how did anyone even put up with me

angelycdevil  asked:

I'm starting a new convo because that one got really long...but can we talk about the fucked up way SHIELD dealt Steve? Here's this guy, this 26 (???) year old who was frigging DEFROSTED from the ice he was in for 70 YEARS and they put him in a house in the middle of nowhere before bringing him out to fight ALIENS using HYDRA weapons. Like. What. The. Entire. Fuck.

Ookay so yeah. I stopped watching Agents of SHIELD awhile ago but when I heard about that, I checked out the episode. I was really heartbroken. I don’t have the psychological knowledge to have an opinion on how to handle a situation like that, but I feel putting someone in isolation who has been through something as significant as that wasn’t the best plan?

I want to know, did they ever ask him if he even wanted to be Cap again? Was he even given a choice? I mean, clearly, he’d still say “yup sign me up.” But…did anyone ask if he’d want to go back at it? Or was he just “you have a mission and here you go the end.” It’s been so long since I’ve seen Avengers I kind of forget what Fury and Steve talked about in the gym with the punching bag. (Oop, looks like I need to watch again!) haha 

I would’ve liked someone to have been his friend. Just a person to talk to and hang out with in the cabin. I don’t care if they’re even a professional psychologist. I would’ve just liked him not in isolation. He had all that time to hate himself and miss Bucky and wonder where Peggy was or how she was or wonder about all the people he knew and what happened to them. I just think that’s so sad. 

Not to mention the effects of solitary confinement on anyone detained….. like …. it’s not easy for anyone and it’s certainly not something anyone should subject someone to (but here we are IRL detaining people in solitary…. I’m not bitter or anything…. -_-)

But anyway, Steve. 

I didn’t like that :( 

Imagine Tony Finding Out he has a Teenage Daughter...

request: Can you do headcannons for tony stark finding out he has a teenage daughter?


Originally posted by passion-of-arts

- you always bounced around from foster home to foster home

- your mother died in a car accident just after you turned 5 and left no record of who your father was

- she was a runaway and had no family

- you were always rather rebellious and wicked smart

- you ran away from foster homes very often

- once you even faked being a college student to get an internship, but someone noticed your belongings in a storage closet and ruined it

- you made it your life venture to find your father

- you had a few of his belongings that your mother had on her when she died

- a small picture of the two of them kissing and then with arms around each other (but it had a f*cking coffee stain on it right by his face) and a notebook from Stark Industries so you figured he must work there

- always being extremely smart and in advanced classes despite moving constantly

- you did a lot of research and finally found a copy of the same picture you had online on a tony stark website, the label beneath was: Tony Stark (right) with current girlfriend Y/M/N (left)

- so you found the tower and left for new york, hopping trains and buses

- you snuck into the building one night after a security guard was switching shifts and you caught the door before it shut

- you wandered around until you found his lab

- it was AWESOME

- but as you explored you heard a whoosh and turned around to see none other than your father holding a gun and with his iron man fist glowing

- “you have 5 seconds to tell me who you are and what the hell you’re doing here little girl”

- you were speechless but then he started counting, “I THINK YOU’RE MY FATHER”

- he really had to sit down for that one

- tony running his own blood test and vision even confirming it

- he doesn’t hesitate to take you in

- but he is wary of you because he looked up your record

- “damn, 15 foster homes and a break out of all of them, impressive. but if you even think of pulling anything here, you’d better think again”

- assuring him you won’t run away

- showing him tech you started working on to improve his suit after finding out he’s your dad

- “you did this for me? but what if you came and hated me?”

- “this could be used against you…” he respects you for that one

- father daughter tinkering days

- training with happy/black widow/anyone commencing immediately

- he even makes you a suit: “this is NOT for use, it is for emergency only.”

- the smirk you have gives you away and that night when you sneak up to try it on he is already there sitting in a revolving chair

- “how did i know you’d be here?”

- “because i’m just like you?”

- for that comment and the pride he feels he lets you put on the suit

-… which was a mistake because you fly away immediately, igniting a race between you running and him trying to bring you back

- him overriding the suit and having it fly you home

- “dammit, guess i’ll just have to learn how to override the code myself” you’d muse

- he’d be SO GODDAMN PROUD, but also ur ass is grounded for a month and the suit is on friggin lockdown

- he’d have his hands full with a brand new 15 year old, but Pepper and everyone else would be really good with you

- omg the first time you are on your period and whine about it in front of him he kinda freaks out and treats you like you’re dying

- “LAY DOWN LAY DOWN.” “do you need water” “chocolate?” “wanna watch a movie” “I SAID LAY DOWN, DON’T HURT YOURSELF”

- yelling at him for smothering you

- “god, dad. leave me alone, it’s just a period.”

- silence and then “that’s the first time you’ve called me dad..”

- you sitting straight up and realizing it too, then making fun of him, “wanna go outside and toss around the pigskin pop?”

