn’t care. You just wanted out.
“GO TO HELL, FAGS!!!” Someone screamed, and the protestors turned and flocked towards someone. You turned to see the group from the coffee shoppe down the sidewalk, the biggest one holding your forgotten wallet, and the tall one had your drink. They were trying to help you, and now they were being harassed by protesters. They kept chanting “GO TO HELL” and similar things, and you became enraged. How dare they.
Before you could stop yourself, you were bent over in the alley, scooping up rocks. “Hey!” You shouted, but no one heard you. They had cornered The Gentlemen’s Club. It was now or never. “HEY!” You chucked a rock and hit one of them in the leg. Several turned to face you. “LET YE WITHOUT SIN CAST THE FIRST STONE… OR WHATEVER!!!” You began throwing more rocks at them, and the entire mob had turned on you. You’d made a big mistake. You knew this when you ran out of rocks and took a sign to the face. People were shouting, but you couldn’t understand what they were saying. Fists were flying. Signs were swinging. One hit you in the face, and it flipped your switch. You saw red. You began to shout incoherently, fists flying. You landed some solid hits, but it was a group against one. That’s when you saw the group from the coffee shoppe, fighting protesters with you. It was a full on brawl in the street.
Suddenly, there was the chirp of a police siren, and lights were coming your way. “SCATTER!!!” You managed to holler. You took off, elbowing and shoving through the group, hopelessly making no progress. Then, a large, warm hand caught yours and began to drag you along. The guy in front of you had to have been a linebacker judging from the way he threw people out of his way. You made it out of the group, still holding hands with the guy, when you saw the small bean and the Bean Pole dragging another guy off of some other guy with a broken nose. Funny. You’d have thought that it would be the other way around considering the yelling Alexander had done earlier over Jenga.
They approached you, and the big man quickly picked up his pace, pulling you guys back to the cafe and ushering you inside.
“Y/N! What in the hell was that?” You turned to see Aaron approaching you, flanked by another tall man with a voluminous head of hair. His hair was better than yours.
“I… uh… I’ve got a lot of unresolved anger… and uh… I…” you had no way to explain yourself. You weren’t usually one to fight. You considered yourself to be pretty chill. However, hurling rocks at protesters would say otherwise.
“Look, I…” you turned to the group of men that had gotten sucked into the fight with you and cringed apologetically. “I thought they were going to hurt you. They had you cornered, and I panicked. You guys were just trying to return my wallet because I ran off. And I just want you guys to know that I was laughing earlier because I thought that what Rocky over here said was funny, not because I’m a jerk or anything, so I took off when you noticed me because I was afraid that you’d be mad at me-” you could not shut up. In your defense though, it was the shock. You were running at a hundred miles per hour.
“Hey, Y/N,” Aaron intervened, “Breathe.”
You nodded and sucked in air, then the biggest guy laughed. He laughed and laughed, and soon, the others joined in.
“What’s so funny?” You demanded, your temper quick to spark again. Maybe you needed some anger management classes.
“Nothing, nothing…” the biggest man said, wiping a few tears from his eyes before chuckling again.
“It’s just that you’re so cute!” You looked over at the tallest man, who had spoken with a French accent.
“I was coming over to invite you to join us in Jenga! We noticed you watching and thought you might want to join!” The biggest man explained, laughing again. Your cheeks flushed again. That’s embarrassing. Your paranoia and tendencies to overthink everything completely screwed things up again.
“I’m sorry, this is all my fault, isn’t it?” You sat down in a chair at the table, only to hiss in pain and stiffen up. You were already super sore.
“No, no, mon ami, don’t worry about it. Those protestors ‘ave been after us for weeks! Ce n'est pas ton problème!” The French man patted your shoulder gently, but you still winced.
“Move, Lafayette, lemme have a look,” the new gentleman, who was friends with Aaron, finally spoke up. The French man moved aside and stood beside Alex, gently taking his hand. “I’m a doctor. Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re in good hands.”
“'I’m a doctor… you’re in good hands,’” you heard a small, high pitched, bitter, mocking voice mutter from beside you, and you glanced over to see Alex glaring up at the ceiling and Lafayette patting his arm.
The man’s voice was pure, and damn if he wasn’t hot as hell. “This is my boyfriend, Jefferson,” Aaron explained, and you smiled broadly.
Jefferson gently ran his hands over you, examining for injuries and making you blush really hard. You couldn’t make eye contact the entire time. Aaron had gotten bags of ice from the back, and Jefferson had placed several on your face. Aaron’s phone went off, and he cursed as Jefferson worked.
“What?” The doctor’s hands paused on your face, where you were sure you were bruised and bloodied.
“James is calling. We’re an hour late!” Aaron turned and walked off answering the call. Jefferson began muttering in French.
“If you guys need to go, we can take it from ‘ere,” Lafayette offered, and Jefferson sighed.
“I’m sorry. Could you? Aaron’s had a long day, and I’m sure James is worried sick,” he sighed deeply, and Lafayette nodded. Now that they stood side by side, you could identify several similarities such as skin color, height, hair… extreme hotness.
“Oui, we’ve got this, mon ami. Get back to ton amour, d'accord?” You could loosely understand the French, even though you completed three years of it in high school.
Somehow, you’d managed to take the brunt of the beating out of the group. The rest had maybe a bloody nose, black eye, or split lip, while you sported all three and more. You were just that good. Jefferson nodded in thanks before he turned back to you.
“Thank you for throwing those rocks at those assholes; they deserved it. They’ve been known to start stuff… Make sure you keep ice on your face, your back, maybe just take an ice bath? Uh, have someone check on you every hour for the next twenty four hours to make sure you don’t have a concussion. They got you good with those signs. Next time, maybe don’t take on an entire mob?” He laughed softly at the last bit before he ruffled your hair. You gave him a smile and muttered your thanks before he straightened his purple hoodie and went off to find his boyfriend.
