he never leaves his hair alone

Rating Shiros

Regular Shiro

  • the original and the best
  • i miss him so much………..
  • 11/10

Pre-Kerberos Shiro

  • so innocent, so pure
  • look at those puppy-dog eyes 
  • LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU MONSTERS
  • 10/10

Kuro

  • EVIL
  • the yellow eyes look cool though
  • i am a shadow, the true self
  • 3/10

Mindscape Shiro

  • was a jerk to keith
  • shiro would never
  • 0/10

Sven

  • STOP SAYING HE’S DEAD HE’S AT THE SPACE HOSPITAL
  • took a gunshot for someone he had just met, what a great guy :’)
  • 9/10

Kuron

  • unsettling voice
  • ALMOST like regular Shiro but something feels off?
  • i hated his new look at first but now it’s kinda growing on me…
  • mixed feelings
  • 5/10

Scruffy Kuron

  • same as above but the long hair and stubble bump up the score
  • 6/10

Junk Shiro

  • CUTE…
  • that shoulder to waist ratio though
  • 10/10

Je T’aime, Mon Cher Eddie

For @time-for-tozier who came up with this idea, I hope you like it!!

Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.

He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.

He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.

“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.

“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”

The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.

Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.

They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.

They were peaceful.

“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.

She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.

So what was Richie’s reason?

“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”

“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”

Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”

Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.

“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.

“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)

“What does that mean?”

“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”

“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.

“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”

————

The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.

“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.

“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.

“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.

“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”

Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”

“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”

“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”

“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”

Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”

“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.

———-

Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.

“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

The person at his window was Richie.

“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.

“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.

Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.

That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”

“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)

Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.

Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.

She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times

She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.

“You need to tell him.”

“What?”

“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”

“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.

A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.

“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.

“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.

(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)

J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.

(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)

Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.

(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)

Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.

(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)

Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.

(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)

Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.

(Okay, now for the real shit.)

Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.

(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)

Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.

(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)

Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.

(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”

Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.

A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.

“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.

As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.

He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.

He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.

Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.

Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.

“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.

“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.

“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.

“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”

Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.

This felt right. This felt like home.

know it all — p.p.

summary : may parker can’t fathom that you and her nephew aren’t dating yet- she can’t wait forever, you know, and she knows it’s going to happen eventually. when has may ever been wrong?

word count : 3k

author’s note : long time no see?? LOL sophomore year is successfully kicking my ass but i wrote this and it’s semi long so?? 

   May Parker prides herself on a lot of things- namely, her stunning resilience in the face of immense adversity, and the way she just seems to know things. She can’t help it, it’s her not so lame superpower and she uses it on Peter all the time, much to his annoyance. She earns a roll of the eyes whenever she says something out of the blue, so profound Peter can’t help but contemplate its credibility for the hours that follow their interactions. She knows things, she does, and she knows that you and her nephew are as meant to be as her and Ben were- are, she chastises herself sometimes- and she knows it so truly in the deepest recesses of her heart that the fact that you and Peter aren’t together is something that goes right over her head. 

   “Peter, hon, when’s your girl coming over? I miss having other ladies in the house,” she says one day, interrupting the silence that had settled upon the pair  as Peter recited the periodic table of elements so naturally in his head in preparation for a quiz the following day. Peter loses track somewhere between lithium and beryllium or maybe it was phosphorus, he doesn’t know anymore, when he hears May call you that, his girl, and he shakes his head at her wildly. “What? What’d I say?” May points her wooden spoon at him, and Peter’s reminded that she’s Italian for the fifth time that day. 

   “May, she’s not- she’s not my, like, girlfriend,” he stresses each syllable the word carries, practically throwing his pencil across the table when he turns his chair to get a better view of his aunt as she prepares dinner- pasta, again, because she claims it’s the only thing she can’t possibly mess up. “You know that! Y/N’s been my best friend forever.” 

    “You realize you can be best friends with your girlfriend, don’t you?” Peter can sense May’s eyes rolling even though he can’t see her since she’s facing the stove with her back turned. “You two have definitely kissed. You can’t tell me you haven’t.” 

    Peter’s entire face feels hot when she says that, his hands clammy when he presses them together against his cheeks, placing his elbows on the table to prop his head up. “That’s embarrassing, May. Why would you ever ask me that?” He runs his hands through his hair and the gel is so terribly packed on it that the carefully prepared hairstyle comes undone with one swift movement. “We haven’t, in case you’re wondering, which I know you are because you’re nosy.” Peter feels the spoon lightly poke into his back, a playful warning. 

   “Anyways,” May continues loudly, “as I was saying before, your girlfriend should come over for dinner sometime this week. I’m making pasta.” She grins before placing a bowl of penne in front of Peter, his least favorite pasta shape. Peter scowls at the penne but picks up his fork anyway and shoves some in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before giving May a thumbs up. At least she was proud of it. “I won’t make penne if you get her to come over.” 

    She knows she’s got him when she sees the slow, unsure nod start. He sticks his hand out, and May shakes it happily. “Only because of the penne. I want bowties. Please,” he gives his aunt his best, brightest, sweetest smile he can form, much like the ones that come so naturally when he turns his gaze to look at you- but May won’t bring that up just yet. “And don’t make girlfriend jokes in front of her.” His utensil stabs into the pasta as he thinks to himself, ‘cause if you keep it up in front of her, she’ll think I’m a weirdo and I’ll never genuinely get to call Y/N that, ever. Honestly, he’d much rather launch himself headfirst off of the Empire State Building than never get to experience kissing you, holding your hand, being with you in all those sorts of hopelessly romantic ways that he daydreams about regularly. He’s doing it again, slipping into that endless reverie he always seems to find himself lost in. But it’s okay. His mind is a chasm of soft loves and sweet words shared between the two of you. It’s a beautiful, long mess of a dream. 

   “You lost, Pete?” May snaps her fingers in front of his face, bemused. 

    “A little,” he sighs in that dreamy tone she recalls her own self indulging in so fondly in her younger years. His gaze becomes hazy again, like he’s on another plane entirely, but she lets him be. For now. 


    Peter knows he’s dressing up a little too much for just a friend. He’s spraying too much strong cologne and gelling his hair excessively and praying you won’t notice the fact that it’ll be dryer than the leaves in the wintertime, but it’s all too much for someone he insists is his best friend and his best friend alone, nothing more and nothing less, certainly not his girlfriend. Never that, right? Peter frowns at his reflection and tilts his head down, rubbing his head in attempt to remove most of the gel that had been a serious mistake in the first place. You preferred his hair curly, anyway. Not that he cared. Not in the slightest. He puts on the sweater that you once said looked lovely on him and he wears his nice jeans, the ones without that stupid hole near the butt cheek that you can’t really see unless you’re trying

   His cheeks flush when May gives a tiny, satisfied smirk upon seeing his perfectly put together outfit. He acts as if no time at all was spent on his appearance, but she knows him, like she knows everything else, and she knows that he’s been holed up in the bathroom for over twenty minutes now trying to see which shirt matched his eyes best and debating the chances of you realizing that this was the sweater you liked the most on him before he put it on and beamed at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was the color or the stitching or the fabric but he was starting to like this one much more, too. 

   “You look very handsome, sweets,” May says to him, squeezing his shoulder as she brushes past him to place a salad on the table. Peter surveys the salad with a strange look on his face. 

   “Why’d you make a salad? Since when does Y/N eat salad?” He raises his eyebrows at her, before adding with haste, “not that I don’t love your salad, Aunt May, ‘cause I do. I promise.”  

   Aunt May places her hands on her hips, peering at him through the tops of her glasses in a way that makes her look too wise for someone as young as she was. “I’m making a good impression, obviously.” 

   “You’ve known her for like ten years now, the time for good impressions is over, May. You missed your chance.”

   “This is the first time I’m seeing Y/N as your girlfriend, though!” Peter lets out the loudest groan imaginable, running his hands over his cheeks and slapping his forehead with great vexation. 

   “Still not my girlfriend,” he insists on insisting, taking the extra plates out of her busy hands and helping to set the small kitchen table. 

   May smooths back a loose strand of hair from his forehead with a kind, teasing grin on her face. “Doesn’t mean you don’t want her to be, kiddo.” 