- he is just as fast, “anything is fun with my boy-scout son”

- laughing for ages

- watching movies together to catch up on lost time

- you falling asleep with his arm around you and him feeling so lucky that you found him

- always making him proud papa™

-even when you built a laser for the science fair and cut off a girl’s ponytail by accident

- “oh come on, disqualified?! it was an accident! my daughter made a laser, the girl’s hair will grow back”

- promptly being asked to leave

- having fun with all of the avengers

- each of them taking on a different family member role

- your father sending you out of town whenever something big goes down in new york

- but come on, happy is no match for you and you have recovered your suit by that point and come to help

- he is FURIOUS but you save his ass

- huge argument over you coming

- not talking for a week because he wants to destroy your suit but you want to be an avenger

- natasha and pepper (surprisingly) both taking your side

- pepper’s words got through to him, “she is your daughter, she will end up here eventually and you would much rather help her through it and still have a relationship than estrange her and cause her to do it alone”

- shopping trips with wanda

- always getting cheek kisses from your dad

- every single night, before you go to bed he says goodnight and that he loves you

- calls you “little hero”

- also, he’s really good at helping you with homework

- being content because tony is everything you ever asked for…and more <33


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Ok the cancellation of Sense8 was prefixed ok. It’s not like Netflix didn’t know how much the show was costing. They had a freaking budget for it. Netflix is basically a TV network now okay. Before they didn’t really had to advertise because they had rights to pretty much all the shows and movies. However, once other networks realized how good Netflix was doing, they stopped given out rights and started streaming themselves, hence Hulu etc. That’s around the same time Netflix started making their own shows (House of Cards, OITNB). Now they are heavily reliant on their original content, just like all the other networks, but guess what? They don’t do nearly as much advertising. If you are going to spend $9 million per episode of a show (which is the reported cost for Sense8 episodes), why the hell would you not advertise it?

Let’s take Game Of Thrones, for instance. That’s another show that is shot in various countries, and costs millions per episode to make. The new season is starting on July 16, but HBO has been advertising that show for weeks already. Not a day goes by where I log into Facebook and don’t see at least 1 ad for GoT.  2 Months before the season is out and they are already getting the hype up. You know many times I saw an ad for Sense8 anywhere? Not once! Aside from a little behind the scenes shoot a year ago (May, 2016), and the Christmas Special, there was nothing! I didn’t even get an e-mail from Netflix telling me that the season had started. My friend had to remind me. How many times did they show Sense8 on the log-in page? I didn’t see it a single time. Did you? The ad from The Crown still there though!

2 years making this season; took so long people completely forgot about it, and then when it finally comes out they just kind of put it out there. No fuss; like it was nothing. How many times did the actors show up on late night or any other popular talk show  to promote Sense8? How many magazine spreads? Any promotional online photo-shoot and or campaign? Are you seriously going to tell me that they budgeted over $100 million dollars to produce the season of a show, and then expected to make their money back without any promotion? You don’t even have to be a business person to know how ridiculous that is. Anyone who’s ever made anything know that no one is going to buy your product, if they don’t know you’re selling it. The show doesn’t have a comic book following to back it up like the marvel shows, so it needs promoting. And with a nearly $100 million dollar budget, there is no way promotion and advertisement was overlooked. You don’t make a project that big and then just forget the fact that you need viewers watch it. This was done on purpose, and the fact that they are not even wrapping up the story shows exactly what kind of company Netflix is becoming.

Next year there’s gonna be 13 episodes on why some white boy became a school shooter, and another 12 on the shitty story a white boy with glowing fist doing bad fight choreography though! Herp derp

but how did the even and isak conversation go? were they sitting on their couch, or eating dinner there, and Isak’s feet were laying in Even’s lap as he picked at his food. And Even clearly picks up on his mood and nudges him by squeezing his foot, everything alright? And Isak will shrug and be like yeah of course. But clearly we know that Even can always spot Isak’s bullshit from a mile away, so Even just does his soft Isak. And that just kind of- Isak slumps and puts the mostly uneaten food away and climbs up closer, maybe into Even’s lap, for the conversation. Do you trust me? and Even blinks because?? what the fuck of course he trusts him. more than anyone else in the world? So Even tells him this and Isak nods, i want to know who Mikael is. And once again what the fuck, how did he come in to the conversation?

So Even just kind of tries to keep from completely freezing up and Isak bites at his lip until Even clan unlock his voice enough to say, how did you-? and Isak will shrug, sana knows him, apparently. i saw pictures but she won’t tell me anything. But then Isak might get the defensive tone of voice when he’s frustrated- you know the one where he begins to talk really fast? i just want to know you Even. Like you know me. Every dirty detail, and I thought I did, but I’m beginning to think that there is this whole history that you have and i’m in the dark-

I need time. Even will swallow, but bring a hand to slowly drag through Isak’s curls. He doesn’t know who he’s trying to comfort. I will tell you. I just need time. And Isak will shut his eyes, but nod quietly and lay his head down on Even’s shoulder

|| Yandere!Taehyung || Part 2 || You aren’t going anywhere~ ||

Originally posted by mvssmedia

  You’ve been in this same room for two hours, not knowing what to do. You play with the toy Xylophone and baby rattle, the boy set out for you. You soon grow tired of it and slowly walk towards the door. You knock lightly, trying to get his attention from whatever he was doing. After five minutes go by, he hasn’t responded so you knock harder on the door and yell to gain his attention. After your 4th attempt, you suddenly hear a noise on the other side of the old door. You hear an unlocking sound and you back away from the door quickly.