“I’m sorry,” Alexander began to speak, “What did you say your name was?”
“Y/N,” You replied, then you bit your lip. You still were kind of unsure with these guys.
“Cool. I’m Alex,” he pointed to himself with a cocky smile before he pointed to the one next to him, “My favorite fighting French man, Lafayette,” the Frenchman blew you a kiss, and you giggled, “The Iron Fist himself, uh, Rocky, you called him? Yeah, his name’s John,” John punched Alex in the arm, and they began to play fight, trading soft punches and wrestling each other into headlocks. Alex began to grumble profanities at John, and Lafayette stepped in to split them up.
“And I’m Hercules. I’m sorry about those two. They can be quite the handful. I love them both anyways though,” he chuckled at them, then glanced at you. “We didn’t think you were a jerk,” he added softly, and you smiled meekly.
“I’m sorry for everything. I’m just paranoid, I guess. I shouldn’t have bolted. And uh, thanks for bringing me my wallet and for fist fighting in the brawl I started…” you fiddled nervously with the strap of the wallet in front of you, and Hercules chuckled.
“It wouldn’t be a Friday night without some sort of brawl,” he joked, and you switched hands to hold the ice pack to your face.
“I’ve never even been in a fight before,” you whined pathetically as your face throbbed. Lafayette had managed to get John and Alex to split it up, but there was still the occasional swat.
“I want to go home,” you whimpered as you felt tears prick your eyes. Everything hurt. Even your pride.
“Do you ‘ave someone to check you for concussions?” Lafayette asked, and you huffed.
“You can crash at our place tonight; we won’t mind,” Hercules offered, and the others muttered in agreement. You bit your lip, unsure and scared. You didn’t know these people. But then again, they did back you in a fight. And they tried to return the wallet you left. Did you want to chance it with some strangers or risk dying in your bed due to a concussion?
“We have a guest room that locks from the inside,” Lafayette spoke up again before smacking Alex aside the head when he caught him taking a swipe at John.
“I guess… Are you sure you don’t mind?” You didn’t want to intrude.
John cracked a smile at you, “Of course not!”
Alex contributed, “It’s the least we can do since you defended our honor!”
You found yourself laughing, then wincing, more than you’d done in a long time. “Okay.”
They helped you up and helped you hobble out the door. They helped you into the massive SUV they had parked, explaining they’d bring you back for your car when you felt better. John was even kind enough to move it so that it wouldn’t get towed. Hercules drove the car, Lafayette had shotgun beside him. You were sandwiched between John and Alex, who were being oddly affectionate and attentive towards you instead of trying to fight across you. You had leaned your head on John’s shoulder, since he was taller, while Alex gently stroked your hair. Each one of them gingerly held your bruised and bloodied hands, tracing circles over it. You felt your eyes flutter shut, and you wanted nothing more than to sleep.
“Y/N,” John whispered, and you hummed in response. “You can’t fall asleep yet. You might have a concussion.”
You groaned and nuzzled into his shirt, shivering from the shock wearing off. John put his arm around you and pulled you closer, then Alex followed and pressed closer to you, forming a huddle. You heard Lafayette coo about how cute you guys were from the front seat.
You stayed huddled together, sharing warmth, for a good chunk of time, before Hercules finally shut off the engin, and the car lights came on. Alex pulled off of you and got out, then he helped you with your seatbelt. You clutched to John, already strongly attached to him for some reason. He ran another circle over your thumb, then shifted you into his lap. You felt self conscious about your weight, and moved to get off, but locked up when it sent sharp pains through you.
“Ahh, don’t move, darlin’,” For some reason, John had a prominent drawl you hadn’t noticed before. You leaned into his shirt as he shifted, and two large hands gently grasped you as you were taken from the car. You were passed to the guy with the big hands and barrel chest, which you figured must be Hercules, and he carried you inside. You heard doors opening and closing, footsteps, and quiet chatter, before you were sat on the edge of a bed.
“Y/N,” Hercules whispered, and you turned your head in his direction, barely opening your eyes. “Alex put out some clothes for you so you can change out of those. They’ve got homophobic blood on them.”
You nodded in understanding, and went to lie down, but his voice interrupted again.
“Lafayette also put out some Aspirin and water. If you need anything, let us know. We’re just two doors down. One of us will be checking in on you every hour or so to make sure you’re still kicking, okay?”
You hummed tiredly, and yawned. Hercules smiled at you and bid you goodnight before he left. Groggily, you opened your eyes, and slowly shuffled your way to the clothes. It took you a solid ten minutes to change, each movement causing an ache deep within your bones. You threw back the pills also before turning off the lights and climbing under the silk sheets. You sighed contently.
You knew that these boys had already taken better care of you than you would’ve, and it was your fault you were all in this mess. You pondered this for a bit, beginning to drift off, when you heard the door creak. You stayed still, breathing steadily, as light footsteps approached you. You felt two fingers on the side of your neck, checking for a pulse. Then, you felt a pair of lips press to your forehead, the last thing you felt before you drifted off.
“Thank you, again, mon ange.”

Icarus and the Sun (NSFW)

Originally posted by dailymarvel

Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut

Summary: Some members of the team are giving Sam shit about keeping up and being in better shape so you invite him to come to your workout class with you and it turns out not to be what he expected.

A/N: Sam Wilson won in the 300 poll and I was more than happy to oblige. Hopefully I did him his deserved justice.

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