   He can’t possibly argue with that sort of logic, especially not when his aunt hits the nail right on the head in that peculiar way she has a habit of doing, so he just smiles and kisses May on the cheek. There’s a knock on the door less than a second later, and the pair scramble for the upper hand before Peter beats her to it and nearly flies to grab the handle of it and yank it open so he can greet you accordingly, slightly out of breath with his hair flopping to one quite nicely and a joyous smile making its way across his mouth when he sees you for the first time that day. May hovers earnestly behind him, hands fluttering over her nephew’s shoulders so she can push past him to wrap you in a hug if need be. Sometimes Peter has the impression that May adores you even more than he does; he wasn’t sure if he should be glad for that, or a bit offended that you seemed to return the blatant favoritism with ardency. 

   There was a brief second where your eyes raked over your best friend’s face with soft admiration, hidden as carefully as you could manage. When you met his appreciative gaze you felt the palms of your hands clam up and so you cast your look back to his aunt and playfully pushed past him to give her a hug. 

   Peter, offense overriding his previously somewhat moonstruck expression, backed away from you when you finally turned toward him with your arms outstretched. “Oh, now I get a hug? Interesting,” he rolls his eyes in a teasing manner, unable and unwilling to conceal his little, loving smile that appeared when you pried his arms off his chest and defiantly wrapped them around yourself as you hugged him. “Didn’t seem so interested in hugging me when you were shoving me away to get to May,” he says, craning his neck to stare at you whilst continuing to drag the embrace out for as long as possible. 

   “You’re still my favorite Parker,” you reply, poking his chest lightly. Then you turn away before you can say anything else that could be considered too revealing of certain, carefully concealed feelings that had the possibility of being detrimental to a beautiful friendship that had manifested over the years into something more, but not quite, not yet. “Sort of,” you put as an afterthought, lest he get any ideas about you feeling… something for him. “Anyways, what’s for dinner, May?” You anticipate pasta, and when May announces the dish with a great flourishing of her hand, you grin. Typical, yes, but nothing if not welcomed. 

  Peter, gentleman that he is, pulls out your chair for you, and you let yourself imagine that he’s doing it as a chivalrous boyfriend and not simply a polite friend. He imagines the same, though. Imagines that he’s on a date with you and he pulls out your chair and smiles kindly and lovingly- and he basks in this image for as long as he can. May calls you over then, and the daydream is shattered. You make your way over to her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. 

   May lowers her voice before speaking, “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to explain something to me,” she starts. You nod, raising your eyebrows at her. “Explain why you and Peter aren’t together yet. Honestly, honey, I just can’t understand it.” She talks with her hands the way Peter does. 

   “Uh- what? I, um, I don’t… understand?” Your voice cracks a little, as if having May practically shove your less than friendly feelings for Peter back in your face wasn’t embarrassing enough. “We’re, um, you know, like, friends.” 

   Her hand waves dismissively, pushing that sentence away. “No, no, see that’s what he said, too! I have to disagree. I know everything, kiddo, and I know that you two are going to make it as a couple, so if that’s what your afraid of, don’t be. Go for it. I see the same thing in him that I see in you right now, and that thing is love. So, I’m going to need you to go make my nephew the happiest kid on Earth and tell him you’re falling in love with him, and you’ll see that he’s going to say the same thing to you. Trust me. Aunt May knows all,” she shrugs in a casual manner, brushing her confidence off, before she steers you around and gently pushes you back toward the tiny dining room table where Peter sits awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs with his lip caught between his teeth. 

   “Hi,” you almost whisper, settling down in your seat across from him. 

   He glances up. “Hey,” he says, smiling again. A reflex, in your presence. He clears his throat, then asks, “So, what’d you and May talk about?” He knows May loves him as if he were her son, which for all intents and purposes he is, but he can’t be sure of her secrecy. He wouldn’t put it past his aunt to let slip “accidentally” that he liked you, loved you, cared for you. 

   You take a sip of your glass of water that Peter must have filled in your absence from the table. You had a tendency to take sips of your drink when in uncomfortable conversations, or conversations you felt nervous in. He notes that. “Oh, um, nothing really… but if were gonna talk about it, I’d wanna do it in, like, private?” You twirl your straw around your drink, mixing the ice in the glass. Peter abruptly stands from his chair. You watch him sling a jacket around his shoulders and throw one of his sweaters at you, which you catch easily. “You wanna go now?” 

   He nods, licking his lips anxiously. “No better time than the present, right?” If you’re going to confront him and crush his heart with a single sentence that stands along the lines of I see you as a friend, he wants it done sooner rather than later. He wants it over with, so he can go back to his suffering in comfortable silence and start an attempt to move past this crush the way he had easily drifted away from his crush on Liz Allan. You fumble with the sweater as you stand. “May, we’re gonna step out for a bit!” Peter announces, opening the front door of his apartment and letting you slip out first. He doesn’t wait for her response before he disappears, too. May watches the two of you leave and feels her heart grow twice its size. 

  You’re standing outside the apartment building ten minutes later in the chilly autumn breeze, thankful for the cologne scented sweater that rests over your body like a warm blanket. Peter’s hands are never cold, and so they linger outside of his pockets as opposed to yours, shoved inside the front pocket of the sweater he’s given you. He reaches for your hands wordlessly and rubs them over his. “You’re always freezing,” he laughs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours with a new burst of confidence that you find endearing as you squeeze his hands. “Hey, wanna know something? You might know it already but, I figure I should tell you myself, if you wanna know.” He swings his hands back and forth, and yours swing along with his. 

   “Yeah, please,” you insist, twisting your head to the side to sweep the windswept hair out of your face. One of Peter’s hands comes up to brush it out of the way, typical and cliche and an overplayed move but none of that matters when the action is being carried out, because it makes your stomach constrict in that funny way and your heart melt into a puddle on the dirty sidewalk. His fingers linger over the softness of your cheek, and he keeps his hand there to see what you’ll say about it. You say nothing, let remain there. “You gonna tell me or not?” 

  “Should I- I could maybe…” he sucks on the bottom of his lip. “Forget it, I don’t know how to speak properly around you like this.” You start to protest, demand he tell you because you won’t be able to stop thinking about this if he doesn’t, but every word dies before it can touch the edge of your lips. Peter has his head lowered down toward you and he’s kissing you, a thought that’s crossed your mind more times than you were able to count but now, it’s happening. Real lips pressed against yours feverishly, shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. When he pulls away first, it returns and collides with him as if he’s hit a brick wall, and his cheeks burn red. He makes no move to back away, still. “D-Did I step out of line? Was that okay? Do you hate me? ‘Cause if you do we can go back upstairs or you can leave and then on Monday we can pretend that this never happened because you’re still my best friend no matter what even if it’s awkward-” 

   Your hands clasp together around the back of his neck as you yank him down toward you again, and this time you kiss him back. You can feel him smiling so hard it makes it difficult to kiss him, but when you break away to tell him that, he just laughs and smiles harder and keeps kissing you. He doesn’t know how to stop now that’s he had the opportunity. You’re both laughing hysterically and trying to kiss properly and his nose bumps against yours repeatedly, and it’s the most perfect first kiss in the world. 

   He keeps his hand firmly grasped in yours when you go back upstairs to his seventh floor apartment, opens the door for you and everything. May is sitting at the table, turns her head to the both of you and peers at you from the top of her glasses. Peter raises his hand and yours, triumphant. May claps her hands together as he, your boyfriend, declares proudly, “Aunt May, I would like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who I hope will be sticking around?” He looks to you for reassurance, and gets what he needs from the happy kiss you bestow upon the side of his face. 

   “I told you two I know everything!” Is what breaks the joyous silence, and then the laughter starts again; a perfectly lovely family. 

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Amortentia

Originally posted by sugutie

Words: 4,778.

Genre: Hogwarts!AU, fluff.

Summary: Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook was handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook was a god and they would say he smelled like the purest form of any man with a harmonious smell of musk, cedar wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest, spices, and black coffee – but they couldn’t have been more wrong.

A/N: I have no idea what made me want to write this but it was fun and I’m most definitely thinking of making an au for all the boys.

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a/n: guess i’m feeling a little spicy today and decided to make our second post a making out with seventeen scenario???? I ask why self ‘why’ a lot. These are just our opinions! -Lex

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imagine the foxes walking in on andreil making out for the first(and probably not last) time:

· so neil had left for a few days to figure out some stuff bout their deal with ichirou and hes back but they had a game that night so andreil couldn’t have a proper “reunion”

· the game is over(they won obvs) and the rest of the teams talking to the press but neil’s exhausted so he goes alone to the changing room

· andrew follows neil

· (gently) pins him against the locker and checks if neil is injured anywhere

· “you missed me”, neil says

· “203 percent.”