The door slams open to reveal a very annoyed boy. He glared at you, grabbed your hand, and took you out of the suffocating room. You look down at your wrist in his and start to notice his grip is getting tighter. This grip on your hand is starting to hurt so you tap on his shoulder. “Hey excuse me! It hurts! Please let go.” You ask him in a soft voice. He continues to pull you down the stairs roughly. You wince at the pain on your wrist as he plops you in a seat. “You were so noisy up there, when you’re with me please try to keep it down, Y/N.” You gulp at the sudden use of your name and look down at your feet shamefully.

“Taehyung Oppa likes obedient girls okay? Please, don’t yell in this house.” He scolds you. you nod your head rapidly and he continues on what he was doing before. You peek over his shoulders to find him cutting pieces of sausage. You lick your lips hungrily at the sight of food. Your stomach rumbles loudly, leaving you with pink flushed cheeks.

 He glanced over his shoulder at you and smirks at your embarrassment. He leaves the chicken and goes to the fridge. He pulls out a juice box and hands it to you. “This will hold you over until I’m finished, darling.” He said. 

You take the juice box and begin sipping on it, eyeing him carefully. The aroma of the food the room, putting a faint smile on your face. He stirs it a couple times more and then puts a lid onto the pan. He turns around and catches your eyes, giving you a toothy grin. He walks over to the counter and grabs something out of the cabinet. 

“I got my darling a present. I hope you like it!” He pulls out a small white box. He stands in front of you and opens the small box, pulling out a shiny bracelet. The bracelet was silver with a small green gem dangling from the bracelet. He looks at you with an excited expression. You smile at him cautiously, not wanting to piss him off again. He holds out the bracelet, quickly growing impatient. Once you see his smile falling into a frown, you quickly take the bracelet from his hands and clutch it to your chest. 

He instantly smiles brightly again and turns back toward the food. You fiddle with the clasp attach to the bracelet, becoming frustrated because you were struggling to put it on by yourself. You groan out of annoyance quietly. Taehyung’s head instantly whips around and has a worried look etched on his face. He rushes over and kneels in front of you. Your eyes widen at his actions. 

You raise one eyebrow as he puts on the bracelet with careful hands. After he’s done he slowly looks up to meet your gaze and he gives you a wide smile. He cups his palms onto your cheeks and says to you, “You’re so beautiful, you are my most prized possession darling. That’s why I don’t want anyone to take you from me.” He stands up and turns around and starts listening, leaving you confused. ‘Did he just call me his possession?’  

You really wanted to just step up to him just once and tell him that you were not a toy and you wanted to go back to your family. You wanted to escape. The problem was that even if you did escape, you don’t have a phone or you don’t know how to exactly get home. You stare at Taehyung’s back as he begins to put the food onto the plates. 

He places your plate filled with eggs and sausage and some strawberry milk in front of you. He skips to the other side of the table and sets his plate down. He gazes at you and at your food. You look down and take a bite. You didn’t realize you were this hungry and begin to gobble the food down. All of a sudden you start to choke because of how dry your throat was. 

Taehyung instantly jumps up from his seat and begins to pat your back to get the food out of your closing esophagus. You keep coughing and coughing, craving air until finally, you spit out the eggs. You clutch his shirt and Taehyung rocks you in his arms and coos into your ear. 

All of a sudden the door bell rings. He slowly gets up and heads to get the door. You get up a couple of seconds after him and peek out from the kitchen, trying to see who was at the door. 

You managed to pick up a few words in their conversation. A husky voice said, “Tae you promised you would hang out with us at Kookie’s place today!” 

Taehyung responds with a, “Sorry, I can’t Namjoon. I have someone else to play with today.”

Namjoon responds with, “Who, might I ask?”

You hear Taehyung chuckle, 

“You’ll find out soon. Real soon, I promise.”

I’m sorry if this isn’t the best chapter, I recently have tests I needed to take this week so I’m a bit all over the place. I hope you like this new chapter and will stick around to read more. Make sure to like and inbox us!

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Seventeen Reaction: Seeing you in a lingerie for the first time.

A/N: Thought I’d put something out while I work on the next “Dating ___”. I feel like I say this all the time, but seriously feel free to leave any request you have and also maybe check out my other work if you’d like. Also I didn’t think this was too NSFW, but if anyone wants I can add the ‘read more’ option. 

S.Coups: Will go from 0 to 100. This man will be so thirsty for you, he wouldn’t even know how to react. First he’s all flustered but then he’s like “ uh did you dress up for me?” like yeah no duh 

Originally posted by kristian-do

Jeonghan: Angel who? Come again later because he ain’t here.  “Oh honey, now why would you wear that. You know it’s only going to stay on for less than a minute.” Just shakes his head as he walks towards you. You better get ready for the events that awaits. daddy

Originally posted by hanwooz

Joshua: So you think Joshua is this pure child who can only play the role of being a gentleman right? Well YEET- you’re wrong. When he first sees you in the lingerie he is starstruck, but that will only last for so long, because in just the blink of an eye your lingerie is now on the floor. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Originally posted by jihanlife

Jun: Jun would act like he’s all flustered about you being dressed so sexily, but who is he trying to fool here? not me, but lowkey he is a smol bean!! <3 In 0.12 seconds that act is long gone though and trust me that’s not the only thing gone ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Originally posted by mkayy-wenjunhoe1777

Hoshi: Hoshi, oh my what do I tell you? He absolutely does not know how to react. He’s so inexperience, like he can’t actually believe you would even dress in this manner; especially for him. “Wow, you look beautiful. I-” starts stuttering because you look like a dime.  

