him and his stupid eyebrows

richie x eddie

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Eddie slowly trudged along the aged pathway, the back of his neck beginning to grow sticky from the humidity in the air. It was going to rain soon, he could tell it. The air was thick, and it was causing his cheeks to get hot and redden. The small bushes littering either side of the pathway brushed against his legs as he walked, occasionally giving him small cuts which would later grow itchy.

He could hear music up ahead, and he felt a smile spread across his cheeks at the familiar sound. It was Richie’s little transistor radio, a staple item for when he and his friend’s hung out. Eddie couldn’t even remember when it had first been brought along, but the atmosphere always felt wrong without it’s presence. At least that’s what Richie said. Ben had a newer, better model, but when he’d tried to bring it along Richie was quick to object. Eddie chuckled at the memory.

He could see the clearing up ahead, and soon he could spot where the clubhouse sat. Of course, it was covered with twigs and leaves to keep it hidden, but Eddie could easily point it out. They all could. Henry Bowers was too stupid to find it, which was lucky for them.

The first thing Eddie noticed was that the iconic radio wasn’t hanging from it’s usual branch beside the clearing. Instead, he recognized that the sound was emanating from within the clubhouse, which now sat about fifteen steps away from him. He made his way over, the dry leaves crackling under his soles and his fanny pack bouncing against his hip.

He’d made it no less than two meters away when he heard a small sniff. Eddie stared at the scattered shrubbery before him, the corner of a wooden board just visible to his left. Was someone crying? Then the quietness hit him. The radio wasn’t even that loud, and yet he couldn’t hear the comforting, familiar banter from his friends. Not even Bev’s humming could be heard, and she always hummed along to every song. No, he thought, something’s different.

Cautiously, he walked the last three or so steps, his mind subconsciously attempting to make each footstep quieter. He slowly bent down and curled his fingers under the visible wooden plank, his brain trying to come up with a possible explanation for the occasional sniffles coming through the gaps in the planks. 

Eddie gently lifted the door up and peered inside, his eyes trying to make out the situation below. He could see the transistor radio leaning haphazardly against a pair of grey converse, and he followed the wearer’s legs up until Eddie spotted a mass of dark messy brown hair. Hands covered the person’s face, and Eddie could see their shoulders shaking unsteadily. Their knees were tucked closely to their chest, hiding the damp shirt sticking to their stomach.

At the rush of light pouring into the club house the hands left the face, and through the fingers Eddie could see the red, sticky face of Richie Tozier. His messy fringe had been plastered to his forehead with tears, and his cheeks were so wet that it looked as if he’d been swimming in the river. 

Eddie stared down at Richie, his hand still holding onto the wooden door as his mouth hung agape. Richie’s dark brown eyes peered back up at him, his coke bottle glasses magnifying the fresh tears sitting on his waterlines. Eddie couldn’t help but gape at the boy, his Hawaiian shirt sleeves beginning to grow crusty from the snot wiped on them.

“Richie?” Eddie finally whispered. The other boy looked embarrassed.

“Hey, uh, Eds,” Richie replied, breaking the eye contact between them hastily. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, especially not Eddie.

“Are you, um… okay?” Eddie asked, ignoring the nickname Richie had used without a thought. He usually snapped at the use of it, but it went right over his head as he peered down at the shaking boy beneath him.

Richie quickly tried to wipe away his tears, but to no avail. His shirt was already soaked through from his crying, and his hands were sticky with snot. His glasses dangled at the edge of his nose. There was no point in pushing them back up, they’d just slide down again.

“I’m jeest foine. Don’t ye worry, just a sad song come on this ere radio,” Richie attempted to speak in his Irish Cop’s Voice, but failed dramatically. His voice cracked halfway through, and Eddie could tell there wasn’t anything funny behind Richie’s humor.

Richie put on his best smile to try and seal the act, but Eddie wasn’t having any of it. He swung his legs over the edge of the clubhouse entrance and shuffled on his bum until he could turn around and lower himself down with his arms. Slowly, his feet touched the dirt beneath him, and he gently closed the hatch above him soundlessly.

It was dark at first, as Eddie’s eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the clubhouse’s dim light. But soon he could make out Richie’s figure, and he carefully made his way over to the shaking boy. He made an effort to not hit the radio on his way over, but he kicked it slightly whilst sitting down beside his friend. Normally Richie would kill him, but he took absolutely no notice of it.

Eddie had no idea what to do now. He’d never been much for comforting other people, and the shock of seeing Richie Tozier so distraught was still lingering in his mind. The boy beside him was now giving off small hiccuping sniffs, a lame attempt to hide his crying. Now that Eddie was sitting shoulder to shoulder with him he had no way of masking his shaking sobs.

“Richie, what’s wrong?” Eddie whispered. Richie was quiet, and for a second Eddie thought the crying boy hadn’t heard him over the radio. He was about to repeat the question when a shaky voice replied.

“It doesn’t matter. You should probably just go, Eddie, I don’t want to have to bother you with my dumb problems.”

Eddie frowned, his brows creasing above the bridge of his nose. He’d known Richie for far too long, and none of his bullshit was going past Eddie. He scooted closer, realized his fanny pack was dividing their hips, and unbuckled it hastily. He threw it somewhere nearby the radio, and he heard his medication shake inside the bottle as the pack hit the floor.

Reluctantly, Eddie completely closed the gap between the two of them. Eddie slowly stretched his legs out in front of him, admiring the space in the underground room without five other people in there. He lay his hand awkwardly over Richie’s shaking shoulders, immediately regretted the action, but felt uncomfortable moving it away. So there it stayed.

“You can tell me anything, Richie. You know that right?” Eddie whispered, and then felt like that was too cliche and added: “I won’t even beep you.” He let out a small, nervous laugh and hoped that Richie wouldn’t decipher the awkwardness in his voice.

Richie let out a long sigh, and Eddie’s arm moved upwards with his shoulders as he let out the deep breath. He suddenly felt relieved that Eddie was here, and felt his heart give a tug at the sudden realization of the small boy’s arm draped across his shoulders.

“Do you ever just feel like nothing is going your way?” he asked, and when Eddie didn’t reply he went on. “I don’t know, I just feel like there’s a lot of things I really want, and I just can’t get them. No matter how hard I try.”

Eddie wasn’t exactly sure what Richie was getting at, but he nodded his head anyway.

“What sort of things?” he questioned.

Richie sighed again. “So many things, Eds. There’s big things, and then there’s silly simple things. Like my mum not letting me listen to rock n’ roll, baby.”

Richie hoped that joke would lighten the mood slightly, and he felt himself grin slightly at the sound of Eddie’s giggling. Richie loved Eddie’s laugh, and as much as he loved the support from the rest of his friend’s, Eddie’s laughter was always what he really strived towards.

Eddie was just thanking God that it was dark in the clubhouse, as his cheeks had turned bright red at Richie calling him baby. It was just a joke, Eddie said to himself. But deep down he wished otherwise. 

“That’s not what you’re crying about though,” Eddie’s voice was so quiet, and he found himself leaning closer and closer to Richie with each sentence. 

Richie reluctantly nodded, and then for the first time looked at Eddie without breaking eye contact. He stared into the brown eyes of the small boy sitting beside him, one skinny arm laying across his stomach, the other over Richie’s shoulders. His t-shirt was sticking to his collarbone slightly, and Richie wondered if it was from the humidity or if somehow the boy was nervous. A smile spread over Richie’s mouth at the later thought, and Eddie was quick to notice.

“What?” Eddie giggled, Richie’s huge eyes staring straight at him as he smiled. It was a loving smile, and Eddie absolutely adored it on him.

“Nothing,” Richie answered, and the smile dropped ever so slightly.

Eddie cocked his eyebrow at him, demanding the truth. He wasn’t stupid, and Richie knew this all too well. Richie made a mental note to learn how to lie better.

“I just like you a lot, Eds,” Richie muttered, so quiet that Eddie almost didn’t catch it. The nickname sent shivers down his spine, and Eddie felt warmth spread through his stomach. He loved the feeling, and all of a sudden he felt a wildness inside him that he’d never quite felt before.

Without giving himself time to review the pros and cons of the situation, Eddie leaned toward Richie’s freckled face and planted a tiny kiss on his cheek. The boy’s skin felt wet and warm against him cracked lips, and only as he started to sit back did he fully realize what he’d just done.

Richie’s face was flooded with color, his already rosy cheeks turning a bright red that seemed to glow in the darkness. He wanted to hide it, but he couldn’t stop. Eddie’s tiny peck on the cheek had released a thousand tiny butterflies into his stomach, and there was no way of calming them down. 

Richie looked up at Eddie to see his lips curled into a bright smile. Richie could see every mole, every pore, every freckle that decorated Eddie’s pale skin, and he seemed to fall in love with each and every one. He stared at Eddie’s pale pink lips, feeling an urge to connect them to his own but holding himself back. 

“W-What was that for?” Richie stuttered, not being able to pick his words and stumbling over them like his friend Bill. Eddie only giggled in response, his white teeth casting a glow through the dim clubhouse.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was a kick start towards one of the things I really want,” Eddie whispered back, and Richie felt his heart skip a number of beats. He felt the need to kiss Eddie again, but he was worried that his lips were too snotty for any of that.

Eddie slowly lay his head on Richie’s smooth shoulder. His nose was overwhelmed with the smell of the freckled boy’s sweat, as well as the laundry powder his clothes were washed with. He smelt fresh. He smelt like Richie.

