he said see ya later boi

Feel free to fight me on this, but 20 bucks says the next time someone roughs Neil up on the court, the first person to knock that son of a bitch out is gonna be ya boi Matt Boyd, Neil Josten Protection Squad Chairman and President.

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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Double Take | Part 2 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: After Peter realizes that he likes the reader, Ned tells him that the only way for him to start acting normal around her again is for him to tell her. This is proven to be difficult because Peter being, well Peter, is unable to muster up the courage to do so. Instead, the reader’s friendly neighborhood Spiderman pays her a visit.

Author’s Note: So I was lying earlier when I said that part 2 would be the last part. I’m notoriously bad at wrapping up stories though so this shouldn’t be surprising to me really. Anyways I’d like to give a special thanks to @lunastarwatcher​ for bouncing ideas with me and as always I hope you enjoy this fic.

Word Count: 2263

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“So (Y/N),” Ned drawled out as he sat down across from his friends at their lunch table. “Peter tells me that there’s a boy you’re trying to impress.”

(Y/N) put her water bottle down and looked at Peter, who was sitting to the right of Ned. “And you wonder why I refused to tell you his name,” she said with a smug smile.

“That among other reasons,” Michelle mumbled under her breath, but not quiet enough that (Y/N) couldn’t hear her.

“Michelle,” (Y/N) said in a warning tone.

She waved her hand dismissively. “Yea, Yea, I’m not going to say anything.”

Peter looked at Michelle with a raised eyebrow “Wait, you know who he is?” She nodded absentmindedly, turning the page of her book. “You told her and not me?” Peter asked (Y/N) shocked.

(Y/N) snorted. “Are you really surprised Pete? I already told you that you can’t keep a secret so…”

“I too can keep a secret,” Peter retorted in a small voice, not looking (Y/N) in the eye.

Ned raised his hand and patted Peter on the back. “I can vouch for him (Nickname). He can keep secrets. You’d be surprised.”

Peter sat up straight and looked over at Ned with a smile. “That’s literally exactly what I said,” he said, raising his hand enthusiastically for a high-five.

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Who Is Petra?- Peter Parker One Shot

*This imagine was lost and has been reposted*

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) X Reader

Prompt: You lie to your father, Tony Stark, about Peter Parker being your boyfriend. Tony goes to the Parker apartment to recruit Peter & he figures out about your secret relationship.

Word Count: 1380

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“Bye dad.” You called to your father, the Tony Stark, as you headed out the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, stopping you in your path.

“I’m going to study with my friend.”

“Which one?” He questioned, crossing his arms in a protective manner.

“Petra.” You lied. In reality, you were going to spend time with your boyfriend of five months, Peter, and you really didn’t have a friend named Petra.

“Be back in time for dinner.” Tony stated, allowing you to leave. Your father had always been protective over you. He never liked you having male friends, outside of the Avengers. He also never liked you leaving the facility if it wasn’t strictly school related. If he knew that you were really spending time with your boyfriend, he would probably explode.

You arrived at the library, where you and Peter had decided to meet up since it was in between your two homes. You immediately spotted him at a table with his back facing you as he hunched over the book he was reading. You snuck behind him and put your hands over his eyes. He jumped and his hands went to yours.

“Guess who?” You asked. He laughed and you removed your hands. Peter turned to face you.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He smiled as you leaned down to greet him with a kiss.

“Are we really going to study here? Or are we going back to your place to watch a movie?” You replied.

“We can head back.” He shrugged, closing the book in front of him. He slipped it into his backpack before taking your hand in his. You two made your way back to his apartment.

“Look at that car. An Audi R8? Whoa!” Peter exclaimed, looking at the car parked out front of his apartment building. You saw the license plate and froze. That was definitely one of your dad’s Audis. Peter didn’t know Tony was your dad and your dad didn’t know Peter was your boyfriend. The question was where was your dad. Was he in Peter’s apartment? Did he find out about you two? Was he in the diner down the street? Was he visiting someone else who lived nearby?

“You know, I’m suddenly not feeling well. I think I’m just going to head home.” You said.

“What? Why?” Peter asked, looking at you as if you were crazy.

“I feel a migraine coming on.” You elaborated.

“Come inside. Aunt May has medicine for that stuff. She gets them a lot.” He took your hand and brought you inside. He opened his apartment door and went straight for the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. You stopped, seeing the back of your dad’s head.

“May, did you see that car out front? Oh, here it is, sweethe-” Peter was cut off by Aunt May clearing her throat. He looked at her and then registered that Tony was in the room.

“Oh, hello, Y/N. I didn’t see you there.” Aunt May smiled at you and you held back the urge to run away as Tony turned around to look at you.

“Y/N?” Tony asked in disbelief. You could hear the hint of anger that was forming, “What are you doing here? I thought you were with-” He cut himself off as he realized the name you gave him was the feminine version of Peter.

“How do you two know each other?” Peter asked, handing you the pill and a glass of water. He then casually put his arm around your waist, and you decided not to move out of his grip.

“Peter, Aunt May, meet my father.” You sighed. Peter retracted his arm from around you as you dad glared at him.

“Your father is Tony Stark?” Your boyfriend asked and you nodded. You noticed how abnormally quiet your father was.

“Dad, what are you doing here exactly?” You questioned.

“Oh right. Peter here applied for my grant and I’ve decided to give it to him. Can we speak in private?” Tony asked him. Peter looked at you, before looking at your dad and hesitantly nodding. You followed Peter and Tony to your boyfriend’s room because you were sure as hell not letting your dad be alone with him.

“Y/N, go wait outside.” Tony told you.

“No. If I do, Peter will probably die.” You said.

“I wouldn’t kill him in such a public place.” Tony answered and Peter gulped. Your dad looked over at your boyfriend before looking at you. As he asked the question, he laughed a little, “This is Petra?”

“What?” Peter replied in confusion.

“I’ll tell you later. Dad, why are you really here? I know Peter didn’t apply for that grant.” You asked.

“Parker, does she know yet?” Tong asked raising his eyebrows at the teenage boy.

“No.” Peter said, “Maybe you should wait outside, Y/N.”

“Know about what? You two literally just met and you are already keeping a secret from me?” You asked in confusion.

“Y/N, I’m Spiderman.” Peter whispered to you. You stared at him in disbelief.

“Ah-ha!” Tony said, opening the attic in the ceiling to show a red and blue suit that resembles Spiderman’s.

“Peter! Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked, slapping his arm.

“I didn’t want to put you in danger.” Peter replied.

“I already got that since my dad literally wants to entire world to know he’s Iron Man.” You said, making your dad scoff.

“That is not true and you know it.” Tony stated, “Do you have a passport, Parker?”

“No, I don’t even have a driver’s license.” He answered.

“Dad! No! Peter is not going.” You said, stepping in between the two. Your hand went behind you and rested on Peter’s wrist.

“Going where?” He asked.

“Do you want to go to Germany, kid? The Avengers are having a misunderstanding and I need a team to help stop the rogue ones.” Tony briefly explained the situation.

“Steve isn’t rogue.” You argued.

“What do you say, Spiderling?”

“It’s Spiderman.” Peter corrected. You turned to face your boyfriend.

“Peter, don’t do this. You could get seriously hurt.” You begged and he seemed to be torn.

“I use my powers to help people, Y/N. If Mr. Stark needs my help, then I should help.” He said.

“Dad, if Peter goes, then I go.” You stated.

“What?” Both men exclaimed.

“No, you’re not allowed to-”

“Dad, you made me an Iron Man suit. I’ll be safe. Plus, Natasha has been my instructor.” You tried to reason, “Peter hasn’t had that sort of training and we can’t just throw him into this.”

“I do have super strength though.” Peter said.

“Fine, you can both go.” Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Thank you, dad!” You smiled, hugging him. It made you feel better knowing Peter wouldn’t be alone out there in Germany.

“Come on, Y/N. We’re in charge of dinner tonight.” Tony said, putting an arm around your shoulders to pull you out of the room.

“Dad.” You whined, ducking out of his arm, “Go get the car started. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.” Tony glared at Peter from across the room. Tony left the apartment, leaving you and Peter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his on your waist.