· “such a bad liar babe” (neil calls andrew babe in my world without being murdered shut up and let me live)

·  “yes or no

·  “yes.”

· and andrew kisses neil. cos yes he has missed neil. and he hates it. he doesn’t ‘miss’ people. hes the one who makes them disappear.

· and god neils kisses feel so fucking good.

· neither of them knows how long has passed since their lips touched

· they finally come up to breathe and neil smiles

· andrew wants to kill something. probably neil. cos how can someones smile make him feel this way?

· and neil rests his forehead against andrews and for once andrew doesn’t move away but just shuts his eyes

· a slight sound behind them

· andrews knives are out in a second

· and its the remaining seven

· all of them

· kevin is just standing there cos their relationship is not his business. aaron just leaves. renee is smiling cos shes an angel. nicky my boy has a hand over his heart and he looks like a proud father..allison holds her palm out for the money she just won and matt and dan are in shock.

· cos they’ve never seen andrew willingly touch, let alone kiss someone like this. they’ve never seen neil smile like that. they’ve never seen anyone, even kevin touch andrews hair.  

· but here they both are, doing the impossible

· and they’re still breathing (rather hard i might add)

· and andrew points his knives towards them

· and goes “if i ever hear a word about this every single one of you is fucking dead”

· and walks out.

Jikook Valentine’s Day

It’s late I know, but I just had to, because Jikook fanart is a must for valentine’s day!

A little headcanon:

- Before and during valentine’s day are the busiest time for Jungkook’s little bakery shop.

-It’s nice really, making pretty and delicious cake has always been Jungkook’s dream anyway.

-If there is one thing Jungkook hates about his job is that he can’t spend his valentine’s day with the one he loves like any other people.

-He considers himself lucky to have Park Jimin as his boyfriend, the little guy who has a heart of gold sent from heaven for him. Six years being together and never once they spent valentine’s day together, going on a date like most people do, and never once Jimin complains.

-But every valentine’s night when Jungkook finally done with his job after selling the last piece of cake he would go back home to Jimin who’s almost fall asleep waiting for him.

-And Jungkook would sneaks in beside him, caressing his hair, muttering a sincere apology for leaving Jimin alone on such a special day.

-And every year Jimin would say the same thing, “what? today’s valentine’s day? I thought it was yesterday, or the day before that, or before that, because it sure feels like it is,” and he snuggles closer to Jungkook.

-And Jungkook would also say, “tomorrow too, tomorrow is also valentine’s day,” for us. Jungkook kisses his forehead.

-”I know,” Jimin says before he falls asleep, and Jungkook smiles against Jimin’s pink hair, right, just like this, sleeping with the one he loves, it already feels more like valentine than any valentine he knows.

Bts reaction to you being scared of them during an argument

Anon said: Hi there, can you do bts reactions to gf flinching/scared of them during an argument-if you haven’t done one already please accept this request- hope you have a nice day.


SeokJin:

Make him angry, I’ll wait. This guy would try not to fight, he would just make the situation better with making you laugh, or explaining the problem in a funny way. If the problem was too serious, he would sit down and talk it through, neither of you raising your voice. Unfortunately, this one time was different.

He was having a stressful day so far and this argument wasn’t making him happy at all. It was a serious matter, so you were both sitting down, trying to reach a meeting point, but it wasn’t working. All of the sudden, while you were talking, he interrupted you, shouting that you were wrong.

You weren’t angry at him, you understood the circumstances, but you couldn’t stop the tears in your eyes, since you weren’t having a good day and it was the first time he had ever shout at you.

He realised what he had just done; he just shouted at his baby. He stopped all of the sudden, looking at the floor.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just-… I just had a rough day, please forgive me, let’s just cuddle a bit and talk about this tomorrow, please”

Yoongi:

He is the type of person to ignore fights, but if the issue was really serious, his face would completely change. Yoongi angry is definitely not something you see often, he usually sights at fights, he’s not one to respond, he would just ignore until one of you decided to say sorry, which would probably end up in make-up sex, but that’s another story.

This time he did respond, he was angry for god knows what at this point. He was stressed, a bad day at work and a fight led him to let you see this side of him, and he wasn’t proud of it. Mid-shouting he stopped, only to see your face. You weren’t crying, but you were in the middle of shocked and scared.

Yoongi felt his heart falling to the ground. This was not him, this was his stress talking, and he started having thoughts about you leaving him. He didn’t deserve you. You did nothing wrong but he was shouting at you still. He was disgusted at himself. The moment you saw his eyes red after minutes of silence you took a hint of what was happening; he was about to cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything I said, I love you, please forgive me, I don’t want to lose you”


Namjoon:

He’s more of the “let’s sit down and talk about it” type, so you have never really seen him shouting at you before that night.

Maybe it was work, maybe it was the pressure of the tour, whatever it was, he was really pissed. Unfortunately, the fact that you both started fighting didn’t help much. He wasn’t saying things to you, he was just shouting, but for a reason, you grew scared.

Once he finally realised that he was scaring his baby, he stopped. You both stared at each other for some seconds before he took you between his arms.

“I’m so sorry, honey, I promise you won’t see me like that again. I care about you too much, I’m sorry.

Hoseok:

Hoseok and fights are a really rare combination, but when it happens, it can get really heated, but he will never dare get close to you, he never dared say something that would actually hurt you, and he kept that promise.

This fight was like any other, you were arguing, sometimes shouting, but Hoseok always tried to keep it down.

What was different this time was that, in the middle of the argument, he saw a scratch in your face. You had probably just run into some branches on your way home, but he wanted to help. He started walking towards you and lifted his hand to touch the scar, but you hid under your arms.

This took him by surprise. Did you really think he was going to hurt his beautiful prince/princess?

Once you realised how stupid that move was, you let your arms fall to your side and stared at his shocked and disappointed expression.

“I would never dare hurt a single strand of your hair, ever. Do not ever think like that. Do you want to sit down and talk about this, baby?”

Jimin:

Even if he is a cutie, I am a strong believer that he can get angry if the issue had something to do with your safety, like if you did something reckless, for example. Either way, he never wanted to scare you, not at all.

He cared about you too much, sometimes even more than himself. He was mad about the fact that you didn’t take care of yourself properly, that’s why he raised his voice. He is not the one to shout a lot, but he did use a harsh tone, which caught you by surprise. He was looking at you straight in the eye, so he realised what he had caused only some seconds after.

Without thinking about it twice, he embraced you, brushing your hair with his fingers.

“I am sorry, but please take care of yourself. You mean the world to me, I don’t want anything to happen to you. I love you.”

Taehyung:

Even if he might be a squishy little cutie, he did get angry sometimes, but never at you. His grandparents have always told him not to shout at a pretty girl, so yes, he was a gentleman when it came to fights. It didn’t matter what was the problem, or if you were a bit too insistent, if you wanted some time alone to think, he would leave the room without talking, if you wanted to shout at him, he would let you do it. My point is, if he ever shouted at you, alcohol might be involved (and he doesn’t really drink so good luck with that lmao)

He had drank a bit of alcohol at a party with the rest of bts and yourself. Once you both reached home, you started fighting for a stupid thing, but obviously, he had a headache and was under the effects of the alcohol.

He cut you off mid sentence to shout for you to shut up because his head ached, which was understandable, but since you had never heard him shouting, you jumped a bit, taking a step backwards out of pure shock. He noticed immediately and regretted drinking the second he saw your reaction. He didn’t hug you, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of himself. He muttered a soft “I’m so sorry” and went straight to guest’s bathroom and locked himself in it. He was disgusted at himself.

After some several time of you knocking on the door telling him it was okay and that you had pills for his headache, he came out. His eyes were red from crying, but he didn’t dare looking at you at the face.

You were the one who hugged him first, making him start crying again, rounding you with his arms and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I am so sorry. I understand if you don’t want me to sleep with you tonight, I will take the sofa. But please forgive me, I don’t know what to do without you” But you obviously ended up cuddling all night.

Jungkook:

Fights were a big no-no for him, and after this one fight, he never dared shout at you. You were his gift, the only thing he treasured, there was no way in hell he would dare hurt you, physically or verbally.