Eddie’s head fit perfectly into the crook of Richie’s shoulder, like that of a jigsaw puzzle. And this is how the two boys spent the rest of the afternoon, Richie occasionally twirling Eddie’s brown hair on his index finger as soft music played at their feet. Slowly, tiny droplets of rain began to patter on the wooden planks above their heads, and miraculously the boys inside stayed dry. Richie silently thanked Ben for his incredible construction skills, because without them the two boys would have to move out of the rain. And Richie was perfectly happy staying where he was.

best friends

a/n: i need someone in my life asap why do i do this to myself,,, i hope you like this anyway!!

word count: 1,8k

pairing: chris x reader

warnings: so so sO cheesy and [chandler bing voice] i loathe myself

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Ever since the day Chris met you he knew you were going to leave an impact in his life. To this day, he actually remembers the scenario you met in perfectly to every little detail. It was a cloudy day and little five year old Christoffer had chosen to go out and hang out in the park close to his home. He was used to play a fireman there alone, which was exactly what he had planned to do but then his eyes landed on you.

You didn’t remember anything from that day or that specific moment, but Chris did. You were playing in the sandbox, building what looked like a castle with the help of your red wooden shovel. Chris was intrigued by your presence, slowly walking closer and closer to you. He found it odd that someone was in his park and in his sandbox and on top of all that it was a girl. Weren’t girls supposed to stay inside and play princesses?

This was the part he always teased you about, no matter the situation you were in he talked to you about it. You were pretty sure at his death bed he’d still be talking about it. Chris was apparently about to reach out to you, when you suddenly had turned around to slap him with your shovel in the forearm. Little Chris hadn’t even been that upset about it, which you highly doubted, and had started to talk to you.

That basically was how you met, and shortly after that you became inseparable. Everyone knew that you were a package deal and would do anything for each other. Some found it annoying, some found it cute. Many had mistaken your friendship for an actual relationship, including your parents.

You felt somewhat anxious when the subject of you and Chris dating came up, since you knew Christoffer’s feelings towards you were strictly platonic. Or so you thought, Chris felt like laughing every time he realized how much he liked you. Hell, he was pretty sure he was way past the liking phase and was slowly but surely falling in love, a thing that he didn’t believe in.

By the time you got in high school, Chris was asked to join The Penetrators. Things had changed since, he became a complete fuckboy and you learnt to push your feelings towards Christoffer aside and even got a boyfriend. Chris on the other hand just basically went from one girl to another, never letting things get too serious since it wouldn’t be right when he had feelings for someone else.

Christoffer loathed your boyfriend and the fact that he had feelings for you wasn’t even the biggest reason for it. You deserved much better than that tool, who was probably just using you. Chris did everything humanly possible to not let his feelings about the relationship show, but you knew him and picked up on it pretty quickly. He was glad that you never got mad at him for it and were actually understanding. Another quality of yours he loved.

And one day, all those things he thought about your boyfriend were proven right. You had called him and asked if it was okay if you came over, Chris immediately responding ’yes of course’ and basically pushing his guests out of his place.

He could’ve sworn his heart broke the instant he opened the door, your normal state of cheerfulness and kindness gone and replaced with tear stained cheeks. Chris wasn’t dumb, he immediately knew what had happened and he was boiling with anger, he might’ve even been furious. At that moment he knew that getting angry was useless, when all you needed was someone to comfort you. Chris gave you an apologetic smile before pulling you in a hug, his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, drawing soothing circles to your back.

Chris held you for a good 15 minutes, not caring if people in the streets could see the scene. When you managed to calm down, you pulled away from Chris and saw that his once gray sweater was soaked through and had mascara stains on it. It was your turn to give him an apologetic smile, he just shook his head and told you ’it’s okay’.

He motioned for you to come in, closing the door behind when you did. You sat on his couch as he went in the kitchen to get you tissues so you’d look less like a panda. He came back quickly, holding the tissues towards you along with a cup of tea which you gladly took. Chris hesitated for a moment not sure if sitting next to you was the best option, before deciding against and just go for it.

Silence fell in the room, you were getting your thoughts together whilst carefully sipping on your tea and Chris was just waiting to see if you’d speak up, he didn’t except anything though. It actually surprised him when you started talking.

”I saw with another girl. You were right Chris and I was dumb enough to not believe you, I’m sorry.” You said, avoiding his gaze because truthfully you were ashamed. He didn’t like the guy and had had the guts to tell you why, you were stupid enough to not believe him.

Christoffer furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. You were smart, or at least smart enough to not blame yourself for things that happened despite what you did. Chris realized that he had been quiet for a long time and you had started to stress.

”No, no, no, no, it’s not your fault,” he hurriedly told you as you turned to look at him. Your eyes were still red from the crying and there still was smudged mascara on your face, despite all that he found you beautiful. ”You’re smart, you know this is not your fault. He’s an ass and you’re better off without him. I could’ve been completely wrong about him, but you chose to trust him because that’s what you do in relationships. This particular guy wasn’t the right one for you, but someone else is and I sincerely hope you’ll find him soon.”

You smiled weakly at Chris, still feeling a little down. Chris was right, he almost always was. You were thankful for having him even as only a friend, even though you wanted so much more. Chris pulled you closer for another hug, you were glad he did. Even when things got complicated Chris was always there. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you started to feel yourself fall asleep in his arms. It felt right, like this was the place you belonged in.

Chris looked at you peacefully sleep in his arms, his cheeks flushing a bit. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten to get a best friend like you and get the chance to fall for you. Moments later, he could feel his eyelids get heavy, him now falling asleep too. His grip was tight enough to keep you in place, your head on his shoulders.

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All of that had happened a week ago now, neither one of you really talking. You were the first one to wake up that day, your cheeks flushing red when you found yourself cuddling with him. You’ll admit you could’ve handled things differently, you simply untangled your self his tight grip careful enough to not wake him up and left. You felt horrible for it, but Chris never came forward to you concerning the matter.

Chris felt like he had done something wrong, but he was too nervous to talk to you about it. It did hurt him a bit when he saw that you were gone that morning, but he had done that too to many people and it didn’t feel nice. It probably was karma or something like that, he thought. Chris sighed loudly when he heard the doorbell ring. Maybe if he ignored it whoever is trying to get in would give up and go, but much to his discomfort that didn’t happen. He opened the door, only to see you once again behind it. He was surprised to say the least.

”I’m sorry I just practically barged in with no notice or anything, but I really need to talk to you.” Chris could tell you were nervous, so he just nodded and let you come in. He gave you an excepting look, waiting for you to explain your sudden visit when you hadn’t talked in a week.

”I’m really sorry for leaving you then, it was wrong. I guess I just got nervous, you make me nervous in general, but like in a good way and I had planned out a whole speech but now I’m completely ruining it by blabbering,” you told him quickly, the rush in your tone surprising yourself too. Over the span of the week in which you and Chris didn’t talk, you had realized how strong your feelings towards him were. You talked about it to Noora, who convinced you to just tell Chris even though it might not end up well. And that was what you were trying to do right now, come clean to him about your feelings except that it had gone much more smoothly whilst rehearsing in your room.

”I really like you Chris and I want to be with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same.” You said, only now daring to look up at Chris. Your eyes went wide when you saw his expression, his eyes were beaming with admiration and love, a dorky smile plastered on his perfectly carved face.

That was all the confirmation you needed to know he felt the same way. Your heart was racing when he placed his hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. His face was inches apart from yours, his breath fanning over your face. And then he leaned in, tenderly capturing your lips in his. You both poured all the feelings you had ever had in that kiss.

It didn’t feel weird like you had anticipated at first, it felt normal. It felt like after years of pushing back your feelings, pieces of the puzzle were finally getting in the right place, as it was meant to be. Chris was the one to pull away, the smile he previously had still on his face.

”Can you believe how much of a cliché we are?” Chris said, earning a laugh from you. It was true, but neither one would want it to be any other way. You were both happy and eager to make this work. Maybe your destiny was to become best friends and fall in love. Maybe, just maybe you were soulmates.

go venture far beyond the shores

Summary:  Henry’s not actually sure if they own rubber bands – Mary Margaret’s always had a thing for bullclips and Tupperware and somehow the obsoleteness of rubber bands had been translated over to her daughter’s household as well – and, also, because he’s not wholly sure Killian knows exactly what a rubber band is.

remember how Many Moons Ago i promised kristen i’d write her captain cobra and i started a four-parter fic and never finished any of the scenes except this one yeah that was cool anyhoops here is the Only Finished Scene bc if i had to see it sitting in the wip folder one more time i might have cried. also its probably not canon compliant bc i dont know WHAT theyre doing anymore but!!! hope u enjoy ur re-read @this-too-too-sullied-flesh

“Okay, okay. Get this – a rubber band.”

Killian frowns at the upside-down video game controller in his hand.

“Or we could just use one of Mom’s hair ties,” adds Henry, because he’s not actually sure if they own rubber bands – Mary Margaret’s always had a thing for bullclips and Tupperware and somehow the obsoleteness of rubber bands had been translated over to her daughter’s household as well – and, also, because he’s not wholly sure Killian knows exactly what a rubber band is.

Oh, wait, there it is – his eyes are lighting up with recognition.

“You mean something akin to a spring mechanism,” he says thoughtfully, propping his arm up on his knee so that he can inspect the controller more closely. Henry is mostly sure that Emma would be chill with them borrowing one of her hair ties. Mostly.

She kept complaining about losing them all the other day, though, so it’s really a hit-or-miss sort of thing.