“I’m sorry you had to meet him like that. That’s why I tried to leave with the migraine.” You explained.

“It’s fine. He didn’t kill me. I’m sorry you had to find out that way.” He said, referring to his secret identity.

“It’s not unusual anymore.” You replied.

“What was the whole Petra thing?”

“Oh that.” You laughed lightly, “Well my dad is very disapproving of me spending time with boys, so I told him I was spending time with my friend, Petra. It was the first thing that popped in my head.”

“Really? So I’m Petra now?” Peter chuckled, “I prefer Peter.”

“Me too.” You said, as he leaned down to give you a kiss. “I have to get going.” you mumbled against his lips.

“Just one more minute.” He replied, kissing you fully. After a moment or two, he let you go, “See you later.”

“See ya.” You smiled, leaving the apartment.

RFA HEADCANONS: Your First Fight~

I DELETED THE ANONYMOUS PERSONA QUESTION ON ACCIDENT I HATE MY LI- okay. Ima just paste what I have.

(Aha! Yes, thank you for the request. I haven’t done this yet, simply because I’m still new on tumblr :) there isn’t much I have done, really.

So, thank you again! Means so much to me <3 hope you like it.)

(OKAY SO I FINISHED THIS AND I REALIZED; CRAP IVE NEVER DONE A FIGHT THING LIKE THIS?? Plus I got tired. T_T Lmao, I’m sorry. These are kinda bad.)

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Yoosung:

While he was playing LOLOL, you decided you would get a head start on your homework.

Well, you haven’t really been paying attention to the lessons.

You knew nothing.

You probably sat there in silence for a good hour or so, before you just lost it.

Getting frustrated, you slammed your book shut, sliding it on the floor.

This gained Yoosung’s attention, so he quickly rushed over to you.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

“I CANT DO THIS SHIT.”

He’d get really scared because oh my god? You were screaming at him? What is he supposed to do?

“Oh..! Uhm..I can help you!”

“YOU CANT EVEN KEEP UP WITH YOUR OWN DAMN HOMEWORK, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.”

This..ohh, this was harsh.

You were too caught up in the moment to realize what you had said.

He started to tear up, but he tried brushing it off, just wanting to help you.

Still, he’d try to raise his voice..but just can’t??

“I didn’t know you felt that way, (Y/N).”

You looked over and saw the tears, and fELT SO GUILTY, P R O T E C T H I M.

“Wait..Yoosung, no..”

He’d probably try smiling, reassuring you that it was okay.

He legit picks you up, place you on the bed, and will just hold you in his arms for a while.

Then, once you’ve calmed down completely, he will actually help you with your homework.

~~

707:

Seven hadn’t spoken a single word to you all day. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but still, you tried to get him to speak.

He was trying hard to ignore you at this point, wanting to talk to you..but, he just didn’t want to continue getting close. He was scared of hurting you, really.

He would get up from his chair, going over to grab another bag of honey Buddha.

This is when you’d make your move.

You’d go up, and slap his ass playfully, just trying to get him to laugh, or make a remark..or something.

But he actually pretends to get all mad?

“Stop acting like a child, (Y/N).”

You’d feel a little hurt at this, because normally he was fine with it? So???

You’d raise your voice.

“Child? Luciel. You have been ignoring me ALL THE DAMN DAY? AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME THE CHILD?”

At this point, you would start tearing up a little bit.

He was fine with the yelling. He wanted you to get mad. He wanted you to realize that he was a terrible person, and that he didn’t deserve you.

But when you start crying?

His heart breaks.

He instantly regrets trying to ignore you, realizing that maybe it would be fine if the two of you were together.

He goes up, giving you a big hug.

“God.. (Y/N)..I’m sorry. It’s just..been a rough day, that’s all. I love you.”

“..I love you, too, Seven.”

~~

Zen:

The two of you were going on a date tonight.

Of course, it was really starting to dwell on you…that he is perfect. He’s handsome, and talented..and you’re just over here looking like a classy potato?

“(Y/N)! YOU’VE BEEN UP THERE FOR AN HOUR. ARE YOU COMING?”

He literally comes up there, just to see what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time.

You’re in there, trying to look perfect, but to you..it just wasn’t working out.

“(Y/N). You look beautiful as always, come on. It’s just another date.”

“Just another date?! What do you mean just another date?”

He’d widen his eyes, like ‘o shit, no.’

“(Y/N). You know that isn’t what I meant..”

“Then what did you mean, Zen? What is it? Dammit, can’t you just see I’m trying be worthy of you?! And you don’t even care?”

At this point, he gets pretty mad at what you’re saying.

To him, you are perfect? So?? The hell?

“Stop acting like that, (Y/N). You know damn well you’re worthy of me. If anything, we are deserving of each other. You. Are. Perfect. I will never get tired of you. I. Love. You. Can’t you wrap your cute mind around that fact?!”

Of course, he called you cute while trying to win.

And it worked.

You couldn’t stay mad much longer. In fact, you were never mad at him to begin with.

You say your apologies, and go on your date~

~~

Jaehee:

She never came home.

After a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend..but where she at, tho??

You were frustrated enough, and knowing that she was just over working herself again was enough to make it worse.

So, you had to drive all the way to her work place.

SHE IS SO TIRED, YOU CAN JUST SEE IT ALL OVER HER FACE?

“Jaehee. You never even called to tell me you were going to be late! I’m worried about you. Come home..you can fi-”

“(Y/N). I am busy. Leave me alone, please.”

MCSCUSE ME? (Reference. Ha.)

“What? Jaehee. I can tell yo-”

“I said leave me alone.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t know what to do, so..you just run out.

She quickly realizes her mistake, and instantly gets up, and runs after you.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

“…what..”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

“Jaehe-”

“No, it’s okay. Let’s just..go home.”

~~

Jumin:


You had broken Elizabeth 3rd’s collar whole trying to get it off. It was an accident, but Jumin didn’t see it that way.

“Jumin. I said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll buy her a new one!”

“(Y/N), you know damn well I can afford one myself. I don’t care about replacing it. She’s had that collar forever! It must have meant a lot to her..”

“Exactly. It was old. The part probably wasn’t in good shape, an-”

“Jaehee never had a problem with it.”

You would feel your blood boil at this.

“Then why don’t you date Jaehee, then?”

“Idiot..you know that’s not what I me-”

“Oh, so now I’m an idiot?”

This is when he’d say something stupid like “I knew I shouldn’t get involved with women.”

AND YOU JUST?

UHM?

You don’t even try to fight back. You grab your purse, and you’re already going out the door.

Jumin quickly realizes his mistake, and while he doesn’t want to admit it..he needed you.

He would sigh, rushing over to grab you before you left.

“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, okay? We can get her a new one. Just..don’t leave me..”

~~

V:

He needed the eye surgery.

No doubt, you knew this pastel boy needed the surgery.

You tried to convince him..every day now. But, he never seemed to listen.

So, you go back to base one.

“V..I reall-”

“Want me to get the surgery? (Y/N). You’ve reminded me everyday. I appreciate that you care..but, please. I’m fine.”

You’d get a bit frustrated. I mean, you’ve been trying, and he doesn’t even give it a thought?

“You still love Rika..don’t you?”

HE WOULD TENSE TF UP.

“What..?”

“You love rika. Don’t you?”

“(Y/N)..”

“No. Answer me.”

He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. Did he love her? He didn’t even know, himself??

He sighs, not in the mood to fight with you, the one he truly loves.

“No. I don’t. In fact, (Y/N)..contact Jumin. I’m getting the surgery.”

(SQUEAL?)

~~

Saeran:

You two would be walking hand in hand around town, when an old friend called your name.

You’d turn around, giving your friend a big smile.

You feel Saeran’s grip on your hand tighten, as he gives the person death glares.

Your friend and you talked for a good 2 or 3 minutes, before they said “See Ya later.” and ooohhhh boy. Is Saeran mad when they finally left.

“Are you?”

“Wha-”

“Are you going to see that son of a bitch later?!”

At this point, you can’t help but just laugh. I mean, cute, jealous boyfriend alert~

“Probably not. I haven’t seen her for a long time. That’s just something people say, you know.”