Originally posted by howon

Wonwoo: When you first walk in your shared bedroom, Wonwoo’s eyes are glued on his computer monitor. It takes a few seconds to get his attention, but trust me the small wait would be worth it. The minute his eyes are on your body, be prepared for some serious body worshiping.

Originally posted by soohuis

Woozi: At first when Woozi sees you in your outfit  he doesn’t really have an initial reaction since he’s still jet lagged from the traveling, but as soon as his brain starts to process what’s going on around him… hmm boy this bean will be so flustered up. “You look- uh” he can’t even form a coherent sentence. 

Originally posted by woozioppa

Mingyu: “Mingyu? Mingyu? Mingyu? Oh my fucking gosh, he’s fucking dead.” Okay but seriously, this guy’s mind would just start wandering. Doesn’t even know what to do besides stare at you. “Mingyu? You there?” you ask. nope

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

The8: From the moment Minghao lays his eyes on you, you best believe that he will waste no time in getting his hands on you. Minghao’s eyes would be filled with lust, about to get this show on the road. ok but this gif tho

Originally posted by ftwonwoo

DK: At first glance Seokmin doesn’t think much about what’s going on, but after taking a second look at you. Whoo, his eyes would grow twice in size. Seokmin would be a little bit more softer with his praises and remarks, ya know being the gentleman he is and all. still knows how to work it though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Originally posted by jongindiaries

Seungkwan: Oh this kid… The minute he walked in on you lying on the bed in a lingerie, oooo his mind will just turn into smush. Seungkwan would stand there staring you down, thinking about the things he wants to do to you. 

Originally posted by dank-svt-memes

Vernon: Vernon can be walking into the house looking all cute and smiley and the second he sees you waiting for him in your lingerie, his face will just change in a hot second. ”Why don’t I help you take that off and maybe we can get some stuff going in the bedroom, yeah?” holy heck he’s so confident and cocky i luv

Originally posted by hanwooz

Dino: You thought you were going to get a reaction from this child. sorrynotsorry I don’t make up the rules, Jeonghan does. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Originally posted by jeong-hanie


🌸Sexy Zone, revealing things about each other🌸

Profile questions:

Q1. Birth date
Q2. Birth place
Q3. Something I’m addicted to right now
Q4. Something I bought recently
Q5. Something I’d like to do this spring
Q6. My favourite quote
Q7. My character within the group

Matsushima Sou:

A1. 97/11/27
A2. Shizuoka
A3. Watching dramas
A4. Many concert DVDs so I can learn from their performances
A5. A trip to Kyoto
A6. „Every effort will surely be rewarded“. When I was in elementary school, a teacher told me these words.
A7. The one who is easy to make fun of. I often get corrected when I do mistakes and I feel like I get teased at least once a day.

Sato Shori:

A1. 96/10/30
A2. Tokyo
A3. Dancing. Especially to hip hop music from the 90’s!
A4. A dancing outfit. I got baggy clothes.
A5. Explore other regions. I am promoting my movie and having performances in March so I’m looking forward to going to many different places.
A6. „Even if it’s raining a rainbow might appear. But if you don’t hold your head high you won’t notice the rainbow.“
A7. Making witty comments. Five years ago it was different… the other four members were the ones who made witty comments about me (laughing).

Nakajima Kento:

A1. 94/3/13
A2. Tokyo
A3. Collecting book covers. Because when I carry scripts and notes in my bag, I don’t want them to get damaged.
A4. A bag with a painting of Dali printed on it. I bought it when I went to see a Dali exhibition!
A5. Magic tricks. While being at a shooting location I want to lift up the mood.
A6. „It is never too late to be what you might have been.“ (t/n: he said that in English)
A7. A skyrocket. Someone who tends to lead exciting conversations. It always makes everyone go „Wow!“

Marius Yo:

A1. 00/3/30
A2. Heidelberg (Germany)
A3. Going back to sleep after waking up. I set my alarm clock two hours before I need to wake up on purpose, so I can go back to sleep one more time. It feels good so I recommend it (laughing).
A4. Face lotion. I use three different types during the day.
A5. Hanami.
A6. „I like you.“ To family, friends, the fans, I want to use these words a lot!
A7. The youngest child. I’m loved by all members♡

Kikuchi Fuma:

A1. 95/3/7
A2. Tokyo
A3. A game called „Momotaro Dentetsu“. Since I finished my bachelor’s degree thesis now I’m enjoying it to the fullest.
A4. A black muffler. Other than buying them to use them with school uniforms, actually this is my first muffler ever.
A5. Dye my hair!
A6. None. I want to find a certain something through someone’s words. I’m still looking for it.
A7. Someone who sees things objectively. It’s important that there’s a balance within the group created by someone who is looking from the outside.