But that happened after your first fight.

You both have never had a fight before this, you had never seen Jungkook angry. Even if he was just doing what any other person does during arguments, you hated when people shouted at you, it made you feel scared and vulnerable. He was shouting, and you started feeling bad. Interrupting him, you mouthed a soft “don’t shout at me” but obviously, he didn’t hear you, so you decided to shout it, making him stop.

You ran off the room, getting inside your bedroom and locking the door.

Without thinking if twice, you put on some headphones and turned the volume from your phone really high.

After around 20 minutes, you decided to confront him. Maybe you did take it too far, he wan’t doing something wrong after all, he was just angry, something we all feel.

Once you opened the door you saw Jungkook sitting outside the door on the floor. His eyes were red and irritated, his cheeks were puffy, and his face carried a strong feeling of guilt.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I didn’t mean that, please, you mean the world to me, I love you (y/n) please forgive me”

Got a bit carried away on the last 2 babies, hope you don’t mind! Also, my work is copyrighted, so do not claim it your own (you know who I’m talking about)

I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz

Warnings: mention of rape

A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.


You sat on your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck. “What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you. Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark, but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed, sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in. He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?” He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled, walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone, while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged your shoulders.


You lay in your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face, almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the TV.
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling, after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling closer.
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised. Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit. I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking, while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby. I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and for that night everything was perfect.

Jungkook as your boyfriend would include...

Originally posted by jkguks

  • Okay time for this little shit
  • The first couple of months that bangtan were friends with you Jungkook would be the most distant
  • Not because he didn’t like you or anything it was actually the opposite
  • He got way too shy around you and his brain would just shut off
  • He tried many times to converse with you
  • It shouldn’t have been too hard for him considering you both had a lot in common and liked the same stuff
  • But every time Jungkook got even a little close to talking to you his mouth would dry up and he wouldn’t be able to form any words
  • So you’d have to make the first move thanks to this cute little bun
  • Honestly I think it would probably happen when you were questioning Jungkook about why he didn’t seem to like you
  • And unlike all the other times were he wasn’t able to talk he’d just end up blurting out “it’s because I like you and every time I’m near you I’m afraid that I’ll mess up my chances!”
  • He’d slap his hand over his mouth, wide eyes avoiding yours
  • So he wasn’t able to notice the small smile on your face or how you shuffled close to him, before taking him by surprise and planting your lips onto his
  • It would take a few moments for him to register what the hell was happening but believe me when he understood he couldn’t stop himself
  • His hands would wrap around your waist and he’d smirk into the kiss despite the heavy blush that was creeping up his cheeks
  • After you two broke apart you’d look up and ask “Jeon Jungkook, will you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”
  • He’d jokingly pretend to think about it but would answer with a “yes, of course~” after you punched him in the arm
  • And here marked the day of the start of your relationship
  • Jungkook would be really shy and reserved the first few weeks of your relationship
  • But would come out of his shell once you didn’t pressure him and relaxed him
  • He isn’t very good with girls
  • So he’d ask either Yoongi or Namjoon for advice on how to act with you
  • And both of them would just reply “act like yourself”
  • Jungkook would trust his hyungs suggestions and do as they said
  • He’d become his normal meme self around you and to say you couldn’t be happier was an understatement
  • Ignoring the fact that he could be a bit annoying sometimes (okay all the time)
  • Jealously levels to the max
  • He would even hesitate to leave you alone in a room with another member
  • Until he came to his senses
  • And by senses I mean his hyungs scolding him to leave you alone
  • He was a clingy baby
  • He just wanted to be with you most of the time, he never got tired of seeing your pretty face
  • This boy wouldn’t even let you have a bath without him
  • Even if you tried to lock the door he’d still find his way in somehow
  • Before stripping and sitting in the tub across from you, ignoring the death glares you sent his way
  • He’d make up for it though by brushing your damp hair afterwards, singing into your ear softly as you sat against his chest
  • His dates are often spontaneous and not at all planned
  • He’d just show up in the middle of the night, shaking you out of your bed and driving with you to McDonald’s
  • Jungkook’s kisses would be soft and delicate, holding you close as if he would lose you if he let go
  • When he was informed that he didn’t have to practice one day he’d seize that opportunity to get you into his bed to cuddle
  • He cherished those days he got to spend with you laid against his bare chest, with the curtains closed as a shitty movie played in the background
  • Overall Jungkook would be the funniest and cutest boyfriend ever, he’s defiantly a keeper

Originally posted by jeonify

  • Jungkook would be very unsure when it came to sex with you, at first anyway
  • He would only focus on pleasuring you that he wouldn’t even think to ask you to do anything for him
  • But when you first suggested it it was hard not to notice the obvious erection straining against his jeans
  • It wouldn’t have taken very much for him to cum inside your mouth but he’d gain some confidence and hold your jaw shut while ordering you to swallow every last drop
  • This was just the beginning of his dominant side
  • He also could never keep his hands to himself
  • Every time you both were in public his hands would either be on your ass of on one of your thighs
  • He’s also very fond of public teasing
  • More so giving than receiving though
  • his fingers would pull at the hem of your skirt, brushing past the skin of your thigh before entering your panties
  • He’d watch in amusement and wonder as you tried to hold your moans in while desperately trying to shove his hands away, which proved to be useless
  • However he wouldn’t be that amused when you did it to him
  • His eyes would darken in desire once he felt your smaller hand fondled him under his slacks
  • It wouldn’t be long before he was dragging you out and to his car, not even trying to hide his intentions to the people that surrounded you both
  • Jungkook would also be really into handcuffs
  • He’d just loved seeing you blindfold and cuffed to his bed as he dragged his large hands across your body
  • He’s a big tease so he’d drag his hot tongue across your skin before stopping at your panties, before pulling them down with his teeth
  • He would then hold your thighs down against the mattress to stop you from struggling as his slick tongue explored your folds
  • Loves to finger fuck you
  • He wouldn’t even prepare you, he’d instantly enter two long fingers until he was knuckle deep
  • This boy would love doggy style
  • There was no better sight to him than your ass slapping against his cock as you desperately gripped the sheets and buried your face into the soft pillows
  • He’s honesty up for anything when he had sex with you, as long as you were satisfied he was content
  • Although Jungkook was a gentleman in the streets he was also a freak in the sheets ;)

This kept deleting I’m honestly over it! Anyway here’s Jungkook’s part enjoy ♡

Yoongi and Taehyung

May Dragneel

I don’t have a properly title for this, but it’s what it says.

May Dragneel belongs ot @keiid​ . It’s her Zervis daughter.

———

Year X802, Magnolia. Inside a little house, a pink haired man and a black haired little girl were playing a card game.


- You win again, May - said the pink haired man -. I have nothing to invalidate your hand.

- I knew I was going to win since we started playing.

- You really are like your mother.


The little girl smiled. In that moment, the front door opened, and a blonde woman entered in the house.


- Mama! - yelled the little girl while running to the woman.

- Hello sweetie! - said the woman, taking the girl in her arms -. What are you doing here, Natsu?

- Larcade asked me to watch over May - answered Natsu -. He needed to go to a mission.

- Do you know something about Zeref?

- No, nothing. Sorry, Mavis.


May’s face changed when she listened the name “Zeref”. She was mad.


- She’s still mad for what happened a month ago? - asked Natsu.

- She really wanted that fairy doll, and Zeref promised it to her, but…

- I know. I was helping Zeref to find it for a week.

- He’s been missing since that.

- I should go. Lucy will yell at me if I’m late to lunch today.

- Tell me if you know something about Zeref.

- I will.

- Bye, dragon! - yelled May.

-  Bye princess.


Natsu left the house, leaving mother and daughter alone.


- You can’t be mad at your father forever, May.

- He said a Dragneel never breaks it’s promises. He did. I won’t forgive him.


Mavis hugged his daughter. She knew very well how much May wanted that doll.


Later that evening, the door opened slowly. A black haired man entered in the house, trying to not be discovered.


- Zeref Dragneel! - yelled Mavis, seeing the man -. Where have you been this month!?

- It’s long to explain, but short to demonstrate.


Zeref went where May was and put a fairy doll in front of her. She was still mad at him, and didn’t want to look at him, but she looked at the doll.


- That’s not the one I wanted - said May.