“Hmph. I do- wait. Her?”

“Saeran. That was a girl.”

“But- they-”

“Oh my god. You actually- okay. ”

The two of you probably just walk in silence for a few minutes, before changing the subject, as if that whole thing never happened.

Nicknames

Davey learns Crutchie’s real name, but that’s not the only thing he learns.

// This story contains references to child abuse. If that kind of content makes you uncomfortable, proceed with caution! //

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“So, I’ve kinda got a question,” Davey asked, wondering silently how he wound up playing cards with the King of Brooklyn and the King of Brooklyn’s (best friend? Boyfriend? Davey didn’t know) , on some random Tuesday night in the middle of summer.

“You always do, Mouth,” Spot said, while Race asked, “What is it?”

“So, what’s with the whole nickname thing? Like,” Davey glanced around the dim room, wringing his hands together. “Why do some of you guys go by nicknames ‘nd some don’t?”

“Why you askin’ us?” Spot said, not bothering to look at Davey when he spoke to him.

“I mean, Race goes by a nickname ‘nd you don’t, so..”

“You really think Spot is my real name?”

“Oh my god, Davey,” Race set the cards down, huffing out a laugh as he did. “What the hell kinda parents would name their kid Spot?”

“Considering you’re the smart ‘Hatten newsie, you’re real thick.” Spot added, crossing his arms and pulling his eyes away from Race to look at Davey.

Davey hesitated for a second.

“W-well in my defense, I’ve got no clue why Spot’s your nickname, so I just assumed.. Plus, it’s always paired with Conlon. I just thought it was you’re first and last name.”

“‘Course it’s paired with my last name. I ain’t gonna let people call me just Spot. ‘Specially not my enemies. ”

“Why not?”

“Cause Spot’s a dog’s name-” Spot began before Race cut in, voice sounding amused like he’d heard Spot give this speil a hundred times.

“When you add a last name, it’s a person’s name.”

“I ain’t no dog.”

“Well, ‘course not. I guess not knowin’ where it came from made me guess it was your real name..” Davey trailed off, Spot’s eyes on him starting to make his skin crawl.

“I used ta be covered in burn marks from my dad’s cigars,” Spot said, shrugging, lifting up his shirt a bit to show a sky’s worth in stars of faded pink circles, some raised from the skin and rough looking. Now that Davey was looking, he could see similar marks on Spot’s arms that he’d never noticed before. “Ise still gots the scars, but they ain’t near as noticeable as fresh burns, which I ain’t gettin’ no more.”

Davey was kind of afraid to ask why.

“Okay, so maybe you don’t go by you’re real name, but other newsies do! Like.. like Jack, for example.”

“Pfft, that’s cute,” Race said, picking up the deck of cards and starting to shuffle them again.

“W-what? What’s cute about that?”

“How you think Jack Kelly’s a real name.”

“What do you mean? Jack isn’t a-”

“Where exactly you see this conversation goin’, Mouth?” Spot interrupted. “We invited ya ta play cards, not interrogate us.”

“I’m just curious.”

Spot rolled his eyes, no longer looking at Davey, instead gluing his eyes on Race’s hands as he finished shuffling the cards and began distributing them between the three.

“It’s sorta a respect thing for some people,” Spot explained. “You gotta earn people’s real names for some. Like, only a hand fulla people know my real name.”

Race gave Spot a knowing look.

“Alright, alright. One person knows my real first name.”

Race smiled. “That person bein’ me.”

“Whatever.” Spot rolled his eyes again and Davey swore that Spot Conlon, King of Brooklyn, was smiling. This might just be the weirdest night of his life.

“Some newsies don’t care too much ‘bout it, but gettin’ called by your nickname just becomes second nature. Some folks just stick with their real name ‘cause it doesn’t bother ‘em. Like, everyone calls ya Davey cause it don’t bother ya.”

“You call me Mouth, though.”

“Yeah, cause that’s what you is.”

“The nicknames come from physical things or how people act,” Race said, setting down the last card in the pile in front of Spot, then picking up his own pile. “You talk too much. Youse a mouth. I’m a gambler- Racetrack is just a lil more personal to my taste in what to bet on.”

“Don’t people find that offensive, though? Like, maybe not so much Specs cause glasses ain’t like, a bad thing, but-”

“Youse offended by us callin’ you Mouth?” Spot asked, sounding amused as he picked up his cards.

“No, it’s fine. You don’t have ta stop.”

“Good, ‘cause I wasn’t gonna, no matter what you said.”

“Still, though. How does like.. Crutchie not get offended. We’re calling him directly by his disability.”

“Crutchie likes bein’ called Crutchie,” Race said, looking somewhat upset by the implication that he’d call his friend something he didn’t like. “If he didn’t we’d call ‘im somethin’ else. Plus, Crutchie’s name ain’t even that far off his real one.”

“What’s his real name?” Davey asked.

“Charlie,” Race said before he could stop himself.

“Racetrack.”  

Spot was giving Race a sharp look, one that made Davey’s heart start to pump faster in his chest. Davey couldn’t really tell what was happening anymore- Race and Spot were having an entire conversation without saying a word. He hesitantly picked up his cards, attracting both their attention with the noise.

“We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout this anymore.” Spot said, still giving Race a look out of the corner of his eye. “We’s playin’ cards. Nothin’ else.”

“Hey, uh,” Race said, earning himself another glare from Spot, but a less angry seeming one. “Pretend you didn’t hear that. ‘Specially not from me.”

“Got it.”

/////

A few days later, Davey and Les arrived at the distribution gates to see the hoard of Manhattan newsies standing around and talking. They made their way over to Jack who was rubbing at his arm nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Les asking, looking up at Jack.

“Eh, Crutchie’s leg’s givin’ ‘im trouble this mornin’. Said he’d be right behind us but he ain’t here yet.”

“Why don’t you go check on him?” Davey asked.

“And leave the rest ‘a the boys here with the Delancey’s?” He scoffed. “Ain’t happening.”

“We don’t need ya protectin’ us Jack,” Romeo said, crossing his arms. “Go check on ‘im.”

Jack grumbled something incomprehensible.

“I’ll go check on ‘im,” Specs said, stepping out of the group of Newsies, rolling his eyes at Jack overprotectiveness. Davey watched as Specs took off towards the lodging house.

“I hate this,” Jack said quietly.

“Hey, I’m sure he’s fine,” Davey said, putting a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jack mumbled. “I just worry about ‘im. ‘Specially since the strike. It just..” He trailed off for a second, staring down at the ground. “I hate seein’ ‘im hurt.”

Davey nodded sadly. Davey had hated seeing Crutchie hurt too, hated watching the Delancey’s drag him off by his bum leg, and they were nowhere near as close as Jack and him were at the time. Davey couldn’t even imagine how Jack felt when it happened.

After a couple of minutes, Specs returned with Crutchie walking next to him. The pace they were walking at was slow and Crutchie’s face was pained. Davey knew this happened sometimes. There’d be days when his leg was aching so bad he couldn’t get out of bed, much less sell papers. While he didn’t look quite that bad now, Crutchie didn’t look good. His face was clammy and pale, his grip on his crutch looked desperate, and even from the distance Davey could see him biting down on his lower lip.

Jack perked up visibly, uncrossing his arms and straightening his back. “Crutchie!”

“Hiya-”

It happened suddenly. One instant Crutchie was calling back to Jack, and the next he was wincing as his crutch fell out from under his arm, too much of his weight landed on his bad leg, and he crashed to the ground. Jack was running- Davey was running. Specs couldn’t grab him fast enough- Crutchie hit the ground and yelled out- grabbing his leg groaning.

“Crutchie!” Jack screamed, Davey running behind him.

Specs was crouched down next to Crutchie when Jack and Davey reached him. Crutchie was sitting down then, his bad leg extended and his good one curled against his chest, his crutch laying on the ground at his side. Specs was rubbing Crutchie’s bad leg with both hands, asking every few seconds if he was okay and making sure he wasn’t hurting him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” Crutchie mumbled through his clenched teeth.