Shori x Sou

Shori: Recently, Sou’s text messages became short! Before that, his long sentences filled up the whole phone screen but now he texts only „Okay“. There isn’t even an exclamation mark!
Sou: That’s because all the members except me use short sentences. So I changed it to fit in.
Shori: The change is too sudden! I became worried because your writing was too different (laughing).
Sou: Well Shori, do you prefer long or short sentences then?
Shori: Either one is fine with me.
Sou: Don’t you think that long sentences are bothersome?
Shori: My partner should be able to send me whatever they want. So, can you reveal something about me?
Sou: In front of me you are like you usually are. When the two of us are on the radio, Shori is being his „natural“ self in front of me.
Shori: …aren’t you conceited? (laughing) But since I’m close to Sou in age, certainly I feel at peace with him.

Fuma x Kento

Kento: Kikuchi is often looking after the members’ hair so he’s the hair producer!
Fuma: Ah~ certainly. Even when I change my own hair style, I think about balancing it with the other members.
Kento: You often give advices too, right?
Fuma: I gave advices to Sou and Marius when they had a strange hair style (laughing). Related to hair, I have something to reveal about Nakajima. That guy said he wants to have short hair!
Kento: What’s with this situation’s mood!
Fuma: We were worried about Matsushima having short hair. So Nakajima said „Well, then I’ll  have short hair first“. It was like Dachou Club-san’s „Douzo douzo“ (laughing). 
Kento: Since no one continued after me, I really wanted to try it…
Fuma: Well, I think short hair would suit you too.

Sou x Marius

Sou: I think that Marius is really smart. Recently you’ve been studying hard, you even did the highest level in an English proficiency exam, right?
Marius: Yes. But I still don’t know the results yet.
Sou: After looking it up online, I read that in order to do that level, you need university level knowledge. It’s amazing that you challenged that at 16 years old.
Marius: Thank you~♡ Sou-chan… are you lonely? Since you’re often on your phone.
Sou: Am I not always together with Marius?
Marius: But Sou-chan is always playing with his phone!
Sou: No, Marius is always the one playing on his phone! Well, should we check who has more battery left on our phones right now?
Marius: Mine is at 39%.
Sou: Mine is still at 67%!
Marius: I’m sorry, I lost (laughing).

Marius x Fuma

Fuma: Marius is entering an age now in which he wants to change from having a cute character to start walking the path of being cool! Today he has even put up his bangs.
Marius: I’m in the middle of trying to figure out how to look more adult-like…
Fuma: Why not try out different things? However, I will tell you clearly if something doesn’t suit you.
Marius: Yes. I can rely on Fuma-kun who’s like my older brother ♪ But recently, I think I don’t want to have a spoiled character only.
Fuma: …now that you’re saying that, sometimes you send me weird text messages. And when I don’t reply to them, you go like „Ne, neee~!“ (laughing).
Marius: I see that you read them but I feel lonely (if you don’t reply)…
Fuma: That’s because your messages contain things like „I had a dream in which I was abducted by aliens“!? After reading that, I simply put my phone away (laughing)!

Kento x Shori

Kento: Shori didn’t say something like „I wonder if I should dye my hair“ before, he just did it and without telling anyone his hair became stylish. His hair change was natural.
Shori: Yeah, I didn’t say much.
Kento: Yes. When I heard about it later, you told me „Actually I got a perm then“ with a charming look on your face.
Shori: Even in front of me Kento-kun is the „idol-like Nakajima Kento“. Before we went out together for a meal, I was imagining things like „How is Kento-kun going to show up, what should I say to him first“. Then I totally impressed him.
Kento: As soon as we met, he said „Ah~ looks like usual“ (laughing).
Shori: Because I was imagining how you’re going to show up (laughing).

Keep in mind I am not a native speaker therefore there might be mistakes in my translations. Also I’m not exactly translating word for word. Feel free to correct me in my ask box any time you want, I’d appreciate it! I apologize if someone already translated something before me and I didn’t notice, I hope you don’t mind.

Then Again P8  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note: I have good news and bad news and good news. 

Good news: This chapter will finally explain what’s been going down in Spidey Town! At last, the confrontation!

Bad news: You guys are officially caught up with my beta right now…. That being said, I can only update once this weekend. I will, absolutely, have material for next weekend though, I promise.

Good news again: The next few updates should be fun! I’m really excited to post those, once they’re ready. I’m really looking forward to everyone’s responses to a certain scene 😉

Without further ado,

Then Again, Part 8:

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

What have I done?

Real blade-in-the-belly fear is tying me up with this question.

I’ve probably ruined the best friendships I’ve ever had within minutes. It’s been building up, apparently, but I broke it tonight. Me. All me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why did I have to act like that? Fuck.

I’m shaking as I head up the stairs to our floor, chlorine fumes still clinging to my skin and towel. My limbs feel numb. I’m slightly nervous I might fumble over my feet and fall down the steps. I consider stopping to just let out a couple tears; the pressure is nearing unbearable. It’s not like anyone will find me. Everyone else will be taking the elevator. Unless, of course, they think avoiding hotel staff is important. Shit.