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You’re an idiot

Request: hello! can i request something? the reader is new to peter’s school and they start talking and then the reader starts to have feeling for peter but he likes liz, times passes and peter realize that he likes the reader back? can it be angsty&fluffy? sorry if its too much!

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: angst and fluff!! (I’m pretty bad at angst so forgive me!!)

Notes: I’m the worst at writing that is all xoxo


Sophomore year was supposed to be my hardest year – it was supposed to be hard for me to make friends, everyone had already known each other from the year before, then there was the fact of me being too shy, to the point that I’d rather shove myself into a locker than attempt to even a single ‘hi’ to anyone looking at me. The key phrase here is ‘supposed to’ – Peter Parker made everything that much easier for me, the moment I walked through the door.

I walked into the school building seven minutes after the final bell rang, my anxiety crept up to me knowing I’d have to walk into an already-started classroom and interrupt the teacher, I took my time walking down the hall, heading to my classroom. I turned around hearing someone running behind me, but before I could glance at the person their body slammed into mine and threw us on the floor. I ended up lying on top of the person who collided into me, their hands wounded around my waist. I heard a mumbled ‘shit’ and finally looked down at the person who bumped into me – a boy, a cute boy, with brown hair and brown eyes and very – very – strong arms.

“Shit, I’m sorry – I just, I’m late again. I – I didn’t see you! I’m sorry.” He rushed to lift both of us up, his arms still around my waist. I glanced down and looked up at him, my cheeks almost as red as his – I’m assuming. “Sorry – again.” His hands immediately left my waist as one landed on his hip and the other carded through his hair. I looked down at my schedule, realizing I had no idea where I was going. I looked back up and smiled softly, feeling bad that he was so embarrassed.

“It’s cool, but to make it up to me you can show me where room 304 is?” He smiled widely and nodded quickly. “Sure! I’m going there anyway! AP Physics, huh?” I nodded as he held his hand out to me. I shook it and we went on walking.

“I’m Peter. Uh – Peter Parker.”

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”


“Are you serious? How did you get a better score than me?” Peter threw his arms up drastically, signaling between both of our papers. I rolled my eyes and laughed as his gaze fell forward again, watching where he was walking.

“I only score two percent higher, Peter. Don’t be ridiculous. I could tutor you if you want.” I teased him, shoving him slightly. When he didn’t say anything, I turned around to look at him. He looked like he was in a trance, his pace lagging a couple of feet behind. I tried to follow his gaze, my eyes falling onto Liz Allen. I rolled my eyes and quickened my pace, trying to get to catch up to Ned at his locker so I didn’t have to mope over Peter being an oblivious idiot.

Since Peter and I met sophomore year, we’ve been inseparable since. Getting to know someone for two years was fun, but when it came to harboring a crush on said person for almost two years was exhausting, and having to watch them like someone else was just ridiculously pathetic – especially when you didn’t do anything to stop yourself from liking them.

“Hey Ned!” I bumped his shoulder slightly with mine as he shut his locker. He smiled down at me. “Where’s our third musketeer?” I rolled my eyes at the mention of Peter, nodding toward Liz, who was now speaking to Peter. I looked up at Ned again to catch him rolling his eyes, too. “That kid is painfully stupid.” My eyebrows pulled together in question.

“What are you talking about?” He shot me an incredulous look. “What?”

“Oh, come on! You and Peter have been destined to fall in love since he threw himself on top of you two years ago,” my cheeks flared a little, also growing a little irritated that Ned knew that I liked Peter and Peter didn’t.

“Shut up,” I shoved him again, “he didn’t throw himself at me, he bumped into me… hard.” Our conversation was cut short as Peter rushed up to us, out of breath.

“Did you guys see that?” He rushed out, giving us exasperated looks when we shrugged our shoulders, “Liz was talking to me! Like, actually talking to me! We had a real conversation!”

“Oh? About what?” Ned leaned against the lockers, shooting Peter a non-believing look.

“Well, it was – well, I mean it was about the school campaign,” I laughed lightly as Ned rolled his eyes, “but! But, we talked about strategy for, like, four minutes!” Ned started walking out the door as we both followed him. “Anyway, she also got my number.” This caused Ned and me to stop in our tracks, wide-eyes and mouth-gaping at Peter as he gave us a cocky smirk.

“How’d you swing that, Romeo?”

“I told her that if she ever needed help with the campaign, I’d be happy to lend a hand.” I huffed before starting to walk back to my apartment.

“(Y/N)! Where’re you going?”

“Home! I’ll see you guys on Monday.” I sighed dramatically as I felt Peter’s hand clutch mine, ignoring the tingling sensation it shot through me. “What?”

“We’re still on for tonight, right? It’s movie night.” I smiled slightly as he mentioned our bi-weekly movie night. He stuck out his bottom look in a weak attempt to shoot you a pleading look. Your smile widened as you nodded. “Good, I’d be extremely sad if you ditched our date.” My cheeks flared a little at the word ‘date’, knowing he used it loosely. “See you tonight!” He pecked my cheek before walking back to Ned. I continued to smile as I walked to my apartment.


“Alright, which is next? Back to the Future or Peter Pan?” I looked behind me to see Peter reaching for his phone as it vibrated.

“Hm, surprise m – holy shit!” I jumped from his sudden outburst.

“Jesus, Peter! What’s wrong?” I saw him collecting his things frantically, causing me to worry as I reached to grab his jacket from him.

“Liz texted me! She wants me to come over to help her with something.” I dropped his jacket on the ground in front of the door. I turned around and gave him what I assumed was a disapproving look. “What?”

“You’re ditching movie night to help Liz with a stupid campaign?”

“I – come on, it’s not stupid.”

“Peter, it’s a high school campaign – will it matter next year?” He hesitated before rolling his eyes at me.

“Come on, you know I like Liz.” I threw my hands up. “What?”

“Why? Why do you like Liz? Is it because of everything you don’t have in common? Is it the fact that you’re both nothing alike? Is it because she’s friends with everyone who torments you everyday? Hm, you’re right, Peter! What’s not to like?” His mouth was open as he stared at me with wide eyes. His face contorted to one of anger after a beat of silence.

“You know what? Screw you! God forbid I like a girl who isn’t you, right?” My whole demeanor changed as my shoulders slumped and I looked at him like he had two heads.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Go! Go hang out with Liz, go jump off our roof and swing off into the sunset together for all I care! Just – just, get out!” Both of our breathing was the only thing that was heard in my small living room. We both stood and stared at each other, waiting for the other to break the silence. Finally, he walked up to me, picked up his jacket and slammed the door after leaving.  I walked to my couch, dialing Ned and asking him if he could come over.


I fell asleep at around eleven o’clock, eventually crying myself out against Ned before he tucked me in and left. I woke up to the sound of light tapping on my window. I looked out to see none other than the friendly neighborhood asshat. I looked at my clock and saw it read 11:26. I opened my window but didn’t let Peter in. “What are you doing here?” He reached up and pulled his mask off, showing a sheepish smile on his face.

“Can I come in?” I looked outside into the quiet – and cold – streets of New York before moving to the side and allowing Peter to step in.

“Okay, why are you here?” I looked up at him to see him playing with his fingers. He sat on the edge of my bed, placing his mask down on my bedside table and patting the spot next to him. I sat on the desk chair instead, waiting for him to speak. He looked up and sighed at my choice of seating.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“That’s one word for you.” I heard him chuckle, cursing myself when I felt myself smile faintly at the sound. He stood up and kneeled in front of me.

“I’m so sorry,” his hands came up to unfold my arms, “what I said to you – god, that was such a dick move. I – I just, shit, I don’t even know. I thought I liked Liz –” “Thought?” “Yeah, I don’t like Liz.” His hands began blindly playing with my fingers.

“If you don’t like Liz then why did you ditch me?”

“I don’t know, I really thought I liked Liz. But, then I got there and I couldn’t even stand being in the same room alone with her for more than forty minutes. I kept thinking about how we didn’t have anything in common, and how badly her friends have treated me, you know she didn’t even try to apologize when I brought that up to her.” He stood up, pulling me with him, him leading us to my bed. “I just kept thinking about how much I’d rather be with you.”

“Peter,” I stopped talking when he shook his head.

“No, please, just let me get this out.” I nodded for him to continue. “It took me actually being with Liz to realize that the only person I’d want to be around is you – like, I want to be with you, all the time if I could. Liz is cool, but,” his right hand came to rest on my cheek, “she isn’t you. And, I don’t know why I ever thought she could be.” My breathing hitched as he leaned toward me. “Would you totally hate me if I kissed you right now?” His voice was brought down to a whisper. As soon as I shook my head his lips were on mine. Both of his hands rested on my face, pulling me impossibly closer. His hands dropped to the back of my neck, tilting me upwards to deepen the kiss.

“Peter,” I sighed into him as he pulled away. His breath hit my face as he rested his forehead on mine.

“Yes?”

“You are an idiot.” He laughed slightly before nodding. “But, I wouldn’t like you any other way.” He pecked me again before pulling away completely, smiling widely at me.

“Good, you’re kind of stuck with me now.”

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three / apple martini

UNI AU co-written with @ineffably-styles

a story of late nights, unorthodox household plants, and a trip to Vegas that changes everything

Harry groaned. “Please don’t start a war with him,” he begged. “The last time someone started a war with Louis we all ended up spending the night at the police station. I still haven’t heard the end of that from my dad. He banned me from seeing Louis for two weeks afterwards. I was twenty. My dad grounded me when I was twenty because of Louis,” he frowned. “Maybe he had the right idea banning me from seeing him.”