- I know. You wanted the black haired doll, not the blonde. But I couldn’t find it anywhere.

- I don’t want that one.

- I have a compensation for that. Can you look at me for a second?


May looked at her father, with anger in her eyes. But her eyes sparkled when she saw what her father had in his hands.


- Now, tell me. Why do you need a fairy doll with black hair when you can be a fairy? - asked Zeref.

- I love you, daddy!


May jumped and hugged Zeref. Then, she took the fairy costume and ran upstairs.


- Well, two promises less - said Zeref.

- You didn’t promise her any fairy costume - said Mavis.

- I promised a fairy to you.

- May is not a fairy, even with a costume.

- Are you sure?


May ran downstairs, with the costume on. Mavis put her hands in her mouth and cried.


- How do I look, mama? - asked May.

- Like a real fairy - answered Mavis.

- I told you - said Zeref -. Our daughter is like a fairy.

- You don’t have anything to say, Zeref?

- Happy late birthday, May.

- Thank you, papa!

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come home // theo raeken

summary ; in which no one else seems to notice that y/n’s been struggling immensely since the demise of theo raeken, except liam. and so, liam can’t help but go against the rest of the pack to make you happy once more. [300317]

warnings ; death (kind of), sadness, angst, season 6a spoilers

word count ; 1.7k

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stay safe + ily🍃

You still remember how it happened, clear as day. 

You remember running as fast as you possibly could down those dark tunnels; you remember your shoes slapping against the damp ground loudly as panicked breaths left your lips and tears stung your waterline, threatening to fall. You remember catching up with the rest of your so-called ‘pack’ as they all stood in a circle, determined looks etched into their faces. 

You remember being too late. 

You remember hearing Kira’s cold words. “The Skinwalkers have a message for you, Theo. Your sister wants to see you.“ 

You remember watching her wield her katana as you rushed past the others and stopped short in front of the angered kitsune. "No! Kira, please!” You remember shouting, your voice laced with desperation as Theo glanced your way, his eyes filled with unmistakable panic and fear. 

“(Y/N)…” The whispered words escaped past his lips as he attempted to take a few steps toward you, the girl he loved, but came to a hesitant halt when Liam and Scott bared their teeth and growled at him from directly behind your shaking body. 

You remember Scott grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back as you begged your friends not to do what you knew they were about to. The feeling of complete dread filled you when they continued to ignore your screams, the heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to escape from the True Alpha’s grip. "Please! Don’t do this! Kira!“ You cried out, your heart pounding in your chest as alarm increasingly flared up inside of you. 

“It’s for the best, (Y/N),” Scott’s voice rang through your ears as he held your fighting body tightly against himself. 

“No! Please! I-I love him,” You rasped out, your cries dying down when you looked at your boyfriend. His wide eyes were glued to you, those three words had sprung the sudden feeling of regret for all he had done to put him in this final position onto him as it ran through his veins and he watched the tears fall from your beautiful eyes. If he hadn’t acted the way he did to the rest of the pack, he wouldn’t be about to lose you. But he couldn’t change that now, he reminded himself harshly.

You remember being too late. 

Kira’s sword had already come into contact with the ground by the time you finished your confession, a harsh glare in her glowing eyes. The wet, paved stones cracking and rumbling under your feet. You remember the floor caving in, Theo’s sister crawling her way up from under the rubble, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched her with wide, frozen eyes snatch his legs with her hands, yanking him to the cold, hard ground. 

“(Y/N)! Help me! Please!” His distraught voice echoed through your head and shook your body to the core. 

“Theo!” You remember the sobs that racked through your body and the way that your chest heaved heavily as you tried so hard to get past Scott’s hold on you, as you tried so hard to save the only person who’s ever really loved you. You remember hearing his pleas and watching as his grip on the edge of the ground slipped, and he fell into the epitome of his own hell.

“No!” You remember the scream that erupted from you, your vision blurred with tears and your chest tight with the pain and the loss. Scott let go of you and you immediately scrambled to the giant, gaping hole in the stone, gasping breaths leaving your parted lips hysterically.

You remember being too late. 

The ground swallowed him up just as quick and magically, it was whole again. No cracks, no rubble, no flaws. You remember feeling numb. Your wide eyes locked onto the ground as your knees gave way, leading you to land upon the cold concrete where the boy you loved had just been taken from you. 

– 

You had decided to split away from the pack when the sun rose the very next day. There was a hole, a darkness, a void, in your chest where something was missing, from where Theo was missing… That darkness hadn’t been picked up by light, not even months down the line. It hadn’t changed. 

You hadn’t spoken to anyone; you had barely left the house. You rarely ate, your once glowing skin, now a sickly pale. Your parents were incredibly worried; they knew about the supernatural and the fact that your boyfriend was a creature of the night. 

They knew that he had betrayed the pack a few times but they had regularly seen you and him cuddled close together in your room, his fingers softly running through your hair, your head gently rested on his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around your body as you both gazed at the tv, a comfortable silence filling the room; they knew that he would never hurt you. They knew how much Theo meant to you and vice versa.

Now, everything felt wrong. 

You were convinced that none of the pack had noticed your absence at school, even though your leave was extremely abrupt. They all assumed that you were grieving and that you would need time and space to heal and so they left you alone. 

Liam noticed more than anyone, however. Ever since he moved to Beacon Hills, there had been no one who was more welcoming and supportive of him than you and he would never forget that. You two had been good friends all throughout his time in that county and he hated not being able to see you but still knowing how heartbroken you were over the pack’s rash decisions.

So, he decided to do something about it. Getting in touch with the Celestial kitsune, Noshiko Yukimura, had been easy. But, convincing her to come back to Beacon Hills for the sole purpose of her delivering Kira’s katana to them had been slightly more difficult but doable after some pleads, nonetheless.

Back again, you thought begrudgingly. The underground tunnels seeming even darker and even damper than the last time you were here. The last time you were here.The last time you were here, you lost Theo. 

You folded your arms across your body, shivering as the cool breeze of the evening flowed throughout the maze of tunnels. All the bad memories resurfacing against your will as you stood opposite Liam and Hayden, in the exact area in which you saw your boyfriend get dragged down to his personal hell. 

“What are we doing here, Liam?” Your voice was small and quiet as you glanced around at your dank surroundings, tightening your grip on yourself as if you were attempting to comfort and shield yourself from the nightmares those tunnels bring.

Liam let out a steady huff of air, his eyes flickering to Hayden’s and then back to yours as he brought his hand out from behind his back. Your breath got caught in your throat and as you stared at the item he beheld. Kira’s sword. “W-what?” You stuttered out roughly, your heart hammering in your chest as you took a step closer to your friends. 

“Use it,” His demand was soft and kind as he reached his arm out towards you. You let out an inevitable breath of chilled air before reaching out with shaky hands, grasping the grip of the sword in your fingers.

You looked up at Liam with teary eyes before throwing your free arm around his torso and bringing him into a long overdue hug. His arms went around your shoulders and you muttered out a quiet and muffled but appreciative, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” You pulled away and gave a grateful nod of your head Hayden’s way as the two of you barely knew each other; she returned it with a small, happy, smile written on her lips.

You turned away from the two, sighing shakily as you readily positioned the sword above the ground. Not even hesitating once as you lifted the katana up before swinging it back down onto the concrete with as much strength as you could muster.

The ground did as it did before, cracking and crumbling, giving away to create the same wide and immense hole. The stone explodes as a clawed hand shoots up and into the air; a gasp tumbled from your lips as you watched Theo painfully slowly clamber his way out of the rubble and onto safe ground.

“T-Theo?” Your voice seemed to get lost in the cool wind when your glistening eyes connected with his vibrant and glowing, golden ones. Low growls emitted past his sharp canines until his eyes locked onto your frozen body, and his breath gets caught. The gold in his iris’ slowly fading out until the soft hazel colour that you fell in love with is restored. 

“(Y/N)…” He breathed out, his voice hoarse as he took a few steps towards you. Kira’s sword fell out of your grip and clattered onto the floor, the noise echoing and bouncing off the walls of the tunnels but you didn’t notice as your legs carry you as fast as they could back into his warm arms.

Tears that had been collecting on your waterline slowly made their trek down your rosy cheeks as his arms tightly wrap around your waist and his head settles in the crook of your neck. The sadness that had been sitting on your shoulders and weighing you down ever since he was taken away from you, dissipated into thin air and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief because of it. 