“Damnit, Crutchie,” Jack mumbled. “If your legs hurtin’ you this bad just tell me. You ain’t sellin’ papes like this.”

“It’s fine, Jack, my leg ain’t too bad-”

“That’s a lie ‘nd we both know it.”

“I agree with Jack. Let’s get get ya back to the lodging house, Charlie.”

Davey didn’t even realize what he’d done till he noticed Crutchie’s hands tighten around his leg and his shoulders tense up.

“What- why- why’d you call me that? Who gave you my name?”

“I didn’t mean to-”

Suddenly, Jack shoved him backwards. Davey nearly fell down as he stumbled. Jack gave him a sharp glare that Davey understood immediately. Back off.

Davey walked back over to the other newsies at the distribution gate.

“The hell was that about?” Romeo asked quickly.

“Why’d Jack shove ya?” Race questioned, and Davey blocked out the chorus of other questions being thrown at him.

Before Davey could answer Specs came walking over. Behind him Davey could say Jack helping Crutchie back up, who glanced over his shoulder and said something quietly. The two then started walking back to the lodging house.

“Jack’s gonna wanna talk to ya,” Specs said. “Give ‘im a little ta cool off first. He said he wants you to meet him at the lodging house in fifteen minutes.”

“Oh god,” Romeo said from behind him and Race mumbled, “What the hell’d you do, Davey?”

Davey ignored them both and reached into his pocket and handed Les a few coins, telling him how many papers to buy for the day, and then instructing him to stick by Specs till he got back.

/////

When Davey arrived at the lodging house Jack was waiting for him at the door.

“Hey, Jack-”

“Shut up. Just follow me,” Jack mumbled, standing and walking towards the fire escapes ladder. Davey followed him silently up the ladder, then sat on the box Jack pointed at for him on the rooftop. It was hot outside, but that wasn’t the only reason he was sweating. Davey had upset Crutchie- and from what he understood, Crutchie was one of the most important things in Jack’s world. God, Davey thought. I messed up bad.

“So, who told you ‘is real name?” Jack spoke as he pulled a box up next to Davey’s.

“It came out when I was playin’ cards with Spot and Race the other day.”

“I’m gonna kill ‘em,” Jack grumbled.

“Listen, Jack, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean ta call ‘im by it. It just-”

“I ain’t the one you need ta apologize to,” Jack said, turning his head from the cityscape to face Davey.

“I’ll go apologize to him right now-”

“No, Davey. Sit. Crutchie needs a little time ta.. Calm down, I guess. Ya freaked ‘im out. It’s been a long time since he’s let anyone call ‘im that name.”

“Not even you?”

“Nah. It.. connects ‘im back to a bad time in his life.”

“What do you mean?”

Jack sighed. “Why’s you always gotta ask so many questions?”

“Oh- sorry, if you don’t wanna say it’s fine. It’s not my place to-”

“Calm down. It didn’t mean it.” Jack turned his head away from Davey and back to the city, looking out over all the buildings.

“Crutchie didn’t have a good home life. Most ‘a us don’t have ‘em the best.. Most of us don’t got ‘em at all anymore. Crutchie don’t got a family no more- not blood at least. But when he did.. It was real bad.”

Jack stopped talking to a second, rubbing at his arm absentmindedly while he collected his thoughts. Davey didn’t say anything, just watched him.

“I didn’t meet Crutchie till the worst of it was already over. He told us later on why everythin’ had happened. His uh.. He got polio when he was real little. Maybe four he said, he don’t really remember exactly when cause it’s a slow thing. Anyway, his family was ‘im, his two brothers, and his ma’ and pa’. His ma’ got polio shortly after he did. It wound up killin’ her.”

Jack paused again, swallowing roughing.

“His pa’ drank a lot. His dad and one of his brothers, the older of ‘em, blamed ‘im for his mother dyin’. They beat on ‘im, but it wasn’t too bad. Crutchie couldn’t fight back at all or anythin’. He couldn’t walk with his leg gettin’ worse. He didn’t even have a crutch back then. He had ta drag himself around, from what he told me.

“Anyway. Things, uh, escalated. His dad lost ‘is job and he found a new one but it didn’t pay half as well.. They stopped givin’ ‘im food, for the most part, ‘cept what he took for himself, or one of his brother’s could sneak to ‘im. His dad got mad if he caught ‘em though.

“Eventually, it uh.. It all came to its head and ‘is.. They decided to get rid of him.”

Jack stopped talking then. His eyes were wide and fixed on the ground, his back hunched over. Davey felt like he was gonna be sick. But he needed to know. He needed to know.

“What.. what do you mean?”

Jack took in a hung gulp of air then let it go. He looked over to Davey.

“His dad tried to kill ‘im. He tried to choke him to death. Crutchie doesn’t really.. remember most ‘a it, but he said one his brothers was screamin’ his name. Beggin’ their dad to stop. He chickened out in the end- he threw Crutchie out on the street, barely conscious. Crutchie said the last thing he remembers is his dad sayin’ to his brother that he’d kill ‘im if he went after Crutchie. Then his memory goes out.

“I don’t know how long he was layin’ there on the sidewalk, unconscious. All I know is it was night time when we found ‘im. Real late. Me and Specs dragged ‘im back to the lodging house. We couldn’t really.. really tell if he was alive or not. Or if he’d make it, if he was. He looked.. awful.

“He was covered in bruises and scrapes and he was so small. He still is but.. It was so much worse back then. You could see his bones- every ridge of his spine. Everything. It was.. Horrible.”

Jack froze up, frowning, shaking his head softly. He looked over to Davey.

“Sorry. I’m rambling.”

“It’s okay,” Davey mumbled, desperately wanting to reach out and touch Jack- to put his hand on Jack’s back and try to comfort him. But he didn’t. “I ask you to tell me.”

After a moment’s silence, Jack started again.

“He didn’t move a whole lot the first couple of weeks. Everyone pitched in to pay his stay and to feed him. He looked miserable. Really, none of us thought he’d live but.. we weren’t gonna give up on him. We got ‘im a crutch and eventually he was able to start walking around, slowly but surely. We made sure he didn’t overdo it. He couldn’t talk to tell us his name. He had these.. dark purple bruises- practically black- circling his neck from his father’s hands. It hurt for ‘im to talk, so he didn’t. We called him Crutchie cause it was easy ta remember, and he didn’t seem ta mind it.

“He never told any of us his real name till kinda recently, actually. He said not to call him by it though cause it takes him back to that day with his dad ‘nd his brother. He doesn’t like to think ‘bout it. Or talk ‘bout it. You can imagine why.”

Jack stopped talking again, but this time Davey knew it was because they’d reached the end of the story. His nausea hadn’t died down- in fact, it was slowly getting worse. The story was awful enough on it’s own- but knowing the he had taken Crutchie back to that day… He couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t handle the guilt swelling up in his stomach and choking him (just like Crutchie’s dad had done to him- oh god- he was gonna throw up-)

Davey stood up and stumbled away, spilling the contents of his stomach as far away from Jack as he could get. Jack got off his box and appeared behind Davey, rubbing his sympathetically.

“God- god- I’m such an idiot,” Davey mumbled, rubbing his sleeve across his mouth. “I can’t believe- what I did to him-”

“You couldn’t ‘a known,” Jack said, sighing. “I shouldn’t ‘a shoved ya. I overreacted.”

“I upset Crutchie. I deserved it.”

Jack didn’t say anything in reply to that, he just frowned and rubbed Davey’s back until stood back up to his full height.

“Sorry about- uh- throwing up on your penthouse.”

“It’s fine. I’ll clean it up later. Let’s go down. Crutchie’s probably calmed down by now.”

Davey nodded, following Jack over to the edge of his roof and back down the fire escape. He followed Jack inside and over to the bed Crutchie was laying in, the one in the furtherest corner of the room. Crutchie was curled up in it, the sheets thrown to the side, facing the wall and picking at loose threads from the pillowcase silently, aside from the occasional sniffle.

Jack held out a hand, telling Davey to wait by one of the other beds that was a little ways off. He watched as Jack walked over and tapped Crutchie’s shoulder gently.

Crutchie shifted in the bed carefully to avoid upsetting his leg any further but so that he could see Jack.