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Superstition

He managed to take exactly two steps before they had him surrounded, trapped between the wall of their grimy bodies and that of the Hanged Man.

“Well, look what we have here. Pretty little staff you carry there.”

“You’re a long way from Darktown, Healer.”

“Came all this way for a bit of stew, did you?”

I should be so lucky.

He had been hoping for a little food and company, but neither Hawke nor Varric had been there. He hadn’t even been able to find Isabela, who was usually glued to the bar, only Fenris, with his stupid eyebrows raised at him from across the room, all smug condescension… Anders had been out the door only minutes after he’d entered, his mood soured and his stomach still empty.

And now here he was, cornered by a nice little mob of Lowtown’s finest. Just what he needed. And to make matters worse, the bloody elf was watching him. Anders could see him through a window at the far side of the wall, comfortably lounging in his chair as he observed the scene with a bored expression. Probably looking for a show, or a front row seat to Anders’ last moments of freedom.

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PURPLE

Chapter 5: Stupid Smile

Evan got off the plane, scanning the airport as he looked for piercing blue eyes from the crowd.

“Where’s he meeting us?” Georgia said, trying to follow her partners eyes, but failing.

“He said somewhere in here. The guy’s never been very good with detail.”

This caused Georgia to laugh. Evan had said so much about Jon. So much. She knew how much he wanted her to meet him, and how much he wanted to see him.

“I think that’s him.” Evan said, frowning slightly.

Jon looked different.

He was wearing a beanie over short dark hair. His jaw had got more defined and so had his high cheekbones. His eyes were still a piercing blue but were held down by dark bags. His arms were covered in fresh ink that Evan hadn’t seen before and he had new piercings. One on his eyebrow, another in the centre just below his bottom lip and a load more ear piercings.

Basically, he looked fucking hot.

Jon caught his eye.

“Hey, Jo, long time no see.” Evan cried, pulling him into a hug before the other had a chance to say anything. He had grown taller too, now he towered above Evan’s height. It was weird.

“Hey, man!” Jon exclaimed excitedly. It was Jon. It was his best friend. But Evan couldn’t help but still feel this tingly nervousness in his stomach. “Everyone’s dying to see ya! Oh, and you must be Tylor, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“It’s Georgia.”

“Shit.” Jon looked sheepishly at her. “That was the last one.”

Evan started to laugh, which didn’t look good when Georgia frowned at him.

“I told you he had a bad memory.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Well, for pointless shit you don’t, but important things just go in one ear and out the other, I swear!” Evan laughed harder.

Jon pouted slightly, looking towards Georgia.

“Sorry…” He mumbled, staring intensely at her.

She smirked, grinning. “Hey, don’t worry about it. At least Evans having a good time.” She punched his arm lightly.

“Anyway, let’s find the others. They should be at my house.”

The ride back was strange. They had caught a taxi back to Jon’s and it was a mostly silent one. Evan wasn’t sure what had gotten into the pair that hadn’t seen each other for a year, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He didn’t have the courage to ask his best friend how he was, about his piercings and tattoos, about school. His bottled excitement was stuck in his gut and he couldn’t force a sound out. Jon was silent too, was he tired? Sad? Evan wasn’t too sure. He had never seen Jon so out of focus from his giggly nature.

Jon sat next to him, his eyes darting towards Evan ever so often almost in encouragement. He didn’t know what to say to Evan either, somehow scared he would stutter his way through even though he knew Evan wouldn’t judge him. It was a weird feeling. He had almost gained enough confidence to speak before the taxi driver stopped, ushering them out onto the street in front of his house.

It was quiet as they entered the house, before Evan heard the muffled laugh of who he guessed was Lui, and then the hush of Tyler and David. It was them. It was all his friends. Yeah, he had made friends who liked him for the quiet side he had. But these guys were different. They knew him.

“Welcome home!” They all shouted, jumping out from behind Jon’s sofa and from his kitchen. Evan started to laugh as David missed his queue, jumping and falling over the sofa.

“Hey, man!” Tyler sung, bringing his friend into a big hug. He had shot up since last year and now towered above Evan as Jon did.

The rest hadn’t changed at all though. The only differences were that Luke and Ryan had both grown bulky beards, Craig and Marcel had been to the gym and Anthony had new ink just as Jon had. But it was them.

He greeted each person, one by one in their own unique ways. Some hugs, some high fives and some handshakes, in the ironic way of course. He really did feel at home.

“Why you’ll welcoming me home? This isn’t even my house.” Evan smirked.

“It might as well have been, you two were always around each other’s.” Tyler pointed out, grinning. This made everyone laugh. It was weird how they all fell back into place again. All but one.

He could feel Jon staring. He needed to get used to him again. The intense stares were making his spine tingle. Was it different or was he just weak to it after not seeing him?

He turned to catch the blue orbs in his. Jon was laughing along but watching him. He didn’t break eye contact as others would if they were caught staring though. He kept it, smirking.

‘What?’ Evan mouthed, causing Jon to shrug. Only then did he break the stare, his eyes going towards Lui who seemed to be up jumping on his sofa.

“So Evan, how’s life been?” Ryan mumbled over the sound of shitty speakers.

“Good, man.”

“So I’m guessing this is the lucky lady then?” Ryan said, catching Georgia’s eye.

Ryan was about Evan’s height, with brown hair and beard, and a freckled face. His eyes seemed to be some sort of hazel mix, which were soft. She could tell he was a charmer just by the eyes. They were beautiful.

Evan turned his head, almost surprised to see Georgia there. To be perfectly honest, he had become so overwhelmed from the past, he had forgotten she had been by his side. He felt a wave of guilt pour over him. He wasn’t normally this ungentlemanly.

“Yes!” He exclaimed, Ryan raising an eyebrow at his sudden loudness. “It’s more like I’m the lucky guy though.” He slipped in subtly causing Georgia to giggle.

Ryan rolled his eyes, smiling.

“It’s good to have you back.” Ryan stated.

“It’s good to be back.” Evan replied, grinning as he watched Ryan’s eyes dart to Jon who was talking to Brock and Brian. “How’s he been?” Evan asked and Ryan’s eyes shot back to him, his lips humming before answering.

“To be honest with you Evan.” He responded, keeping his eyes on Evan. “Not so good. It’s been bad not having you here. He’s really felt it the worst.”

Evan bit his lip, looking at Georgia when she gripped his arm. She looked up to him with an emotion he couldn’t quite read.

“How bad?”

Ryan sighed, now looking away and towards Luke who seemed to be coming over. “Well, his mom’s in a bad way at the moment. He’s trying to look after her as his sister’s left. It’s affected his grades and he’s convinced he hasn’t passed this year as well as the dyslexia. They still haven’t given him help for it. You were his only help. I would help him but he said he doesn’t want it, so I left it.” Ryan paused for a second as Luke came over, tucking his arm around him.

“Alright, sugar tits.” Luke laughed, pushing into his friend slightly. Ryan frowned, staring at him.

“What?”

“I’m being serious here and you’re calling me sugar tits.” Ryan replied, still pressing against him. “I’m talking about Jon.”

“Oh, and how he rejected you?” Luke smirked.

“He rejected you too, you idiot.”

“Oh yeah.”

Evan coughed, causing the two to look at him. “Anything else? I need to know this stuff, Ryan. He hasn’t asked me for help either or said anything about family shit to me. Why’s he being all secretive?”

“I don’t know. He’s locked all of us out since last year.” This time it was Luke to speak. He was now watching Jon. He could feel Ryan’s gaze on him though making him smile.

“You should talk to him.” Ryan stated, watching Luke’s grin grow.

Evan nodded, looking towards Georgia who frowned. “Could you stay here, G? I really need to-”

“I get it.” She said smoothly, the voice didn’t match her face though as it was still frowning at him. “Go on, I’ll stay here with these two handsome gentlemen.”

Evan felt his heart ping slightly. Of course she was joking, but it felt real. “Okay.” He mumbled monotone making his way towards Jon. “Look after her, guys.”

“Sure man.” Luke said, still cuddled up with Ryan who clicked his tongue as Luke put his head on his shoulder.

Jon could feel the force come up behind him as it brushed his back. Hands came down over his eyes as he stood talking to Brock and Brian about who they thought was the worst teacher at school.

“Guess who.”

He instantly knew it was Evan. His voice was deep and husky as he whispered, hot breath hitting his neck.

He was so close.

“Is it… Santa?” Jon joked. He heard Evan huff in disbelief at the childish choice.

“No! Guess again.” Evan mumbled, his voice just as childish as he verbally made his pout know. Jon’s laugh caused his hands to vibrate. He had missed his laugh so much.

“It’s that damn chicken-uh-owlman.”

Evan started to laugh, moving his hands from the other man’s face. He hadn’t just missed his laugh, no, he had missed all of him. Every little thing. From his dimpled smile to the silly stuttering.

“Chickenman! It’s batowl, you bitch.”

“I forgot, okay!” Jon exclaimed back, smiling. Evan grinned.

Brock laughed, causing Evan to jump. He had forgotten they were even there.

“Hey man, can I take this handsome man for a second? I need to interrogate him.” Evan asked. Jon lifted an eyebrow at him, his stupid grin still planted on his face.

“Go for it. I already have a handsome man here.” Brock laughed, bumping into Brian who snorted.

“What do you want me for, Evan?” Jon now asked seriously when they had gone up stairs into his mom’s room; that actually had a door.

Evan loved the way he said his name. It was endearing.

“I just wanted to see how you have been.”