Then, you felt his tears on the skin of your slightly exposed collarbone and heard the almost inaudible sound of his sniffles, so you hugged him tighter and ran your fingers through his messy, dark hair. “I-I love you too,” You could only just make out his hushed and muffled words through your elated cries of happiness but your heart swelled when they ring through your ears, like music.


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Keith’s Stupid Mullet

This is dedicated to Grace, my love, @floofykeith, because she’s amazing and she deserves it

In which Keith gets to the bottom of why his boyfriend apparently hates his mullet so much.

“Just admit it!”

“No! Never!”

“Oh, c’mon–”

“If I did it would be a lie, Keith. And lying is bad. Didn’t Shiro teach you anything?”

“Hey!” Shiro squawked from across the room, looking up from his tablet. “Keep me out of your ridiculous arguments, Lance. And besides,” he turned back to the tablet with the air of a man who was just about to betray the trust of everyone who loves him, “we both know Keith never listens anyway.”

Keith gaped, affronted.

Lance crossed his arms, a smirk slipping onto his face.

Ignoring them, Shiro stood from the couch and left the lounge, his eyes never looking up from the tablet.

“Anyway,” Keith continued, putting his forehead to the palm of his hand, “that has nothing to do with the topic at hand.”

“Which is completely pointless, I may add.”

“Lance, can you please tell me why you can’t just leave my hair alone?”

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Save Me

Requested: No

Summary: You tag along with the Losers’ Club when they go to Pennywise’s home. Your boyfriend Stan doesn’t want you to but your stubbornness wins, he vows to protect you and keep you by his side. 

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader

A/N: I now accept requests for the 2017 IT Movie this includes the Losers’ Club and Pennywise. So if you have a request for Stan, Pennywise or anyone else go to my ask and request your imagine!

Originally posted by eddiesbadbreak

“I should’ve tied you up to a tree or something and not let you come in here with me it’s not safe at all.” Stan said.

You and Stan as well as the rest of your friends Bill, Bev, Ben, Richie, Mike, and Eddie were currently inside Pennywise’s “home.” The Neibolt House located where you all lived in Derry, Maine. Stan your boyfriend tried to convince you to not go in with him but since you were stubborn you didn’t listen.

Due to this Stan made sure to not let you wander off, he was not going to leave your side and he would make sure to not let anything bad happen to you. He was holding your hand at the moment. The Losers’ decided to split up into pairs so it wouldn’t be easy for IT to attack and kill you all. 

“Please you know that wouldn’t have worked I was going to come in here with or without you.” You told Stan. 

“Yeah and that’s why I decided to bring you at the end. I’d rather have you come in here with all of us instead of having you come in here by yourself.” Stan said.

“Well I’m totally safe right now. I have my knight in shining armour protecting me.” You smiled as you played with one of Stan’s curls.

“You’re right, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Stan said as he gave your hand a light squeeze. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Stanley Boy.” A voice dragged out.

You and Stan instantly knew who IT was, Pennywise. Stan held onto you tighter and so did you.

“You’re not getting her that easily Pennywise, over my dead body.” Stan said confidently.

“That can be arranged.” The clown said as he laughed evilly. 

“No no no don’t do anything to him!” You exclaimed as you looked around trying to find Pennywise

“You’ll have to come with me then princess, if you don’t want anything to happen to your Stanley Boy.” You looked at Stan and he shook his head saying no.

“Time’s up I’ll just assume that you chose that option.” Pennywise stated.

Suddenly he appeared in front of you and Stan.

“Run!” You exclaimed. 

You both took off running but in a matter of seconds you felt Pennywise grab your legs making you fall on the floor. 

“No!” You screamed as he dragged you away.

Stan ran after you while you tried to grab onto something so that Pennywise couldn’t take you. 

“Y/N! Let her go you clown!” Stan exclaimed. 

Thankfully Pennywise turned a corner so when he did you grabbed onto the doorframe and held onto dear life. Stan caught up with you and grabbed both of your hands.

“I’ve got you Y/N I won’t let you go beautiful.” Stan reassured.

“You have to Stan or else he’ll take both of us. Let him take me so you can go get help from the gang then you all can rescue me.” You said.

“No I’m not going to leave you alone with that monster.” Stan retorted.

Pennywise stopped trying to drag you and instead stood up behind you and brought you onto your feet. His left arm was over your chest preventing you from trying to escape while his right arm was stroking your long h/c hair. 

“No need for name calling I promise you she’ll be treated like a queen.” Pennywise said as he whispered the last part in your ear making you shiver and causing Stan to become angry.

“It’s okay Stan everything will be alright.” You said sadly.

“No no I could never forgive myself if I let something bad happen to you.” Stan said as he held your hands.

“Babe don’t worry we’ll see eachother again trust me.” You smiled slightly.

“I trust you but I don’t trust him.” Stan stroked your cheek gently and glared at Pennywise.

“Oh Stanley Boy you have some severe trust issues I already told you she’ll be treated like royalty.” Pennywise sneered.

“Just let him take me don’t make this any harder Stan we’ll see eachother again, you and the rest of the gang will save me.” You said as you wiped one of Stan’s tears away.

“I will find you Y/N we’ll save you.” Stan stated all you could do is nod.

“Time to say goodbye.” Pennywise said.

Pennywise suddenly zoomed backwards going into a dark room taking you with him.

“I love you Y/N!” Stan shouted. 

“I love you more!” You cried out.

The door to the closet closed and Stan ran to open it but nothing was there. It was like Pennywise didn’t even go into that room with you. Due to his abilities Pennywise teleported to a room and threw you to the floor. You were both now in the attic but Stan didn’t know.

“He will come rescue me as well as the rest of the group you’ll see.” You told Pennywise. 

“We’ll have to see about that hopefully they get here in time before you die.” Pennywise said sinisterly. 

All you could do was pray and hope that the gang would find you in time or else you would never live to see Stan again and be with him for the rest of your life. 

The Hottie Next Door Part Three

Characters : Chris Evans x Reader

Summary : Chris moves in next door. Only thing is, he isn’t alone. *based off my out of bounds series*

Warning : Language and VERY LIGHT smut
Word Count : 1.9K
A/N : So I was just only going to post on my wattled but some of you don’t have it, so for now, until September, I will post on both here and my wattpad. Enjoy! 

Tagging : @imaginesofdreams @deansimpalaqueen@chrisevansisdaddy04​ @almundbuttercup @sailorchibimoonunicorn​ @mybucky-yourbucky​ @theresnotenoughwords@hollycornish

Part One - Part Two 

The breeze fell still, and everything seemed so quiet.

Or so it seemed.

Your fingers were deep in Chris’ hair as your lips molded against his. You were both so caught up in each other, taking every second in. Until the sound of a dog barking caught your attention, breaking the kiss.

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Still Beautiful. (Pack/Scott McCall Imagine)

Request: Hey can you do a teen wolf imagine where the reader is Derek’s little sister and is covered in burn scars from the fire so she is really self conscious about her body, but the pack tries to make her feel better about herself. -thanks!

Okay, I’m sorry I’m incredibly inactive when it comes to actually writing and posting things. It’s really hard to this when you have school and finals. But now that I’m on Winter Holiday, I think we’re good…

Another note, I felt as if this would be really cute as a Scott McCall imagine and seeing as I haven’t written anything for Scott, I went ahead and made it a Scott McCall imagine as well. I hope you don’t mind that I did so.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! But bear with me. :)

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by 1-800-boys

Scott has only seen your body once. It was the night of a full moon and Derek called him in a panic as he realized you, being a young, evolved wolf, had shifted and ran off into the forest. After Scott roared at you, you shifted back into your naked human form that had burn scars and marks all over your body. But even though you saw yourself as a complete monster, fangs and scars and all, Scott assured you that he saw nothing short of beauty.

But Scott’s constant compliments and Derek’s support never stopped your wavering confidence. Although most days you’ve come to terms that you will never heal nor share the same physique as your sister Cora, some days you never felt at home in your own body. And today was one of those days. 

The pack decided to go to the beach, of all places. And although Scott urged them to choose a new location, in fear that the venue would upset you, you encouraged their plans. He drove Stiles’s jeep, with Stiles as passenger, and you and Lydia in the back. Lydia was sporting a summer dress with her swim suit underneath while you wore Scott’s baggy sweater and some cut offs that showed off the only part of your body that hadn’t been burned by the fire.