“You doin’ better, Crutchie?”

He nodded softly, carefully pushing himself into a sitting position.

“I’m doin’ better, yeah. I ain’t caught back there anymore.” Crutchie said through his teeth- still clenched from pain.

“And your leg?”

“It’s been better, but I’ll live,” He replied, shrugging his shoulders lightly.

“Alright. Glad ta hear it. Youse gotta start takin’ better care of yourself,” Jack said softly, reaching out to run his fingers through Crutchie’s soft hair. “No one cares if you ain’t feelin’ well. We all want ya safe, even if it means not sellin’ for a day.”

Crutchie nodded, leaning into Jack’s touch and closing his eyes. He was exhausted.

“Hey, Crutchie. Davey has some stuff he wants ta say to ya. I’ll give ya both some space. I’ll be just outside. That alright?”

“Yeah.”

With that, Jack gave Crutchie a long look, eyes sad and full of caring. He stood up from the crouched position he’d been at and walked away, sending Davey over before exiting the lodging houses’ door.

Davey’s body language was timid. His shoulders were hunched over so that he wasn’t at his full height, he was wringing his hands together nervously, and his face looked slightly green. He couldn’t force himself to look Crutchie in the eye- he felt so awful about what he’d done. He’d hurt Crutchie- he’d taken him away from his life with his friends and his family- his real family, the family that mattered , that loved him unconditionally- and thrown him back to his old life, where he was starving and his father had his hands wrapped around his neck and he was gasping for air- he was suffocating and-

“Hey, Davey, calm down,” Crutchie said, his face painted with concern. “Ya look like youse seen a ghost.”

Davey noticed how short his breaths were coming, but he couldn’t deepen them.

“Davey, hey. It’s alright. Sit down with me, hm?” Crutchie adjusted himself so that his legs were hanging over the edge of the bed and he was facing out into the room, making space for Davey to sit beside him. He patted the mattress softly, and Davey sat down in the empty space.

“I’m guessin’ Jack told ya everythin’?” Crutchie asked, and Davey nodded. “Sorry ya had to hear ‘bout all that. ‘Bout my sad life. It ain’t important anymore.”

“Crutchie,” Davey breathed out, voice sounding exhausted. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m the one ‘a us that messed up today. And it is important. I didn’t have the right to know your real name- much less to call ya by it. You’ve got every right to be mad at me.”

“I ain’t mad, Davey.”

“W-what? Why not?”

“You scared me, sure, but I ain’t mad at ya. I mean.. it ain’t like you coulda know how it’d affect me. It sucked for me ta get taken back there but.. it ain’t your fault that’s where my name takes me. That’s just my lovely brain, doin’ me a favor by remindin’ me of that night.”

Crutchie huffed out a humorless laugh that only made Davey feel sadder.

“Still though. I shouldn’t ‘a called you by your name without your permission. Crutchie, I’m so sorry that all that happened to you. I didn’t know.”

“It’s all in the past know. Ain’t nothin’ that can be done ‘bout it anymore. I’ve moved on. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. My dad.. He was just tryin’ to do what was best for my brothers.”

“You didn’t deserve it. You know that, right? There’s no excuse. It doesn’t matter if it would’ve helped your brothers. You were his child. He was supposed to take care of you.”

Crutchie nodded. He felt tears start to well up in his eyes again. He sniffled.

“Yeah, youse right. Givin’ ‘im an excuse makes it… easier to swallow sometimes. Makes it easier to understand why he’d.. he’d try ta..”

He couldn’t force out the last word. It caught in his throat at the circle of bruises that once found themselves home there. He wasn’t sure when the tears had escaped his eyes and started to make their way down his cheeks, he just knew he could feel them against his burning face. Davey wrapped an arm around Crutchie’s shoulder and pulled him in close, letting Crutchie rest his head on his chest and cry against him. He rubbed soothing circles in his back gently. Davey didn’t know how long they sat there like that.

“It sucks,” Crutchie mumbled, voice muffled by Davey’s shirt and his own sobs. “I ain’t worthless. I know that. But.. my family sure did think I was, huh? Makes me wonder sometimes if.. if my dad woulda done it if I was different. If they woulda kept me. If I woulda had a family..”

“Hey,” Davey said softly, pulling Crutchie away from his body so he could see his face, meeting his eyes. “You do got a family. Just not one by blood. Blood don’t make a family. Blood doesn’t matter if there isn’t love behind it.”

“We’s a family?” Crutchie asked softly- happily, because he already knew the answer.

“Of course we are.”

/////

Later that day, after everyone had sold all their papers and they were meeting at Jacobi’s Deli for dinner, Davey and Jack went over to the lodging house to check on Crutchie and see if he was feeling better.

“Yeah, yeah,” Crutchie said, pulling himself out of bed slowly with Jack’s help. “I’m feelin’ back to a hundred percent. I wanna come.”

“Good to hear it,” Davey said, grabbing the crutch from the place it leaned on the wall and handing it to Crutchie.

They moved slowly, just to be safe, but none of them minded. The sun was getting low and the heat was starting to die off, so the walk was peaceful instead of miserable.

“By the way,” Crutchie began as the walked, “I never did ask- who told you my real name?”

“You know when I went to play cards in Brooklyn the other day?”

Crutchie nodded and hummed. “So it was Race?”

“Yeah- how’d ya know it wasn’t Spot?”

“‘Cause Spot gets it better than Race does. I’d never tell his name, he’d never tell mine.”

“Wait- I thought only Race knew Spot’s real name?” Jack asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

“What Race doesn’t know won’t kill ‘im,” Crutchie replied, shrugging lightly. “Spot ‘nd Ise better friends than you’d think.”

There was a brief silence as of sort of awestruckness fell over Davey and Jack.

“Beside the point, though. For the sake of fairness, ‘nd maybe revenge, pray tell, Race ever told ya his real name?” Crutchie asked.

“No,” Davey said, shaking his head. “But wouldn’t telling make you a hypocrite?”

“Maybe,” Crutchie shrugged again. “But it’ll be funny to see the look on his face tomorrow.”

Crutchie stopped walking for a second and grabbed Davey arm, pulling him close. Davey had to bend down slightly so that Crutchie could reach his ear. He cupped his hand over his mouth and whispered…

/////

“Hey guys!” Davey yelled, running up to the gates of the distribution center, Les trailing behind him.

“‘Sup, Mouth?” Race asked through a chorus of ‘Hey Davey!’s and ‘Hiya David!’s

Davey couldn’t help but smile.

“Not much. Sup with you, Anthony?”

Davey watched as Race’s eyes widened with shock and the nearby Newsies fell silent. Race suddenly clenched his fists at his sides.

“Crutchie! I’m gonna kill you!”

Through the crowd Crutchie’s laugh could be heard, clear as a bell, as he took off running, Race chasing after him.

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Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: I was wondering if I could request a Dean x reader where Bobby takes her in after he has to kill her parents and dean and sammy get really protective and we see a little of sammy as a big brother? It can be as fluffy or smutty as you want :) (also maybe a little cas if it works ) 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language 

A/N: Such family vibes going on…


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Buddy and Ummi: The Surprise Visit (Damian Wayne x Mother Figure!Reader)

Summary: As Dick Grayson’s girlfriend, you meet his new younger sibling, Damian Wayne. The young boy doesn’t know how to express that he needs a mother figure, but once you figure it out, you’re happy to be just that.
This is the fifth part in the series. If you haven’t read the first four parts you can find them in the masterlist below.

Word Count: 1065

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Since Bruce wasn’t Batmanning (is that a term? It is now lmao) due to Alfred’s request, Dick stepped up to take over patrol that night with Jason (Alfred argued that Tim needed rest too, claiming that coffee wasn’t a proper source of energy), which meant he had to spend more time on patrol than a usual night, but it also meant that he would stop by after patrol and stay the rest of the night with you, like he did after most long nights on patrol or missions that lasted longer than planned.

He shimmied his way in through your apartment window around 3 in the morning, and you stirred from your sleep. No matter how quiet he was, you always woke up to greet him, a sleepy, lopsided smile on your face. He changed from his Nightwing costume into the sweats he kept at your house for nights likes these, and slipped in between the sheets next to you. You cuddled into his chest and closed your eyes to sleep again, but Dick wasn’t tired. He instead began a conversation.