“I-”

“Truthfully.” Evan said, turning to stare back at the eyes which were piercing him. Evan could feel his face start to flush as he watched the teeth grind on Jon’s abused lip with Jon humming into it slightly.

“Like I always say, it’s shit without you here.” Jon sighed, watching Evans eyes soften. He loved the shape of his eyes, the rich brown that was so warm it could light a fire, the crinkles as he smiled and the way they were so kind and caring when they looked at you. There was no intensity about them, they were just soft and calming.

“You know you should’ve asked me for help.”

“Well… I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“What? Disturb me? From what?”

Jon paused for a second, his hands curling into each other.

“Well from like other friends, and like, studying and things. You wouldn’t reply for like hours anyway, so I assumed you were busy.”

“Jo, I’m never too busy if you need help. I would have sat down and stopped everything if I knew you needed me. I thought you were busy too.”

“How could I be busy? Doing what?” Jon mumbled, remember the nights he’d let the time tick for hours without realising it as he waited. He didn’t know what for. Maybe something that would make him stop thinking?

Evan shrugged. “You have a life outside of me. I assumed you were out with the gang or something. But they said you have been to yourself.”

“And?”

“And I don’t want you to be. It’s bad to keep shit to yourself and to bottle stuff up, Jo. You know it. Tell me what’s up.”

“The sky.” Jon smirked jokingly. Evan didn’t laugh though, and gave him such a stern look he actually thought he had pissed him off.

“It’s the ceiling actually, get it right, you idiot.” Evan smiled, bumping against Jon’s shoulder lightly, causing a giggle from Jon.

“Alright, alright, the damn ceilin’ then.” Jon muttered, starting to lay back, feet dangling from the bed.

“Hey, you still haven’t answered me seriously. Don’t start going to sleep!”

“I’m not,” Jon replied softly, watching Evan join him on his back. “I can still hear you.”

“Then tell me. What is up? What’s been wrong? Tell me everything you haven’t in the last year.”

Jon hummed as he thought. Turning his head to see Evan watching him, giving him a small smile. He had missed that smile.

He exhaled loudly before telling Evan everything he could remember, he found it hard to get into words as he stuttered, his brain not cooperating with him.

He told him about how he was already behind a year and had made a new friend in class called Bryce who helped him through the day, how his mum was getting worse as she laid in her bedroom for hours without a word, how he hadn’t seen his dad this year, how his sister had found dealing with their mum too much and left, how sometimes he’d lay there like his mum and think whether he meant anything, how he got called gay for the purple sheet, and how Tyler and Craig beat the shit out of that guy, how he missed being little again, how he missed having a door and how he missed Evan. God, he had missed Evan.

Evan laid and listened, with Jon actually at one point stopping to check if he hadn’t fallen asleep, he was that quiet. But he was awake, listening to the strain in his friend’s voice, the way he laughed after pain and the way he began to hold himself. He hadn’t seen him so hurt before without him unable to do anything. It hurt him too. He was useless.

“And you know, I really have missed you big, big, big time. Like massive. God I have missed you.” Jon said gently. His eyes darted over to meet Evan’s.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to sit at your old house and play video games with you, whilst eating oreos and milk, and having your dad bring us up more dinner than we could eat! He cooked such awesome shit. And your mum, walking in on us laughing and doing that smiley tutting thing she’d do. And your sis’ calling us to play Mario Kart downstairs with her when she didn’t have her own friends over.” Jon mumbled, his voice barely audible over the loud music downstairs. “I just miss you and your family being here.”

Evan clicked his tongue, coming to sit up but keeping the stare. “Well guess what?”

“What?”

“I haven’t missed you at all.” He smirked, Jon hitting him lightly.

“You bitch, I pour my heart out and you shit all over it.”

Evan laughed lightly, coming to embrace his friend, inhaling the scent he hadn’t smelt for over a year.

“Of course I missed you, you idiot.” He whispered deeply causing Jon to shuffle against him. “I really have. I miss your stupid laugh, and remarks, and stuttering, and the way you have to use your hands to explain things, and the way you smile, that sounds so gay, but I do man, and the way you have to laugh at everything and the way you talk to yourself to get motivated before doing something, and just like every retarded thing you do. You just make me laugh so much, and it was so quiet without you, and I never want anything to be so quiet ever again.” Evan exhaled harshly, Jon looking somewhat astonished that Evan had said something so sweet about him.

“Wow, you should be a damn rapper with those skills.”

“What?!” Evan exclaimed before laughing. There he was, there was his best friend.

“What you guys doing up here? Making out? Come on Evan, this is your freaking party man!” Tyler remarked as he found the two in the bedroom together.

Evan huffed, getting up off the bed. He wished he had been making out up here rather than pouring his heart out. It had made him tired.

Evan led Jon down the stairs as they followed Tyler. They hadn’t realised they had been up there for a solid hour. Everyone else was hammered apart from the pair, and Luke who didn’t drink.

“Let’s get this party started bitches! I found them upstairs having sex in the bedroom.” Tyler sang making everyone ‘ooo’ in surprise.

Evan tutted.

“We were talking about shit, you bitch.” He laughed. Tyler was a dick sometimes, but that’s why they were friends.

Tyler smirked, looking over to Georgia who looked annoyed. “Chill your tits, women, I’m joking. No finger poppin’ each others asshole’s tonight.”


“Evan, I think I’m going to leave.” She mumbled into his ear. He frowned.

“Why?”

“I don’t fit in here, Evan, and it’s not like you have any interest in me right now, you didn’t even defend me then.”

“He was joking-”

“Why did I even come? I thought this was going to be a nice holiday for the two of us, and just me meeting a couple of your childhood friends who would go quicker than come. But no, they’re all over you like some stupid kids. Especially fucking Jon-”

“Oi.” Evan gave her a stern look. “You wanted to come, so I said yes. I didn’t invite you to. And they’re my friends, I haven’t seen them in a year and you’re getting on me for being clingy to them and vice versa?” He huffed in annoyance. “Says you who is clinging to me. Go make some friends or something.”

Evan had never been so bitter in his life. The silent bicker caused only a few turned heads. Only when she stormed off did everyone look over.

“What’s going on?” It was Brock to come over, his face flushed with alcohol.

“Nothing, she just wanted to go home.”

Brock hummed, looking towards the door.

“And not come back?”

“Something like that.” Evan shrugged. He whipped out his phone as he tried to call her.

“Georgia, where are you?”

“Evan, fuck off okay? You know what? Fuck off forever, you stupid cunt. I have had enough of you talking to your friends like they’re more to you than I am.” She was crying hard on the other end as the wind crackled the connection and the alcohol slurred her words.

“G, they’re my friends. You can’t compare them to you.”

“I am and I will. I’m getting the next flight back up country, and delete me off your contracts. I don’t want my new boyfriend to think we have anything between us. Bye forever, asshole.” And with that the phone went dead. Evan brought it down slowly and stared at it. What the fuck had just happened?

Everything had happened so fast.

“Rejected?”

“More like fucking dumped, jeez.” Evan mumbled, he wasn’t sure what he felt.

It hurt.

“Hey, what’s up, w-what’s wrong?” Jon said, coming over with the drink he had grabbed. “Do you want me to get you a drink?”

“He just got dumped.” Brock replied, watching Evan’s face. It didn’t show anything and yet Jon seemed to realise something was up.

“Wanna talk about it, Ev?” Jon asked, lightly touching Evan’s forearm. He shook his head gently before staring at his best friend.
Without another word he grabbed the drink Jon was holding and within a swig it was gone.

“Oi bitch, that was mine! I asked you if you wanted one!” Jon exclaimed causing Evan to giggle.

“It’s mine in my belly now, bitch, come get it if you want it!”

Jon chuckled his high excited giggle which Evan felt like he hadn’t heard since they were little. It was hyperactive, like he was ready to start running away from him, like he had done with Luke so many years ago.

He wasn’t going to let one woman ruin a night he wanted to remember as being the best reunion ever.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10691808/chapters/23781867

Jar (John Laurens/Reader)

this is short - i’m sorry :) 

Prompt: I’m starting an idiot jar. Anytime you do or say something idiot, you have to put at least a dollar in - more depending on how stupid the thing is

Warnings: None

Length: 429 words

Note: please send in more requests! I love writing them!


“I’m starting an idiot jar,” you announce one morning, entering the sitting room with a plastic tub in your arms, the word ‘idiot’ scrawled on it in black sharpie. “Anytime you do or say something idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it — more depending on how stupid the thing you said or did was.”

The occupants of the sitting room — Lafayette and Mulligan — laugh, whilst the third — John — looks at you with a nearing horrified expression.

You set the ‘jar’ down on the coffee table, never breaking eye contact with John, and smile at him. “I’ll be the judge of how stupid it is.” John raises his eyebrows before his eyes drop down to the jar, which is currently empty. Everyone around him doubts it will last that way for long.

“You might as well put all your money in it now, Laurens,” says Lafayette teasingly, loving the way that John is unable to be stubborn against you. He loves you too much for that, and never wants to hurt your feelings. Mulligan snickers at Lafayette’s comment and John shoots them both glares before returning his focus to you.

“Y/N, I love you and all, but sometimes I have no clue what you’re on about. Is this just some scheme to get rich?”

You hadn’t thought of that. “Maybe. But maybe it’s also to stop you being an idiot because, really, John, it’s growing a little worrisome.”

Unable to stop himself, John’s cheeks tinge pink. Lafayette and Mulligan laugh and you shoot them pointed looks, almost questioning why exactly they are still in your house. However, neither moves, and you’re forced to ignore them.