I keep moving.

All I can pray for now is that Michelle doesn’t hate me and she’ll tell me what’s been going on with everything, or at least some part of it. Any part of it. This invisible conflict is suffocating.

Out of breath, I reach the third floor and push the door open, ready to talk this through with her.

Peter’s banging on our door. Inside the partial moment before he realizes I’m here, a faint pinprick of hope thinks he might be there for me.

“Ned, MJ, I’m not messing around. This is the least funny thing you could do right now.”

The stairwell door clangs closed behind me. Peter looks over, sees me, and rolls his eyes as he knocks again, harder.

Nobody answers from my and Michelle’s room - a semi-serious inconvenience for me, seeing as she has my keycard. I notice a note on Peter and Ned’s door. Reluctant, given Peter’s proximity, I walk forward and pick it off, hands trembling.

“Work yourselves out - MJ & Ned.”

Under this, on the floor, are two keycards. Obviously to this room, or else Peter would have used them on my door.


“Have they answered at all?” I ask, biting the inside of my cheek.


Peter stares at the door. It’s evident, very evident, that he’s still upset, though now he appears to have anger reserved for Michelle and Ned, too.

Do you really hate me so much that you can’t stand to be in the same room as me?

My mouth tastes like metal. God, I want to cry. But I won’t, not in front of Peter, not like this.

“I’m going in before Mr. Harrington checks the hall or Flash shows up.”

Keeping a tight grasp on my towel, I bend down, grab a keycard from the floor, and use it. I open the door.

Oh, shit.

Now I understand Peter’s reaction.

Ned and Michelle have taken out one of the beds and moved the other to the center of the room. It stands alone between the door and window. The covers are suggestively pulled down halfway.

I pause in the doorway, a blush flaring in my cheeks.

For months, I’ve daydreamed about similar scenarios. A night in which Ned and Michelle fall asleep in the living room so I have to sleep in Peter’s. (Two beds, but still - a similar concept.) Or else Peter and I watch a movie on the couch and fall asleep cuddled up for the night, May placing a blanket over us like some form of blessing. (May’s approval is always critical to these imaginary scenarios.) Sometimes, I just daydream about falling asleep on his shoulder while we’re riding the subway, his sweater warm against my cheek.

Countless simple situations in which I share a tiny dose of intimacy with this best friend who rarely leaves my mind. For a split-second, I imagine things aren’t as they are tonight and there’s a tingle of excitement tickling under my jaw.

“You gonna move?”

Peter’s voice startles me. I didn’t hear him walk up.

I move, into the room. Just as I start to feel jittery and consider whether or not to text Ned or Michelle (I realize my clothes are in the other room), my phone dings.

“Ned: It’s MJ. Your clothes and makeup bag are in the bathroom. Toothbrush and charger included. Love you and see you in the morning. (Good luck.)”

Relief sweeps under my feet and fills me head to toe. Love you and see you in the morning. Thank God. Michelle and I good. We’re definitely good. It’s fine with her, things are going to be alright with her. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. You haven’t lost MJ.

It dings again.

“Ned: it’s Ned. what MJ said. but from me too.”

God, I wish I could hug Ned through the wall separating us. His nine words are a monumental comfort, more than he likely realizes. Ned isn’t leaving either. You guys are okay, it’s going to be okay with him. Ned isn’t going anywhere. I really might cry now.

“Who’s messaging you?” Peter asks, arms crossed. Again, his voice startles me.

He’s standing by the door, opposite from my stance at the window.

“MJ and Ned.”

Peter shakes his head, hands digging into his hair as he looks to the ceiling while biting the inside of his cheek.

“Are you serious?”

“They were letting me know where my things were.” His attitude is pushing me to the edge of anger again. “It’s not a big deal.”

This, evidently, is the wrong thing to say.

“Yes, it is! Do you really not get why this bothers me?”

For once, he makes eye contact. He looks half furious and half hurt.

“Peter, what are you talking about?”

His frustration mounts. He glances at the floor with his hands clenched together before shaking his head again and looking me straight in the eye.

“You guys are constantly doing this shit,” he says, arms open. “You and MJ with these neverending side conversations. You know, it’s beyond frustrating that you two know everything about me, yet you guys have your own codes and your own stupid languages that you use to keep secrets from me and Ned. You guys are always having a private conversation. Passing notes to each other in class under the table, sending text messages during our freaking dinner, tapping your fingers on a chair to signal whatever. It’s irritating! I know what you guys are trying to hide. We’re all supposed to be friends, that means not keeping secrets like that. Why haven’t you guys just told me and Ned?”

Hiding what? God, please don’t let this mean Ned knows somehow.

“Told you and Ned what?” I ask. “Yes, we text each other sometimes when we’re all together but don’t act like you and Ned aren’t closer to each other too. You guys are less industrious about it, that’s all. There’s a reason May talks to him privately without me and MJ - it’s because you trust him more and May knows she can’t tell us everything like she does him. And I don’t blame anybody for that, but I don’t think it’s fair for you to hold me and MJ up to a double standard. Plus, you and her and Ned have been messaging each other without me all day! That’s a hell of a double standard, considering. What was all of it about, Peter?”