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It x Stranger Things

I woke up, feeling way too warm under my thin cover. I opened my eyes and sat up, my eyes adjusting to the dark room. It was still pretty dark outside so I couldn’t see anything. I needed to use the restroom and I set out in the dark for the light-switch.

It took me oddly a a good few minutes to find the switch of my room and when the light above shone, I felt my heart stop. My breathing slowed immensely and I felt like one of Its balloons popped inside my tummy, feeling a great amount of fear rise within me.

This wasn’t my room. It was blue, with a fuckton of pictures and posters hung up on the walls. Knick knacks and trophies that weren’t mine were littered around a desk and drawers. Art projects I’ve never done were on a nightstand. I felt like I was kidnapped. But the person who did the room seemed keen on making it comfortable. It couldn’t be It, this room was too nice.

I backed up to the bed and sat down, feeling like this was a dream. I pinched my arm as tight as I could and I didn’t wake up. This is a nightmare.

I got back into the bed, not feeling like my own. I steadied my breathing the way Eddie taught me to; god I miss him. I miss my loser friends too. I wonder when I’ll see them again. I hope soon.

I didn’t realize I fell asleep until I was awoken. A lady with nice, mousy brown hair woke me up. She must be my ‘mom’. My mom never woke me up; I had an alarm for that.

“Mike, c'mon, you’ll be late for school!”, the lady exclaimed and left after telling me she packed a lunch box for me. She seems like a good mother.

I got ready with much difficulty. Whoever owned these clothes had no sense of fashion. My Hawaiian shirts are iconic. I got dressed into a black shirt with ugly yellow and red stripes then into jeans and sneakers. I’m gonna show this kid fashion sense if I ever see them.

I went to this kids bathroom, and did my own routine. I didn’t use his toothbrush because ew, but I did use my finger. What the fuck ever, desperate times come for desperate measures.

I headed downstairs and tried my best to find the dining room without looking suspicious. Girl toys were cluttered around the living room, so this kid must have a younger sister. My eyes caught on picture frames on a mantle piece. My heart leaped out of my chest, yet again.

The kid looked just like me. No difference at all. Same black hair, same built. The only difference is that I need glasses and he doesn’t. Fucking loser.

“Come on Mike,” an unfamiliar voice came out from behind me. A tall, thin girl with hair like her mother came into view. “Breakfast is at the table,” she exclaimed and I followed after her.


Breakfast was a quiet and quick event. I was right, there was a little sister involved; she ate waffles at her high chair and her name was Holly, and the elder sister from earlier was Nancy. I don’t have siblings so it was nice to eat with them and talk, but mainly towards Nancy of course, who was only a few short years older than me.

After we ate we left the house minutes later, the dad driving us to school. He dropped Nancy off at her high school and then me at the middle school just down the road.

“Love ya Mike,” he muttered and drove away. He seemed nice as well. The whole family was sweet but seemed a bit reserved in their own right. Still better than my isolated family.

I started walking into the school when someone tripped me, sending me back on the concrete. Oh great, bullies here too. What the fucking fuck.


“Get outta the way frog face,” a boy with dirty blonde hair said to me. I rolled my eyes and stood back up, fixing my hair.

“Your mom wasn’t saying that to me last night,” I said loudly; by the reaction him and his friends had, they weren’t used to a trashmouth talking back. That will stop by today.

He came walking back to me, his fists clenched.

“What’d you say to me freak?”, he asked as he jabbed a finger to my chest.

“You mother wasn’t complaining about me last night,” I repeated and drew closer to him, keeping eye contact. “Or your father.”

He threw a halfassed punch to my cheek, didn’t hurt one bit. It didn’t even knock me down, I barely lost my balance. I rolled my eyes and walked away, clutching onto my backpack. Or Mikes. Oh whatever.


“You haven’t seen the last of me,” he yelled. I turned around, instinctively putting on a accent.

“Oh you sure know how to treat a lass like ma'self, I’ll see ya later handsome,” I shouted and I power walked into the school. I bumped into another person. Smaller might I add.

“Oh hey Mike!” The boy said looking up at me, and we started walking, sticking to my side as we walked. I didn’t know what my first class was so I followed him.

“Oh hey,” I replied. The boy was pretty and short, kinda like Eddie. But Eddie was the cutest thing in the world.

“Are you ready for the Av club after school? Oh and the campaign at your house tonight?” He rambled on and on as I followed him to first class. But he stopped suddenly, looking solemn.

“I’m sorry for talking so much,” he apologized but I almost stopped him, wanting to reassure him talking is just fine by me, but he cut me off before I got words out of my mouth. “Ever since the… you know, got me, since then I haven’t had much freedom. Thanks for doing a campaign tonight, it means a lot,” he said and stood up on his tip toes, kissing me on my cheek. I blushed slightly. But I didn’t know what happened to him. I guess it’ll come up in conversation later.

“It’s okay, I understand completely!” I said and he chuckled and motioned for us to walk into the biology classroom. We sat next to his two friends, which are technically Mikes/ mine too. Their names were Lucas and Dustin, and they were cool. Dustin reminded me of Ben. God I miss that loser.

I wonder when I’ll get back, if I ever do. I miss all them. Bill with his stutter I’m so used to. Stan and his clapbacks, Ben and his books and candy he shared. Mike and his watchful ways. I missed Beverly, despite her being the only girl in the group, she was strong as any other guy, maybe even more than most guys at my school. They were great friends, we all complemented each other. And if I’m being biased, I miss Eddie the most. He was my rock. My best friend. And the love of my life. I have a childish crush on him but it’s not like he’ll ever return those feelings but I just couldn’t help myself. I wonder what’s happening there.


//There’s gonna be a part 2, from Mikes perspective. If it wasn’t obvious, it’s like a freaky Friday prompt I was inspired by. Mike is in the It universe while Richie is in the Stranger Things universe. Link here https://itsafuckinggazebo.tumblr.com/post/165412336195/the-space-cows-keep-mooing )

Stop Helping Them (Gabe Prompt)

Request: Can you do 22, 24, 33 and 34 with Gabe? 🙏❤

Prompt(s): 
22) “stop talking and just kiss me”
24) “I should hate you, but you make it so damn impossible”
33) “I would do anything for you”
34) “do you think I’m a bad person?”

Originally posted by wolfiehunters

This whole thing is going to complete shit right now, with all these hunters trying to kill the supernaturals. I, myself was not a supernatural creature but I am in Scott’s pack, after all, I am his younger cousin. 

“Liam, Mason, Corey, and (Y/N) please be careful at school. We already know Gerard is back and Monroe is behind all of this but there’s also Nolan and Gabe to worry about.” Scott advised. 

We all nodded and dispersed, “(Y/N)?” Scott called.

“Yes?” I asked. Scott looked at me and sighed, “Look, I know you like Gabe when you started getting close to him in the beginning of the year before he was following Monroe, just act normal, but I need you to be extra careful, okay?”.

“I will Scott, can you drop me off?” I asked and Scott nodded.

We pulled up at the front of the school and I hugged Scott and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “See ya later cuz” and I get out of the jeep. “Remember what I said” Scott reminded. “Don’t worry I gotcha and if the boys run into trouble I’ll help” I stated and Scott drove off.


“(Y/N)! Hey!” I heard a voice call out, I turn to see Gabe. “Hey Gabe, what’s up?” I asked.

“What class are you heading to?” Gabe questioned and I laugh, “What?” “I’m heading to biology, we have the same class” I replied. 

“My bad” Gabe says getting embarrassed. We both walked into the room and sat down but Liam’s partner got up and walked away. I grabbed my things and sat next to Liam, “Thanks (Y/N)” I smiled, “No problem”. 

“Why did your partner move?” I asked. “Probably scared after the whole thing about everyone knowing what I am” Liam stated.


I had just finished using the bathroom when I heard yelling, I walked into Mrs. FInch’s class and saw everyone around and I pushed past people to see Liam on the ground and Nolan and Gabe beating him to a pulp.