“Well,” begins John, a little unsurely at first. “If we just got married, we’d share all our money anyway.” He gives you a helpless smile and you almost cave in and say yes. Then, you shake your head, picking up the jar and pushing it his way.

“Fill this up first. Then take me to dinner.” Lafayette and Mulligan laugh again, making ‘oooo’ing noises. You glare at them, as does John, and the pair of them shrink back, still laughing.

“That’s not a no.”

Laughing, you lean over and kiss John lightly, placing the jar firmly in his hands. “It’s not a yes. Like I said, fill up the jar and then we’ll talk.” John groans loudly as you walk away, rounding the corner just as you hear a loud crash followed by two familiar laughs.

Then:

“Your game is weak, Laurens. Might as well put a dollar in the jar.”

Telling them Apart

EXO-K

Suho is the leader, you can tell who is he by looking for the person who is almost all the time ignored and looks like he will cry if he’s made fun of one more time. Most likely when he’s seen with the rest of the group he has the “don’t mess with me or i will ground your ass in no time” look. Suho can sometimes look like the word “daddy” personified or he can look like a 30 year old man who’s given up on life and there is no in between. Can be squishy and cute. $uho’s wallet is thicker than his eyebrows.

Baekhyun is the little black haired shit the one who looks like an adorable puppy that makes you want to punch yourself. Most of the time he’s on screen and when he’s not…no actually he’s always on screen, it’ll be easy telling who he is because he talks a lot and makes stupid jokes that you laugh at because he laughs at them as well. In a performance or a music video you can tell who he is by waiting for the high notes and looking for the person who looks like a baby lion trying to roar for the first time and has neck veins more popping than your booty. A way of finding him is throwing a cucumber into the group, whoever runs away and cries is Baekhyunnie

Chanyeol is the giant, he’s basically a Korean yoda-fairy-elf-puppy. 90% legs, is on screen a lot if not he’s humping fawning over Kai (I’ll tell you about him later) Sometimes makes jokes but most of the time is the one who’s laughing over baek’s jokes cos he has a thing for him. Can be spotted by looking for giant ears that make him look like Dumbo or something. He’s the one with the deep voice, the vibrations from his voice will get your panties wet, trust me I’m a scientist. You can also spot him by looking for the one who’s whoring out on the ‘V’ sign, V standing for virgin.

D.O. i don’t even know how to describe him, he’s either super handsome, super squishy or super satanic, you can never tell which one he’s gonna be.50% eyes 50% lips. His eyes are big enough for you to see the trapped souls of fangirls, the number 1 fangirl being Kai. His lips will give Angelina Jolie a run for her money and her husband cos D.O. brings the boys out, he brings the gay out in everyone. Whenever Baekhyun is around he is the one who looks like he can kill someone, looks like he’s given up on life and doesn’t know who the other members are. When he smiles sun shines check it out using lyrics but honestly his lips are perfect for smiling, but before he smiles he has this little smirk that makes him look like he knows all your dirty little secrets.

Kai is hot as fuck i don’t care, let me hold onto my panties cos shit. In a performance or a music video he is the one who is always, alWAYS hot. He’s on the taller end of EXO. His jawline is sharp enough to cut through diamonds i am not lying. Kai’s lips are like D.O.’s but not as plump. It’s easy to tell him apart he’s the one who either has dark brown/black hair or a greyish blond colour. Either looks like a 5 year old boy or a 20 year old model. Off stage he is cute and looks like a ball of fluff, almost childlike. Like Chanyeol he laughs at jokes but it’s not really a laugh, it’s more of a opening his mouth as wide as he can and shouting “HA HA HA HA” ya feel? Also when he laughs you can spot him by the one who hits people who are next to him. He makes you want to cuddle him but also do very inappropriate things, will hip thrust his way into your heart fuck you kim jongin.

Sehun the maknae. The one with the hair that always stays in shape yet never the same colour, you can tell who is he by looking for the strong eyebrows, he’s the tall hot shit that you really want to do even if he isn’t your bias. When he’s not around all the members he looks really cold and arrogant but in reality he’s a softie. Sehun’s voice is also deep and his dancing makes you want to scream. When he talks he does this eyebrow thing, you’ll know what I’m talking about when you see it. Ways to find him: shout yehet and he will be obligated to shout ohorat and you shall find him. Almost always has his tongue sticking out of his mouth and if by chance that’s not happening he’s making the ( -  /\  - ) face, is basically 97% legs.

*takes a deep breath* time for EXO-M 

Xiumin he is your bias even if he isn’t your bias, he used to be chubby and adorable but now he’s xiuman and hot. He’s small but his arms aren’t, you can tell who is by the one that Luhan is clinging on to, it’s kind of hard pointing him out in performances or music videos, or even at all because he’s small and quiet but whenever he does talk you’ll find him because all the attention will be on him. He’s hot and cute at the same time. Sometime he looks like the youngest but then he does the eyebrows and BAM you’re on the floor crying over a 24 year old Korean who has too much power. He can make the boom boom’s in your heart go BADOOM BADOOM with just one look, i want to marry him and that’s that. He’s a real life Disney prince, the end.

Luhan is the finest piece of China available, constantly looks good. If you’re trying to find him in an interview or show wait for a joke to be said and look for the one who looks like they have no chin, he has delicate features and flawless skin which make him look girly but he isn’t, he’s not okay. Looks like Bambi, sings like an angel and dances amazingly well. His thighs are big and muscly so just look for those and you will have found Luhan! Most of the time he is around Xiumin. Luhan is utter perfection, literally idgaf he’s better looking than anyone and it makes me angry and sad because i love him so much. I have so many feelings for Luhan and you will too
IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: HIS SURNAME IS LU 

Kris okay I know he’s not part of EXO anymore but he’s been in every single era okay so imma do it. Let me explain to you a thing, he is incredibly handsome, incredibly tall, incredibly talented. Whenever EXO wave at the camera or whatever look for the big yaoi hands, who’s hands are they? Kris. This is gonna be short, Kris is hot, tall, fantastic hair, deep voice. His voice is deeper than the ocean and will make you cry, imagine him calling you baby and you have an automatic breakdown why? It’s too good to be real. You can easily tell who he is by looking for someone who looks cool but then he ruins it by saying something stupid. his eyebrows can sometimes make him look like an angry bird The End.

Lay is the angel, the pure heart, the unicorn. A distinct feature is his dimple, it’s deep enough for you to cry into and then drown yourself in it because he’s too perfect to be real, his bottom lip is cute and pops out, why? Cos he bites it so much it’s probably swollen, poor thing. He is incredibly handsome and cute. In Korean interviews he doesn’t say a lot but in Chinese one’s he’s the one who always makes everyone laugh and smile, Changsha’s Pride; that’s what he is. Every member of EXO loves him and he loves every single member too. On camera he’s the one who spends about 60% of his screen time bowing. He’s very forgetful and can seem lost and confused so that’s how you find him. He’s extremely precious and kawaii. Even if you don’t love him, he will love you. His smile will give you diabetes

Chen is the one who you forget is actually talented. All the time he is trolling people, teasing them and mocking them it doesn’t matter if the member is his hyung or dongsaeng he will fuck you up with his words and laugh about it till the world ends, his laugh will echo in your ears at night leaving you with no sleep and you shall shout out his motto “WAEEE”. ChenChen is the one with high cheekbones, just as high as his notes and a kitten like smile and a cute adams apple. There’s something about his forehead that you’ll like, I can’t explain it. In music videos and performances he’s the one who does the high HIGH notes and does a little kick after he finishes. 

Tao: looks like an assassin but is actually a 12 year old girl. He’s one of the giants of EXO. Long ago when Tao’s teaser came out everyone thought he would be the cool mysterious one but boy were they wrong, whenever Tao tries to be cool or cute it fails, but when he doesn’t try it works. Looks like the Asian Miley Cyrus with blond hair. Always, I mean, always with Sehun cos he’s a raging homo for him or bickering with Baekhyun. Basically look like a cat/assassin who sleeps a lot. In airport pictures he’s the one constantly on his phone. Doing what? Looking at his nudes cos he loves himself like that. If you ever hear about an idol being very sexual with the fans, it’s Tao. 

now comes the hard part of deciding which one of these shits is your favourite, it wont matter cos in the end you will cry about all of them at 3AM. Enjoy the ride but even if you don’t they will cos they ride each other till the sun rises

it doesn’t matter because you’ll love all of them equally :)

Attacked *Requested*

I uh…I dunno if this is really a trigger but this contains bullying(verbal and physical) of some sort…and like belittling so yeah..sorry? I’m not used to the trigger thing and all and I really don’t know what exactly the triggers are, so sorry if some of my writing ever offends or hurts anyone.
Also I typed this in the car on my phone, so my bad about the mistakes, and I hope you like it, hun. And inbox me if you guys want a part 2


You tapped your foot anxiously, chewing on your bottom lip as you sat and watched the time go by. The soft tick, tick, ticking of the clock on the wall nearly driving you insane. Your eyes then quickly went from the clock to your packed bags in the corner, then to the front door. You had been sitting and waiting for him to come home for almost an hour, and the anxiety was eating you up alive.

“You have to go through with this, Y/N. Don’t back down, don’t give in.” You spoke to yourself, trying to build confidence to do what you were about to do.

You were going to leave Calum. It wasn’t because you weren’t happy, nor was it because he cheated. Calum had done absolutely nothing wrong, he was the most amazing person you’d ever met. His fans on the other hand were…not so great.