“We didn- I mean, one time is beside the point. And it’s not a double standard with me and Ned because it’s completely different!” Peter’s hands are in the air and his face is reddening. I start to protest but he doesn’t even hesitate. “I mean, Ned and I have been friends way longer while you!- you and MJ are dating and trying to hide it from us!”

My brain hits a cement wall.

“Wait, what? You think we’re -”

“Come on, this game is over! It’s been obvious for ages and I really don’t get why it’s even a secret in the first place. Did you think it would bother us? The only part of it that bothers me is the fact that I l- th-that you guys kept it a-a secret. From me.”

I stammer momentarily, lost in an attempt to unravel his train of thought.

“We aren’t - this isn’t - I mean, honestly? How long have you thought that MJ and I were dating?”

“I’ve known for months. You guys are not subtle.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” I say slowly, steadying my hands on the window sill behind my back. “Michelle Jones and I are not dating. Where-where did you even get that idea?”

Peter’s face is flipping through a catalog of expressions in his attempt to figure out if I’m lying or not. The rising and falling of his chest hasn’t slowed and his face is still red.

“Because every time you guys spend the night, I wake up and I find you guys t-together, you know, holding each other on the couch. And all the texting, the little codes you guys have, the looks you give each other. I mean, trying to play Uno with you guys is almost impossible! You’re always teaming up against me and Ned to get us out first. A-and all of your inside jokes, too! It’s so all the time. Not to mention that you guys touch each other way more than you touch me or Ned!”

“Peter, I promi-”

“Can you let me finish?” Despite his momentary pause, he’s getting worked up again. “And this stuff with Flash is another thing. Did you have to invite him to last night? I’ve put up with you talking to him and actually, like, hanging out with him in classes, but I was really excited about that dinner until I heard you tell MJ to invite him. Did you even consider how much I would hate him being there? Did you even think about me?”

That triggers a gut punch. No, a punch to my entire body.

“Peter,” I interject, my finger feeling a familiar, burning itch. “I think about you all the time, more than anyone else! I only invited him because I needed to stop thinking about you! Do you know what it’s like, waiting and waiting and waiting every single day? You’re almost always in danger and I- and I get why, trust me - I understand why you do what you do every day and I’ve never tried to interfere with that. But it leaves the rest of us on edge. Sometimes it’s exhausting, all the hours I spend thinking about you, waiting to hear from you, telling myself not to imagine all the awful, nightmarish reasons you might not be texting me back. So maybe once I made a call you didn’t like, but like most of the time, you weren’t there! And I didn’t like last year with you mooning over Liz and you never noticed that, ever. The- the point is: I figured you and Flash could sit on opposite sides of the fucking table for dinner. Or else you could get along for one night.”

I shouldn’t have mentioned Liz.

Peter barely breathes while I speak, until the end, when I think he might combust.

“Get along with Flash? Are you serious? I know you think I ‘shouldn’t let him get to me’ but frankly, I think that’s bullshit. He’s a bully. A bully you kissed, but a bully nonetheless, and you shouldn’t have tried to make sure I wouldn’t tell on him, or whatever, to Mr. Harrington.” On the word kissed, Peter looks at the wall in disgust, his balled up fists hitting the sides of his thighs impatiently. “I could handle you and MJ together, but if you’re telling me you guys aren’t, then it seems like Flash is next in line and I’m serious when I say I would not be able to handle that.”

My heart rate has been sky high since I admitted how often I think of Peter but that comment is a final straw. My chest is pounding like a rabbit is inside it with a jackhammer.

We’re both breathing too quickly with too much pent-up energy in the air. It doesn’t help that we’re still soaking in our swimsuits either.

“There is no line, Peter Parker. I am not some business for dating, so let me make this clear: I am not dating anyone, let alone Flash. I’ve tried explaining why I treat him the way I do, but you never listen, so why go over it now? I only asked you if I should tell Mr. Harrington because I wanted to do something about what he did to you, I wanted for him to face consequences for once! I tried to tell you that you shouldn’t have to ‘put up’ with the shit he does to you, but you wouldn’t listen! Next time you start counting up the reasons you’re angry with me, talk to me about it rather than waiting and pushing my buttons until I explode.”

Peter and I stare at each other. He’s lost for a moment, then shaking his head.

“That doesn’t address all the texts between you and MJ at dinner!”

“With me, MJ, and Ned, you moron!

“Awesome, so you guys are all texting each other without me!”

“It was about you being such an ass! And you’ve been doing the exact same thing all of today! And locking me outside with Flash!

“If you say ‘Flash’ one more time, I swear to God, I’m going to jump out that window.”

He points behind my back.

“Peter, please, will you just explain the calls and texts with MJ and Ned today?”

Peter’s eyes are red and flitting from the window to the bed to me to the carpet to the closet, half in guilt, half in exasperation and frustration.

“W-well what about the constant couch cuddling, huh? You didn’t answer that!”

Now I might jump out the window.