I walked and grabbed Gabe’s arm before he threw another punch, “Gabe. That’s enough” I stated. Gabe went back to hit him and I pulled him back by his shirt and pushed him against the board, “Gabe! I said that’s enough!” I yell. I let go and bend down to help Liam after Coach came in.


It’s been a few days and it has been complete hell. Gabe and Aaron have been going around testing people to see if they’ll heal fast. I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around to see Aaron and Gabe. Aaron was coming towards me but Gabe put his hand on his chest, stopping him. 

“You go test others, I got her” Gabe said reassuring Aaron and he nodded and left. I looked at Gabe, “Seriously? You’re going around cutting people? That’s unsanitary Gabe” I stated and glared at him. 

Gabe grabbed my hand gently, “I’m sorry but I have to do it” I sighed and gave him my hand and he cut it, “There, satisfied? I’m not one of them but they are my friends and family”.

“(Y/N), can I just talk to you?” Gabe begged, I fold my arms across my chest and lean my back against the lockers, “Yeah, sure”.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” Gabe asked looking at me, “Right now, yes. What you’re doing is wrong, you are hurting innocent people. Just because they are a supernatural creatures doesn’t mean they’re all monsters and will hurt you. I know deep down you’re a good person” I rambled.

“You’re right, I am. I’m not surprised that you hate me” Gabe mumbles.

“In all honesty Gabe, I should hate you, but you make it so damn impossible” I confessed.

“What? Why?” Gabe gave me a confused look. “Because, when we first met, I knew you as you, not some kid who wants to hurt and kill supernaturals. You were the kindest guy I’ve known and that’s why I like you”.

“You like me? (Y/N), I like you too, always have. I was just too scared to actually confess. I lost my chance though, I’m hurting people and killing them and I know I’m hurting you too” Gabe rambles on.

“Stop talking and kiss me” I say and grab Gabe and kiss him, he was surprised at first but kissed back.

I would do anything for you (Y/N)” Gabe whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.

“Anything?” I question curiously.

“Yes” Gabe confirmed.

“Okay, I want you to stop helping them. If you really want to be with me, leave Monroe, stop killing innocent people and help me protect my cousin and friends from her and the rest of the hunters”.

“Okay, I’ll do it” Gabe nodded and took his phone out calling Monroe.

“Yeah? I’m done helping you kill people. I am just a kid, so is Nolan. You’re the adult here, so stop manipulating us. Don’t bother me for help, I moved on from that. I have more important things to help with and I’m not wasting my time on you, instead I’m going to waste my time and spend it with someone who actually cares about me and my feelings” Gabe hung up and looked at me.

“Time to help your cousin and friends”.

Jack Maynard - Flowers

Prompt(s): “Stop being so cute!”

Requested: Yess

Warnings: I don’t think so

A/N: I have a new prompt list check it outttt! Hope you like this!

Word Count: 1171

Heres the prompt list requests are always open

but you can request an imagine without a prompt if you would like xx

Heres where you request x

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It was Saturday morning 11:30, “He’ll be here soon” you thought to yourself.

The elevator stopped on the floor you knew the boy with dirty blonde hair lived on. Someone got off the elevator so you were currently all alone and as usual he didn’t turn up until the doors began to shut.

“Almost missed!” He laughed as he ran onto the elevator. 

“So unlike you” You replied and rolled your eyes.

This was the conversation you had almost every Saturday morning since you moved into this apartment block.

“So plans for today?” You asked as the elevator doors closed, like you hadn’t had this conversation a million times and his plan were the same every Saturday. Eat breakfast, go see friends, work then getting really drunk.

Despite talking to him every week the only thing you knew about him was his Saturday routine. Neither of you had ever actually exchanged names.

“Well I was thinking about doing something different today” He laughed “…Yeah never going to happen.”

“May I ask why every time I see you you’re holding a bunch of flowers?” He asked and gestured towards the gorgeous purple flowers you had just bought.

“It’s my thing, I buy a new bunch of flowers every week.” You answered as the elevator doors opened on the ground floor.

“Well see ya” He said as you both got of the elevator.

“Bye!” You replied.

You were stood outside the elevator doors later that day waiting for the it to arrive when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey flower girl!” You turn around to see the boy from the elevator with a bunch of people who you were guessing where his friends.

“Hey” You laughed.

“Look I actually have friends” He said and gestured to the people stood with him.

“I’m surprised” You teased which made all his friends laugh.

He smiled.

Then suddenly the elevator doors opened. You all managed to fit into one elevator.

“Hey so I’m having a bit of a party at my apartment at about 10:30, come round?” He asked shyly.

“Sure” You replied.

You were trying to play it cool but really you were really excited to be invited to this party, to get to know him more.

“Cor, Jack on the pull” One of his friends said.

As he was leaving you realised you didn’t know which apartment lived in.

“Wait!” You said loudly and he turned around “Which apartment?”

“Number 44″ He replied as the doors closed between you.

You looked at the clock on your wall and realised it was 11pm. Crap you were late! You quickly shoved on your converse and ran out the door, you hadn’t really dressed up, you were wearing ripped jeans and a cute top.

When you arrived on Jack floor and began walking down the corridor to his apartment you could hear the music that was being blasted.

“Well at least I won’t go to the wrong apartment” You thought.

You knocked on the door and almost as soon as you knocked the door was swung open by Jack who was holding a can of beer and looked tipsy.

“Flower girl! I thought you weren’t coming, it’s my thing to be late no yours!” He laughed.

“I’m fashionably late” You laughed.

“Anyway come in!” He held the door open for you.

You walked in and looked around. There were tons of people dancing, making out, and drinking a lot. There was a ton of alcohol laid out on the kitchen worktops.

“Wow I thought you said a small party?” You laughed, shocked by the amount of people in his small apartment.

“I have a lot of friends” He winked and you rolled your eyes.

He walked into his living room where most of the people were and you followed.

“Hey guys flower girls here!!!” He announced to the room.

“Y/n, my name is y/n” You corrected.

Not many people seemed to care you were there other than the boys you had seen earlier.

“Hey” A few of them said and nodded at you.

“Y/n?” Jack said.

“Yes and you’re Jack right?” You asked.

“How do-” 

“Your friend said earlier, I’m not a stalker I promise” You laughed.

“Well y/n this is Mikey, Joe, Oli, Josh, Caspar, Byron and my brother Conor” He introduced you.

“Wait you guys know each other but you don’t know each others names?” Joe laughed.

“It’s complicated” Jack replied.

“Lets go get you a drink” He said and dragged you towards the kitchen.

That was the first drink of many more. You had a great time, drank a lot and danced with Jack a lot. Jack had drank a lot less than you and was only tipsy. He had said he was trying to be ‘responsible’.

You were currently sat on the sofa and Jack had one arm around you and was holding his phone with the other.

“Why is she staringgg at me?!” You slurred loud enough so the girl that was death glaring at you could hear.

Jack looked up to see who you meant and she looked away.

“Ohh thats Missy, I used to sorta date her, we weren’t really that offical” He explained

“She is death glaring me” You laughed.

“Hey lets go outside” Jack suggested.

“Outside?” You asked 

“The balcony” He said and got up and dragged you with him.

“Okay thennnn” You replied.

You sat down on the floor against the fence thing around the balcony and Jack sat opposite you.

“The suns rising!” He laughed.

“Whattt it hasn’t been that long!” You went to check the time on your phone “Shit where my phone!”

“Here, chill” Jack laughed and pulled our phone out his pocket “ I put my number in it by the way” He winked. Then put your phone back in his pocket.

“Anyway you never told me why you buy flowers every week” He said.

“Ohh yeah. It’s a thing me and my mum used to do. I buy flowers weekly based on what mood I’m in. Flower colours have meaning, they represent different emotions.” You explained.

“Aww stop being so cute! That’s adorable” He chuckled.

“How is that adorable?” You laughed.

“Because it is.” He laughed.

The sunlight hit your eyes, making it difficult for you to see.

“Come sit here” He patted the floor next to him after he saw you squinting to see.

You went over and sat near him.

“Tonights been good” He said.

“Yeah” You replied.