You were humming a song you had heard on the radio on your way to Wal-Mart, pushing the basket and shopping like everyone else. You were simply just being a normal, everyday person when three girls walked up to you with frowns on their faces.

“May I help you?” You questioned as you grabbed Calum’s favorite cereal off of the shelf, then you reached for yours. Sharing cereal in your apartment was never a thing. The argument that would take place after eating the other’s cereal wasn’t bad - it was actually quite hilarious - but it would leave you two not talking for two hours.

“Are you Calum’s girlfriend?” A strawberry blonde questioned, tucking her long hair behind her ear.

“Yes?”

“We want you to leave him alone.” She spoke again and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“We said leave Calum alone. You don’t love him anyway, you just want him for the fame and money.”

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, sweetcheeks, but I don’t care for the fame and I definitely don’t make or get any money by being with him.” You laughed lightly at their accusations and walked away from them, pushing your basket in front of you.

You thought it would end at that, but boy were you wrong. Suddenly your hair was pulled roughly, causing you to fall flat on your ass. Before you could get up the brunette kicked you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you and causing you to feel immense pain. The strawberry blonde pulled your hair to make you look at her, her two friends standing on either side of you.

“Leave Calum alone. He doesn’t love you, he only wants you there as his personal fuck toy. You’re not even pretty; you’re fat and you’re just overall a pathetic worthless human being.”

“If you don’t leave him alone, I swear we’ll come find you and kill you ourselves. We’re not the only fans who wish you would disappear from the earth.” The other friend who had been silent this whole time spoke and your eyes widened at the threat.

Sure, death threats kind of hurt your feelings through a screen, but that couldn’t compare to what you felt when there were three girls glaring at you with so much hatred in the eyes saying it to your face.

You felt tears sting at your eyes from both physical and emotional pain. The strawberry blonde then pushed you roughly to the ground before kicking you herself, her friends following suit. By now you were full on sobbing and heard a few people shouting and the sound of multiple footsteps running towards you. The three girls took off and you looked up to see two girls recording from a distance while an older man and woman helped you up, questioning if you were okay. You grabbed your purse and took off running, leaving your basket full of groceries in the isle.


Calum was at the studio with the boys, working on new songs. You were going to just leave without saying a word, just disappear from his life, but you couldn’t do that to him. As you sat there, thinking about the incident that occurred earlier, the pain from the few bruises that had formed since that morning becoming more noticeable, you heard the front door open.

“Babe?!” Calum yelled into the apartment, sitting his belongings on the small table next to the door.“I brought McDonald’s!”

You smiled slightly at the gesture and stood from the couch, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He made his way to you, his face frowning up when he noticed the bruise on your face.“What happened to you?”

“I fell down the stairs.“You lied, letting out a light laugh.“I saw a really big spider and panicked.”

Calum smiled at you, but you could still see the worry in his eyes.“You’ve seriously gotta be more careful, babe. A spider wasn’t worth falling down the stairs for.”

“It was huge!” You continued and he let out a laugh this time.

“Anyway, I bought you some chicken nuggets.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You sure?”

“Uh, yeah. I ate already.”

“Well, more fries for me.“He shrugged as he grabbed the bag and went to sit on the couch. You bit your lip nervously, not knowing exactly how to begin…how to break his heart.

It was only when he reached for the remote and looked up to turn on the tv did he notice your luggage sitting in the middle of the living room.

"Why are all of your bags here? Did you finally clean out the closet?” He questioned. You had been irritated about how messy the closet was, yet you never wanted to actually clean it. You were saving it for a day where you actually wanted to be productive and not lazy.

“Uh..somewhat.”

“Come sit down. What are you standing up for?” He asked and continued to eat the fries from the bag.

You couldn’t help but to feel guilty. He didn’t even know what was about to hit him. Calum was sitting there being a smiley ray of sunshine, happily munching on fries and you were about to break his heart.

“Calum, we need to talk.” You saw him tense up, his hand pausing just before it reached in the bag. The two of you had talked about this before, you knew how much those four words caused Calum to do nothing but panic every single time.

“About what?”

“I uh…Look, I love you alot, Calum-”

“You’re really starting to freak me out.” He interrupted. You never called him Calum unless it was something serious, and the guilty look on your face had caused his anxiety levels to rise.

“I’m uh…I-”

“You cheated on me?” He jumped to conclusion.

“God, no. I’d never cheat on you.” You frantically shook your head.

“Is there someone else?”

“No, there’s no other man involved at all. ”

He let out a relieved breath, leaning back against the couch cushions.“Okay, nothing else can be worst than that.”

He had no idea.

“So what’s up?” He said after a few moments of silence and you just decided to blurt it out and get it over with.

“I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going? To see your parents? Cause I’d love to meet them again they were-”

“No, Calum. I’m leaving…” You trailed, biting your lip as you added the last word,“you.”

Silence.

That’s all you got in return; silence. You watched as Calum stared at the bags in realization, letting your words sink into his brain. He bit his lip and stood to look at you, tears pooling in his eyes

“Uh..why are- what did I do?”

“Nothing.”

“Is that the problem? That I didn’t no anything? Was I not enough, I didn’t buy you enough gifts? I didn’t love you enough or-”

“No, Calum, I’m saying you didn’t do anything wrong. This is all on me.”

“But, but why?” You watched his lip tremble and heard his voice crack, and you thought there was nothing more sadder than him in this moment.

“I can’t handle it anymore, Calum. Your lifestyle, the busy schedule, the tours, your fans.” You said ‘fans’ through clenched teeth, now feeling angry instead of hurt by what took place.

“Y/N, please. I can work something out, okay? You can come on tour with me and-”

“Your stupid fucking fans!” You yelled, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“I know they can be a little harsh, babe, but don’t talk about them please.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Calum.” You yelled and now he was really confused. “They can go fuck themselves.”

“Stop it."Now he didn’t know what made you so angry all of a sudden, but he wouldn’t allow you to talk about his fans like that, his girls. The people who helped him achieve what he and his mates had become.

"They think that just because I’m with you I’m some dumb hoe who wants money and fame, so they sit behind their computer all day and talk shit. I’m sick of it Calum, I’m real sick of it.”

“Don’t take your anger out on them.”

“You should tell the bitches the same thing! They’re like fucking animals!”

“Y/N,shut up!”

“Yanno, maybe this is for the best.” You let out a laugh.“ You can’t help the situation, nobody but myself can. Have a nice life.”

“You’re not leaving me without an explanation.” He gripped your arm as you went and turned away.“ Just a few days ago we were talking about forever and now you want to up and leave.”

“Let me go, Calum.” Your eyes watered and you fought hard to keep those tears from running down your cheeks.

“No, Y/N/N. I promise I’ll fix this. I can talk to management and you can tag along with me whenever you like.”

“It’s not that, I just…I don’t want to live like this anymore. Just let me go and I’ll disappear, you’ll never hear from me again.”

“But that’s not what I want, Y/N,” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes,“and deep down that’s not what you want either.”

“It’s what I want, it’s for the best.”

“It’s not and you know it!” He suddenly shouted, letting go of your arm.“ You can’t fucking make me fall this hard in love with you, stay with me for almost two years, talk about a future with me and fucking leave! You’re going to give everything we’ve built up because of a few mean comments from my fans?!”

“No you fucking idiot!” You raised your voice, Calum jumping from the volume. You’ve never screamed at him like that.

“I’m leaving because your insane fans fucking attacked me in Wal-Mart and told me that I was nothing but a fuck toy who wanted fame and money! They called me fat and worthless and ugly, and they stomped the shit out of me and-”

You couldn’t finish, you just sunk down to your knees and sobbed. Calum stared at you in shock, now understanding why you suddenly lashed out about the fans, why you wanted to leave him. He would probably want to leave him.

“Y/N…”

“They even threatened to bring more and kill me, Calum.”

“Jesus Christ.” He sighed, throwing his head back on his neck, raking his hands through his hair.

“I’m covered in bruises and I’m fucking scared.” You mumbled out, wiping the tears from your eyes roughly, looking at your hands. “I can’t live like this anymore, Calum.”

“We can do something about this, Y/N, you don’t have to leave.”

“Yes I do. They’re not going to stop hating me, it’s only going to get worse.”

“Please,” He begged as you stood grabbing your purse from the counter. It was now you had regretted not leaving while he was gone. This was way harder than it should’ve been. He should’ve just let you go.

“I’ll have someone pick up my things.” You pointed to your luggage, not having the energy to take them out to your car. Plus, you were pretty sure Calum wouldn’t even let you.

“Y/N,”His eyes had teared up again and you looked at the ground, not being able to watch him break. You couldn’t give in, and you wouldn’t. This is what was best for you, this is how you would feel safe.” Don’t do this to me,princess. Please.”

Calum reached out for you but you stepped out of his reach, his arm falling limp at his side. You quickly made your way to the door, but just before you could open it he spoke again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry.” Was the only thing you said as you yanked open the door and slammed it shut behind you, leaving behind the most important person in your life.

it won’t even hurt.

➵ characters: zico x reader
➵ genre: fluff
➵ wc: 1781
➵ summary: you get his name tattooed on your ass. it’s that plain and simple. but technically, it’s your fault.
➵ author’s note: this was actually fun to write. these type of requests are easier to write because it flows out of me with ease. there are jokes in this, it’s all for fun.
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Don’t Trust Me (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You are captured by S.H.I.E.L.D and possess a strange ability and knowledge of a foreign threat. When the Avengers are called in, they decide to help you. But can you be trusted? Besides the eminent danger, there is an annoyingly handsome guy with a metal arm who just loves to push your buttons.