Scott glanced at you in worry, getting a whiff of your anxious chemo signals, but you gave him a reassuring smile. The others had been looking forward for today and you certainly didn’t plan to be the kill joy. 

As the pack unloaded, you offered to stay back to watch their things. Only Malia, Lydia, and Scott found this odd but the two girls rushed off into the cool ocean waters, thinking that it was just girly problems. But Scott knew. 

“You okay?” He asked, sitting down next to you. You nodded. “I’ll stay with you.”

“Go, have fun with the others. I’m fine.” You assured your boyfriend. And although he knew better, Scott nodded and discarded his shirt before giving you a peck on the lips and running into the waters. 

As time went on and as the beach got more and more packed, you couldn’t help but feel out of place in Scott’s sweater as you watched other girls show off their blemish free bikini-ready bodies. A group of teenage boys parked themselves next to the pack’s belongings, you sat on a beach towel and they snickered as they whispered. You being a werewolf, heard every single word and “prude” had been their popular phrase. And their comments never stopped. You closed your eyes in fear that tears would fall from your eyes.

You didn’t realize that the pack had soon surrounded you, taking a break from their fun. Scott nudged you. “What’s wrong babe?” He whispered. You shook your head, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. 

“Aw… She’s crying. Bet you he broke up with that prude for the hot girl with the red hair.” A boy joked loudly to his friends, causing the group to laugh. Malia growled, hearing his comment. 

“Hey, leave her alone.” Liam snapped. 

“She can’t fend for herself?” A boy laughed. You took a deep breath, feeling your canines expanding. Scott grabbed onto your forearm and rubbed it soothingly. But you snapped your hand away and got up. “She doesn’t even let him touch her. She is a prude.” You heard Stiles’s voice arguing for your defense but you were too busy listening to the ocean, in an attempt to block out the voices, to pay attention. 

Scott had grabbed onto your waist and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. “I love you, you know.” He whispered. You nodded. “Those guys are asses. You’re beautiful.” You turned and smiled at him, giving him a peck on the lips. 

“I don’t care what they think.” You whispered back, more to convince yourself than him. “You are the most truthful person I know, Scott. You wouldn’t lie.” 

“No I won’t.” Scott said, pecking your lips once more. 

“Well I want to show you something.” You smiled, feeling a rush of confidence you never felt before. Scott gave you a confused look as you bolted for the water, his sweater flying through the air. 

Scott ran after you and splashed into water. You greeted him with a long, passionate kiss as he took in what was in front of him. You wore a black bikini, that showed off your werewolf physique and although you were self conscious about the scars that detailed your every curve, you knew that Scott found you beautiful and in his gaze you felt beautiful. 

“Woah, there’s that boy with a hot chick.” You both heard the familiar voice of that boy from earlier. 

“That’s the same girl you idiots called a prude.” Lydia smirked as Scott pulled you into another kiss. 

“Scars or no scars, (Y/N). You’re Still Beautiful to me.” Scott told you, lovingly. 

Neverland- Harry x Reader

Originally posted by seaside-stars

A/N Hiya this is my second imagine and for some odd reason my first one got deleted ): but I hope you guys enjoy this little idea I had before I go to bed (:

Summary:You have flashbacks of your first love Harry Hook who is on the Isle. You and Harry met and fell in love at first sight while rescuing Ben but sadly Harry did not return to you.  (x) (Here’s the song that inspired this story) I will italicize the flashbacks as well as bold the lyrics. Neverland Pt.2


Whenever I was frightened
Or if I ever felt alone
I turned to the night sky
And a star I call my own

You sighed as you looked at your clock beside your bed. 2:30am and you still could not sleep for the life of you. It had been 3 days since the King was captured and brought back home safely, but what happened down there in the Isle still ache your heart. You quietly got up from your bed hoping not to wake Evie and Mal up in the process of doing so. You grab a near by hoodie and some tennis shoes as you quietly snuck outta your dorm into the halls up to the roof. 

“Let go of me! Please I’ll give you money whatever you want just stop this!” you struggled as you tried to escape your grip from the rather handsome pirate attempting to kidnap you. “Don’t make me nip ya like I did to the king now love” his Scottish acent filling your ear making shiver “Your a pretty one aren’t ya maybe if I’m nice enough I’ll let ya spend the night with me”. Lets just say suggesting that you’d look for King Ben on your own was a bad idea especially since you had no idea how the Isle worked. Evie Mal Carlos and Jay tried to warn you not to run off but Ben was your best friend and you couldn’t let him face Mal’s rejection alone, so you followed him. 

You made your way to the roof and sat on the top. You brought you legs up to your chest and huffed. You looked up at the stars remembering exactly how the events took place. “No matter where you are no matter where I am we are under the same stars Harry” you whispered “I will never forget you” 


 We can sail away tonight
On a sea of pure moonlight
We can navigate the stars
Bring us back home

You were tied to a pole with King Ben across from you. You could see the pirate teasing him as his Captain Uma told him to leave them alone for a while. You didn't notice that Harry Hook was now walking towards you with a devilish smirk on his face. “Looks who’s awake” he laughed slightly running his metal hook along your hair “thought you’d never wake up love.” “Please let me go” you  begged not mattering if you looked weak but you were frighten to the core. “No can do dear your stuck with me for a while now” he smirked. “Harry I know there is some good in you please.” Harry stopped right in front of your face and huffed an amusing chuckle. “Listen here love. The way the Isle works is there is no such thing as lover or caring” he paused and looked you dead cold in the eye “you have no idea what hell we go through while you Bordon kids eat from a silver spoon……us Villain kids don’t know what love is.” 

“Wake up Y/N we’re going to be late for class” yelled Evie brushing her beautiful blue hair. You groaned in response but did as you were told. Getting up as you lazily got dressed Mal notice your eyes were red from the lack of sleep you got last night. “You snuck out on to the roof top didn’t you?” You started at Mal as she asked you that question all you could do was nod not finding any words to speak. “I know you miss him Y/N but you have to understand that we couldn’t bring him to Auradon it was way to risky and dangerous.” You shook your head at Mal not wanting to cause a scene in front of Evie as you grabbed your backpack and walked towards the door. You stopped and turned around facing Mal and Evie “Yes Harry might have been a dangerous guy but what happened on the Isle was real and everyone can tell me to forget about him but I can’t” you  let a single tear drop fall “ he was my pure moonlight and I saw the good in him just how Ben and Doug saw the good in you two.” With that you walked out the door taking deep breaths holding in your tears.


 
All that you hope for
You hope for today
Is the love someone gives you
In an unconditional way

You were in class now sitting next to your best friend Ben as you doddle in your notebook. These passed 4 days now have been filled with you not really speaking to any of your friends. All you ever heard from them was ‘Harry is not good.’ or ‘Harry can never learn to love.’ You know deep down inside you touched a soft part in him no one else did and he touched a soft part in you too. “Y/N” Ben looked up at you “I’m really sorry about Harry if there is a way I can make this right please let me help.” Ben’s faced was complete crushed. He hated seeing you like this. You shook your head lightly “No Ben it’s fine” you faked a smile “I’m fine” With that you got up from your chair and made your way to a new seat behind the class before it began. 

“Just give me an hour Hook to prove you wrong and if I don’t then you can tie me back up and I won’t budge I promise.” you stared down at Harry as he smirked “I never pass up a deal lass.” With that response he united you. You had no idea how you were gonna show this pirate what love felt like or what it was. You have only known him for not even a full day but you intended to try. “Any smart moves love and I will not hesitate in hooking you Y/N. Trust me it’ll pain me to hook someone I actually like.” You slightly blush at his comment. He grabbed your hands and walked you off the boat. He sat both of you down by the shore just a few feet away from the boat. ‘Let the game begin’ you thought.

It took a lot for Harry to finally trust you enough for him to open up about his past. After a while of finally trusting one another, hearing about Harry’s story made you feel sympathy for him. His mother passed away right before he turned 1 due to the mold growing on the ship, and his father expect way too much from him at such a young age. He never experienced loved as a kid which is why he is so cold hearted. There was a moment of silence between you two after Harry was explaining the way he wanted his dad to love and be proud of him and how he really wish his mom was still alive until you heard Harry’s low sobs. This shocked you because you were just a stranger to Harry a few minutes ago maybe he just needed someone to ask him once in a while how he felt. You didn’t think twice as you wrapped your arms around him. Harry burried his face in your neck and cried as you held him you brought his face close to yours. You didn’t realize how blue his eyes were or the features on his face like his jawline or his brown hair popping outta his hat. You wiped his tears and you swore time stopped between you both. You did the impossible next as you leaned in and locked lips with the pirate. For the first time Harry Hook can finally say he had a taste of what love was that night. 