Neither of you said anything for a second. You got lost in his eyes. You saw him glance him at you lips, you leaned in slightly and so did he.

Before you knew it you were kissing. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. His touch leaving your skin tingling. He kissed you soft but passionately. 

You pulled away as the sunlight hit your faces.

“I like you a lot flower girl” He whispered.

“I like you a lot too” You replied.

Meant to Be
  • Lafayette x Reader
  • Modern
  • Requested by anonymous
  • Request: So I’ve had this idea for an au soulmates thing and was hoping you could maybe write it? So you know the whole “the first thing your soulmate says is on your arm” thing? Well, what if this set of soulmates had like a group of mutual friends and they were introduced but never actually /spoke/ to each other and this keeps happening and their friends are hella upset bc they were sure they were soulmates? And then they’re just chilling and final speak, if it could be lafayette x reader I would greatly appreciate it!

A/N: Here’s another one. I think this could be better but I wanted to give you something. I’m sooooo close to being free to write. Just not yet. Friday is the end of classes. Anyway, I’m at 3,000 followers!!! Thank you guys so much!!! And now, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,114
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You tugged your sleeve down. You figured if you covered the words on your arm, you could pretend that they weren’t there or they were something different.

Non, mon amie.

Alexander helpfully informed you that they were French. That didn’t help anything though. You were left with the information that your soulmate was French. That wasn’t helpful at all. The words on your arms were the first words that your soulmate would say to you.

Non, mon amie

No, my friend

The first words your soulmate ever said to you was calling you a friend and also denying you something. Perhaps you were thinking the worst is because it was your habit. You worried about your soulmate not being perfect because then you wouldn’t focus on the fact that he was French. Where were you supposed the meet a man from France?

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Yes! Anon:  Hello! Could I request a Fred Weasley imagine where the reader and fred are finally together although fred doesnt want the reader to tell anyone except a few close friends because he would want to rub it in the faces of other boys who would dare ask her out. Omg idk. Thank you!

A/N: Another one! Btw the series is coming after this one, expect it sometime this week. Sorry if the end is not as good.


“Finally!” George Weasley shouted. He found me a his twin brother kissing, we were in a closet in wich Fred had just pulled me to kiss me, I had a crush on this boy since the first year Now in our sixth year and with the Yule Ball being announced I found out that he felt the same way as me.

“You two been dancing around each other since first year, and now five years later me brother finally got the balls to tell you!”

“Yeah, yeah whatever, now could you please leave us alone?” Fred raised and eyebrow looking at his brother.

“Ok,ok, I am leaving” he said walking away, when he was about to dissapear through a corner he shouted “Have fun!”

Well he is gone” Fred said I just giggled

“Now there two questions I have to ask you” he said

“What questions?” I smirked

“Number one:  Would you be my girlfriend?” he looked at me

“Do you need to ask that? Of course I will” i kissed him again “And the other one?”

“Actually there’s two more”

“Go ahead”

“Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Again: do you need to ask that?”

“Ok, you are right” he continued “And the last one: can we keep it a secret?”

I furrowed

“Just until the Yule Ball”

“And why do you want to keep it a secret?”

“Because a lot of guys are going to ask you to go with them during the next weeks and I want to have fun”

“So you want to scare them off in the most amazing way?”

“Yep”

“Then I’m in”


He was right, that same day after dinner I was going out of the Great Hall when a Hufflepuff guy came and asked me.

“I am sorry but-”

“She is already going with someone, you are late my friend” Fred interrupted me and the kissed me, it was a long kiss, when we stopped the Hufflepuff guy was long gone.

“Was the kiss really necessary?”

“Of course”

“I dont think so”

A couple of days later a Durmstrang boy came and asked me, before I cold answer Fred came, grabbed my waist and kissed me passionetly they guy left but not before giving Fred a dead look.

Tree days later another guy came at this point I dindnt even looked at him, when he fishe the question Fred arrived pusshing the guy and the carried me like a bride away from the guy shouting “Not available!”

By the end of the secoond week everyone knew I was going with him, or so we thought, but with three days away to the Yule Ball another boy asked me but instead of letting me answer he tried to kiss me.

“Back off!” I shouted, the problem was that I was in a tree near the black lake and away from the castle

“what’s the problem baby?”

“You! Get off me!” he was grabbing my waist and he wouldnt let me go.

“I am not leeting you go if I dont hear you say yes” he tightened his arms

“FRED!” I shouted, he was at the other side of the lake talking to George

“Ssshh, baby they are going to hear us”

“FRED, GEORGE!” I shouted as hard as I could, I saw one of the twins looked my way and pointed to where I was, when th other one turned around they both came running my way.

“FRED, GEORGE!”I shouted again

The boy wouldnt let me go and now he was grabbing my hands together but when he saw the twins coming he let me go and walked, more like runned, away

“Y/N! are you ok?” Fred said coming to me

“Yes, Im fine, that boy is crazy”

“We could see that, do you want us to do something about it?” George said

“No, we’ll prank him later”

“More like kill him later” Fred said

“let’s go it’s time for dinner” George 

“I am starving!” I shouted “See ya’ there loosers!” 

“Oh, little Y/n wants a race?” Fred

“Little Y/n will get a race” George 

They looked at each other and ran behind me.


Prompts 49 and 58 with Yondu

49: who hurt you?
58: I’ve been waiting for this for a long time

You had been found by the Ravagers year ago. You had been a slave your whole life before that. You had managed to escape one day and in running you had crashed into a young boy and a blue centurion. You apologized terrified that he’d call your master and get them to take you back. The centurion looked down at you a glare on his face until he saw the terror, the scars and tattoos, and the collar. The glare had dropped immediately and he grabbed the young boys hand. He grabbed yours too and drug the both of you through the back alleys and to a big ship. You had almost fought him before you saw the young boy smiling up at you. You had followed him onto the ship and he had given you clean clothes and gotten the collar off of you without asking any questions. That had been the turning point in your life. Now you were happily with Yondu, the same man who saved your life.
You had lived with the Ravagers and the small boy you had ran into ,Peter, had become like a son to you. You were currently sitting with him talking and telling him stories. Yondu was standing in the doorway listening to the two of you with a small smile on his face. Peter was sitting in your lap facing you. He was looking at your face and the scars that littered it. He was tracing the biggest one that crossed one of you cheeks.
“Who hurt you?” He asked quietly after a while of tracing it.
You stiffened up at his question. You couldn’t see it but Yondu’s small smile dropped as well. He could see you stiffen and he was about to walk in and intervene when he heard you start to speak again.
“Well. When I was your age some bad guys showed up and took me away from my family. They made me fight and clean and when I didn’t do what they wanted….” you stopped your voice cracking a little at the thoughts, “they would hurt me… then I met you and Yondu and you guys saved me.”
Peter was thoughtful for a moment before hugging you. You smiled a little hugging him close trying not to think of the way your life had been. You didn’t see Yondu but he had his fists clenched and his eyes were burning with rage. Later than night you put Peter to bed tucking him in and kissing his forehead. You went back to your room laying down on your bed with a huff. Yondu was sitting on the bed watching you his eyes tracing every tattoo and scar. “Who did hurt ya? Specifics though I ain’t no boy.” He said the anger hidden as he spoke to you. “Kree commander. Kutaw Rodnaf.” You admitted closing your eyes as his face flashed before them. Yondu looked over at you and pulled you close to him wrapping his arms around you. He was wrestling with his mind. No one was ever gonna hurt his girl again. He held you close until you fell asleep. He kissed your forehead before getting out of bed and grabbing his arrow. He left the ship knowing that it had been a good idea to go back to the planet he had found you on. Asking around Yondu had found the Kree commander. He couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face. “Kutaw?” He called out into the bar. “Whaddya want?” A Kree man answered standing. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time” he grinned before whistling his arrow going through the man multiple times. The next morning you woke up to Yondu cleaning his arrow. You raised an eyebrow before he threw you a medal. Your eyes widened seeing it was the one your “owner” had worn everyday. You couldn’t help the tears of joy that ran down your face. “Ain’t no one gettin away with hurtin my girl.” Yondu proclaimed looking st you.