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Word Count: 1677

Warnings: Age of Ultron spoilers, possible language, angst

Originally posted by blackinjustice

You follow Fury into a small room, just the two of you. Your hands are clammy.

“What kind of information am I looking at?” You ask, trying to keep your breathing normal. He looks at you somberly.

“A video,” He finally says. “A video of you.” You cross your arms and clench your fists. Fury opens a laptop. “Just watch it.” You lean closer and examine the screen. The picture is a little grainy, but you can definitely tell it’s you, a few years younger. You’re sitting in a chair in the middle of a room, your wrists tied to the armrests. A men stood in front of you.

Do you have a family?” The man hisses. You stared back defiantly.

Yes.” You said back. The man slapped you across the face, the sound ricocheting off the walls of the small room.

Do you have a family?” The man repeated, his face harsh.

Yes.” You said with less confidence. He slaps your face again, even harder than the first time.

DO YOU HAVE A FAMILY?” The man roared, his voice echoing. You shook your head.

I don’t know.” You whispered, cringing in anticipation. The man patted you on the shoulder.

Your family is dead,” The man said. “But you will become the future.” The video cut out, and a new one took its place. You laid unconscious on a table, all sorts of needles in your arms and legs, and a device around your head.

Is she strong enough?” One of the scientists asked. The man from the previous footage smiled.

She is the strongest we have. She will be powerful, but first she needs to be wiped.” The scientist nodded. He turned to the others in the room.

Inject the serum in three, two, one.” The scientists pushed down the syringes, and monitored your vitals. The man paced beside you, studying the needles and the bruises on your cheek.

Wipe her memory,” the man said. “She can’t remember who she was.” The scientist nodded, and pressed a button. The headpiece whirred to life. The younger you opened your eyes and screamed, a devastating sound that hurt your heart.

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Prompt from @naomilasenby “Dex is fixing the dryer in the basement and Nursey is watching (and chirping) him. When the chirping turns to arguing, they then realise the basement door won’t open. They’re trapped. And no one else is in the Haus.”

“You’ve been fixing that for forty minutes now.”

Nursey comes down the basement stairs with a plate of cookies that smell divine. Dex has been down here for forty minutes, and he skipped lunch to do this, so he’s starved.

“I am well aware.”

Dex continues unscrewing the back panel of the dryer, expecting Nursey to head back upstairs. He does not. Dex can tell due to the loud chewing noises.

“Stop that.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Crunch.

Dex shudders and then sighs. “Fine, at least give me one.”

“No way, Fitzwilliam, these are mine.”

“That is not even close to my name.”

“I was going to go for Fitzwilliam Dexter in homage to Fitzwilliam Darcy, but then I reconsidered on account of how unfair that would be to Darcy.”

“Well I’m actually relived not to be compared to a fictional character with no game. Now, can you leave me alone so I can finish this?”

Dex raises an eyebrow at Nursey, waiting for him to take his stupid cookies, and his stupid rolled above the ankle jeans, and his stupid smirk up the stairs with him.

Crunch. Crunch.

“Oh my god!” Dex explodes. “Get out.”

Nursey heads to the table and sits down, starting in on another cookie. Dex has no idea what Nursey is getting from this torturing of Dex. Does he enjoy seeing him worked up? Making his skin burn red?

Dex almost throws his screwdriver against the wall but he’s not one to damage his tools. Instead, he slaps it harshly on top of the dryer and marches over to Nursey.

“Up, up.” He shoves Nursey off the table and plants his hands on Nursey’s back to shepherd him up the stairs to the door.

“You’re surprisingly strong,” Nursey says with absolutely no exertion in his voice, like Dex isn’t manhandling him.

They reach the top of the stairs and Dex reaches around Nursey to open the door. One problem though. It doesn’t open.

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  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *working*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* So, I heard you slept with Moriarty.
  • Molly: *still working* Yup.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Why?
  • Molly: *shrugs* Because I wanted to.
  • Sherlock: *scoffs* So? You want to sleep with me and you never have!
  • Molly: *smirks* You're jealous.
  • Sherlock: *pouts* He's a mass-murdering psychopath and you let him...*grimaces* touch you.
  • Molly: *sighs* I didn't sleep with Moriarty, Sherlock. I dated Jim from IT.
  • Sherlock: *looks at her*
  • Molly: *steps closer* And I don't want to have sex with the high-functioning sociopath *whispers in his ear* I'm going to shag Sherlock Holmes.
  • Sherlock: *immediately drags her to a supply cupboard*

Beat It: K.M

(Kol being an amazing friend and showing up when she is really scared of someone coming after her, he brings a bat and admits he will protect her at all costs. She starts crying because of the hallucinations and he comforts her and admits something…)  

Word count:1137

At times I hated living here, I hated the way the floorboards would creak with every step, how the lights would never shine in every dark corner and how there would always be a cold breeze blowing from some unknown area but mostly I hated the fact that I was alone practically every night- that definitely added to creepy factor of this old villa.

“Ugh where is he?” I muttered clutching the blanket further around my body, using it as my own shield. Every other night I seemed to manage living here but tonight something just wasn’t right- so in a panicked state I had called the first person that came to mind. Kol.

Granted there were more things to be scared of like the fact that he was an original bloodsucking vampire but we had passed that stage in our friendship years ago. I looked up to Kol and I knew I could trust him.

The sudden creak of the front door frightened me, making me spin around to see Kol in all black attire and equipped with a baseball bat which he held over his shoulder. I sighed in relief- glad he wasn’t some intruder I’d have to try and fend off. “Thank god you’re here” I exclaimed watching him close the door behind him and walk further inside. His walk was always so strong and proud- it just must be the Mikaelson way.

“So what’s the problem?” He asked curiously eying me up and down and most likely internally laughing at my sponge bob pajamas, I glanced at him and frowned.

“Well-I-I just don’t feel comfortable here alone” I whispered the tears started to fall from my cheeks as the sobbing began. Kol leant his baseball bat against the couch and walked over to me.

“Shh it’s alright I’m here” he replied pulling me into his chest and holding my head there as he whispered into my hair. “Don’t worry I won’t let anyone hurt you” he cooed as my tears stopped.I closed my eyes trying to savour the moment as I knew Kol was never usually a hugger.

When he pulled away he placed his hands on both my shoulders and slouched his frame so his eyes were staring directly into mine, I was captivated by the sight of his hazel orbs and I only hoped he spoke soon so his wouldn’t get awkward.

“Why don’t you feel comfortable here?” he questioned slowly, it took a while for me to absorb his words having gotten lost in his eyes but soon enough I realised the reason why I had called him here and my fear grew more prominent.

“I-I always f-feel like someone is here” I admitted, feeling in a way ashamed to be so fearful while in the presence of the fearless. Kol sighed which made me look up again to see a small smile at his lips.

“Y/N I’m sure no one is here but just to make you feel better I’ll go have a look” he suggested letting go of me and walking towards the bat. My heart jumped at the thought of being alone.

“No!” I yelled, instinctively running towards him before I realised how stupid that must have looked, Kol raised his eyebrow and I stepped back. “I mean- Can I please come with you?, This house already gives me the creeps and I don’t want to be alone…”.

I waited patiently for some kind of rejection or laughter but it never came, I looked up to see Kol staring at me- straight faced. “Come on then” he smiled sticking his hand out for me. Just the very thought of holding his hand made me try to suppress a smile, however I got over myself and took it.

-

When he said we would search the entire house I didn’t think he actually meant it, all the bedroom, cupboards, bathrooms and closets of this villa had been searched and now- at least an hour later we had found ourself in my bedroom with Kol still holding my hand. I couldn’t get over the fact at how brave he was and how safe he made me feel, granted he was a thousand year old original vampire and had probably seen a fair share of horror back then but it still felt nice to have such an amazing friend.

“Thank you” I proclaimed making him stop and turn around to face me, his smile appeared as he left go of my hand.

“It was really no problem Y/N” he replied with a smile before picking up the bat and placing it over his shoulder, “Are you alright to stay on your own now?” I paused and began to panic at the thought of him leaving. “Y/N” he repeated, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Um- I- w-would you mind staying? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s just that I like you-your company, I like your company and what’s the point in leaving, it’s such a long trip back and it’s late and-”

“Okay” he replied stopping me from further embarrassing myself, I looked up at him flabbergasted. “There’s just one thing I have to do first” he continued as he looked me up and down.

“What’s that?” I asked staring straight back with curiosity flowing through my eyes. All of a sudden he dropped the bat onto the ground and walked straight towards me before placing both hands on my cheeks and smashing his lips to mine. I was taken back by his actions, never had I thought anything like this would happen, but here I was sloppily trying to kiss back.

Once I caught up I moved my hands up his chest, feeling every muscle moulded into his torso before lacing my arms around his neck. His lips were velvety and plush making the kiss passionate and not out of lust- though I wouldn’t be complaining if they were. Kol immediately bought his hands down to my hips and trailed them up from there, I smiled as the warmth from his hands found my skin.

Lost in the moment of kissing my friend, I held back a moan and slowed our kissing pace. Kol smiled through the kiss bringing it to an end. I gazed at him with a confused look. his hazel beauty’s showed something other than just an act of compulsion and as he played with the back of my shirt it hit me. All this time and it had taken one kiss with Kol to realise why I called him here and why he had kissed me.

“Y/N, I love you”.

(Sorry for any mistakes)

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