In a place so far away
We’ll be young that’s how we’ll stay

“Harry if you let me and Ben go please I promise I’ll get you outta the Isle please we have to go home you can come with me.” you started into his blue eyes and he tied you up to the pole once again. “Listen Y/N I want to help you but Uma’s my captain and I can’t betray her like that.” “What if we make a deal Harry please I want to teach more about yourself. You are stronger then you think you are. You can be good and we can be something please.” Harry smiled at you lightly and he kissed your forehead and walked off to his pirate crew. 

Once the sword fighting was over and it was pretty clear Mal and the gang have won and rescued not only you but King Ben. Before you can make a run to the limo you turned and bolted towards Harry pulling him into a quick but passionate kiss and whispered “Harry I swear I’ll come back for you.” 


 And with your hand in my hand
I am closer now
To finding Neverland

“What do you mean you can’t bring Harry Hook to Auradon whatever happened to giving people a second chance Ben!” you raged at not only Ben but at your 4 friends who were against you. For Ben’s rescue he had granted everyone a favor even you but when you asked him your one wish he denied it along side your friends. “Yea Y/N this is crazy maybe he spelled you” Mal spoke with her arms crossed. “No he didn’t I love him and I’m sure he loves me too please Ben just help me I have to get him outta there. I made him a promise.” your breathing went slow as you stared at your friends tears falling from your face “guys please help me” But no one stood up they all turned away “I’m sorry Y/N but the answer is no.” 

You were currently in your room doing some homework. Nowadays that was the only thing that ever got you outta your thoughts. Mal and Evie walked in the dorm with a sly smile on their face as they walked over and sat next to you. “Y/N we’re both really sorry for pushing you. We didn’t know Harry mean’t so much to you and we can speak for everyone that we all would like to apologize and if you can come with us we would like to show you something.” Mal smiled as you hugged both her and Evie “You guys are forgiven but I don’t think there is anything you can do to make me feel better.” you answered honestly. “We can always try come one” Evie pulled you to your feet and led you down the hall to King Ben’s office. “Go ahead Y/N, Ben and all of us got you something” Mal held your hand and you let out a breath as you opened the doors. Your eyes couldn’t believe what you saw. 

“Harry..” 

“I missed you love” 



A/N okay i kinda had this idea while this song was playing and I know my writing isn’t the best but we all gotta start somewhere so I truly hope you enjoy (:

Two Nights Stand Part 4

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1617

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned. This chapther has talking about cheating.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Credits to the gifs owners

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

“Do you want to play 20 questions?” He laughs while stealing your m&m’s. “How old are we? Sixteen?” He says playful, taking a sip of his beer “Come on, Bucky. We are stuck in here and we have nothing else to do. Is there any better way to get to know each other?”

“Fine, but I go first, princess. What do you do for a living?” You look at him, you didn’t know that he would ask serious questions. You were imagining he would ask fun ones, definitely related to sex ones.

 “I work for a law firm, it’s a really boring job but it pays the bills.” You answer smiling at him before you can make your own question he asks you again.  “And what would you like to do for living? You look like someone who would like to be a writer or a doctor.”

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43. Summer of ‘85 (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary:  Who knew getting a haircut would (finally) get the attention of your best friend?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 610

Warnings: None. Just pure sweet Steve Harrington fluff. 13+.

Originally posted by nwetss

Summer of ‘85

“There,” you say, snipping off the last of your long locks. Looking into the bathroom mirror, you turn your head from side to side to check if the cut is even. “God, it’s hot,” you think.  It’s June of ’85 and Hawkins seemed to be having another heat wave.

You’ve been at the Hendersons every day of the past week helping redecorate their home. You’re in charge of retiling the kitchen with Claudia, Dustin’s Mom, while Steve had deck duty with Dustin. There were other ways you could’ve spent this summer, but you couldn’t say no when Steve asked for your help. Besides, how could you reject him? You’ve been crushing on your best friend for ages, and any extra time with him was something you were down for.

But the home project was turning out longer than you expected. Claudia kept changing her mind about the tile patterns, and the heat wasn’t helping at all. So today you felt like taking control of at least one thing: your hair that was beginning to annoyingly stick to your skin because of the summer heat.

The cut turned out shorter than you had anticipated. But once the air had hit your nape, you knew you had to keep cutting. Now here you were with a pixie cut, long waves no more.

“Wow,” you hear a voice say from behind you. You look into the mirror and see Steve’s reflection. His eyes travel from your short hair down your elongated neck. You blush as you feel his gaze on you.

“Who knew what was hiding under all that hair?,” he grins, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame.

You roll your eyes, ignoring his teasing but secretly pleased with the attention.

“Yo Steve, we need help with th–,” Dustin calls from outside, his voice suddenly trailing off. You look in the mirror and see Dustin’s reflection, his eyes wide open, as if he was seeing you for the first time.  

“What happened to all your hair?!,” Dustin asks, shocked. You look away from them, suddenly feeling conscious.

“Does it look bad? I mean, I’ve never had short hair before,” you shrug, slowly beginning to regret your impulsive decision to go short.

Steve chuckles and playfully shoves Dustin away. “Real smooth. C'mon, let’s leave her alone to finish up.”  

You frown and turn back to the mirror, checking for any stray strands. In the mirror’s reflection, you see Steve walking up to you. “Don’t mind that little twerp,” he grins, shaking his head.

He stops right behind you and brings his lips close to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck. “You look beautiful,” Steve says softly.

You catch each other’s eyes in the mirror, then hold each other’s gaze for a short while. Then Steve turns you around to face him. He tips your chin up,  gently tilts your head to the left, then to the right. A slow smile breaks across his face and you feel your knees weaken.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers. You do. You hear a slight shuffle, then a snip of the scissors.  

“All done,” he says, nudging you to open your eyes. You see him holding up a few stray strands. He places the scissors on the table, then caresses your cheeks and the sides of your neck with both his hands.

Was it possible that Steve felt the same way about you too?, you wonder, as Steve closes the distances between you two. When you feel his lips graze your neck, you get your answer. Grinning to yourself, you can’t help but think why you didn’t cut your hair sooner.



For more Steve Harrington fanfic, also read “Just A Little Bit More“.

Dallas Winston relationship headcannons

-was legit super confident asking you out
-he’s a confident greaser kid with no fucks given I promise he was cocky as fuck
-loves to leave hickies in really visible spots
-never lets you walk around Tulsa alone (especially at night)
-steals presents for you
-gives you his leather jacket
-will grope you
-Dallas Winston always gets what he wants and he wants to hold your hand, waist, shoulders
-not easily jealous bc he knows he’s awesome, but around someone like Tim; he’ll legit eat your face to prevent you from even looking in his direction.
-sneaking out at night
-your parent/guardian has probably seen him sneaking out of your window
-cuddling in his room at bucks when it rains.
-playing with his hair
-going to the drive in (you snuck in tbh)
-honestly you guys would fight a lot but not about real big stuff unless you pulled some dumbass shit or he did.
-honestly he acts tuff but would hate to see you cry
-he’s a little fucking baby and is clingy as fuck
-wants your attention honestly 24/7
-kisses, hugs, everything
-can’t focus on one thing with you like reading so he’d probably give up and whine or just stare at you for a while
-you are probably like Johnny’s best friend
-he honestly probably had a small crush on you because he looks up to dallas so much but would never cause drama
-you and dally smacking eachothers butts
-he would tease you with his height
-“give me my fucking book dally.”
-“look doll you’re atleast halfway there!”
-always picking you up or throwing you over his shoulder
-defends you with a passion
-“doll” “babe”
-bailing him out of jail
-causing trouble with him
-being the most badass couple
-getting drunk or smoking together
-never cheating on eachother like Sylvia did
-being the first to say I love you
-“love you dal.”
-“I know.”
-knowing he still loves you but won’t say it
-dal being a pretty good boyfriend and trying to clean up even if it’s just a bit bc he wants you to last.