“Oh my God, Peter! It’s just something I-I do! It’s not on purpose and it doesn’t mean anything! It’s embarrassing, but it’s not an ‘MJ and me’ thing, it’s a ‘thing MJ puts up with because there’s only one couch’ thing! I am not dating my best friend!”

Peter’s face screws up like I’ve said something horrible. His head is still shaking slightly and his fists are knocking against his legs again. He stares at the ground near my feet.

“I-I’m just gonna go… um, somewhere, uh, else,” he says.

“Can you please explain why you guys have been texting all day?” I ask. “It’s been freaking me out; I mean, it’s really making me nervous. Peter, please?”

Peter doesn’t meet my eyes. He’s focused on the ceiling, fingers trembling.

“I’d rather not. I need to leave.”

Standing with my hands still clutching the window sill, Peter flings the door open and leaves without another word.

What have I done?

Part 9

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How are people mad about Lup and Barry being made canon? 

We all knew it was coming, and no you don’t get to tell me shit about how “we didn’t know anything for certain about their relationship” or something like that because Griffin started setting this up back before we even knew the Red Robe was Barry and it didn’t take a genius to put the pieces together. Further more, he did a fine job setting up the characters themselves, their personalities, the fact that they worked and lived in close quarters, and that they had spent a long time together, enough than anyone might grow attached to one another.

Literally the only argument I’ve seen is that the pairing is straight and you know what? That’s a stupid fucking reason not to like the pairing. Their relationship has been developed, it wasn’t something that happened without prompt, it was well paced, and god dammit it actually meant something by the time it finally became canon so don’t tell me shit about how the pairing it bad. Come on, this isn’t some shitty forced romance from some daytime TV show that never takes risks, we actually know and like these characters.

And for the record, they’re still an LGBT+ couple, in case you forgot. So how about instead of being mad that one or both of them aren’t gay, instead you be happy for the trans-woman who opened up and fell in love with her adoring boyfriend, who clearly accepts her in every way?

Silver Storm (8/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you, and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts

Pairing:  Bucky x reader , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst , a little fluff

  - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to Marvels Silver Storm! *

                                                       Chapter 8
“We didn’t-”

“Oh I don’t want to hear from you, loverboy,” the man spits back at Bucky. Every aspect of this man reminds you of your handler; the authoritative way he stands, the angry features settling over his face, and his tone send fearful chills through your body. You rip your hand out of Bucky’s hold, placing both your hands to your side. Your posture straightens, losing the relaxed slouch. Bucky watches as your demeanor changes, making his change as well. He recognizes all the adjustments you just did, causing his annoyance with Nick to rise.

“So what, Fury? You think you can just barge in here like you own the place?” Bucky shouts, shocking everyone including Fury. You stay silent, your chest tightening at the situation brought on by your presence.

Originally posted by bovaria

“He has a point, Nick. You don’t run the Avengers, we aren’t SHIELD. Who we bring on or dismiss from this team doesn’t need your approval.” Steve steps in backing up Bucky.

“Well your dumbass decision to take in another Hydra asset doesn’t just affect your team, Captain. You think Hydra hasn’t noticed they lost something? They are ripping through SHIELD bases looking for their asset!” His volume increases, making a whimper accidentally fall from your lips. The man you pieced together as Nick Fury turns his full attention to you.

“And just what do you have to say for yourself? Or are you going to let the actual heroes speak for you. I have every right to throw you into a damn cell for all the lives lost at your hands, Silver Storm.”

 No one has used your full title since the day on the roof. The sound of the title accompanied with the strict tone snaps you into soldier mode. It’s not as intense as it was before but your mind still goes mostly blank and the blind need to follow orders is present. You stand to full height, shoulders squared, eyes empty, and hands glued to your side. The entire table goes tense, recognizing the transformation from when Bucky still had it wired into him. Bucky stands next to you, fists balled at his sides.

“Well Silver Storm, y-”

 You lock your eyes to Fury’s .“Готовы выполнить, сэр (ready to comply, sir).” The words came out emotionless , sending shivers through Bucky.

Originally posted by shadowing-not-smothering

“Get the hell out,” he growls, glaring coldly at Fury.

“I’m not going anywhere! I want a damn explanation of your great plan, Barnes. You think you can save her? You can stop Hydra from finding her?” Steve places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, preventing him from lunging at Nick.

“What the hell has gotten into you? You want a plan, Nick? They did they same thing to her as they did to me, so I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything in my damn power to undo the hell they put her through. You have no idea what we’ve went through. You just managed to undo everything she’s accomplished so far. She’s supposed to feel safe here; not like she has to fucking obey orders. She is a human, not a fucking weapon. She can join the team if and when she is ready. No one, especially you, is going to control her.” Bucky is livid, his blood boiling at the way Fury just barged in making ridiculous demands and accusations. He turns to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He sees the blank stare in your eyes which angers him more.

“Вернись ко мне, солнышко мое (come back to me, my sunshine),” he says while looking into your eyes. His words register in your mind; they don’t set in right away but after a few minutes he sees your eyes shift back to normal.

Tears leave your eyes as you see his face go from worried to relieved. What did I do? Your breathing starts to pick up rapidly, as anxiety blooms in your body. Your hands begin shaking and you squeeze your eyes shut. They aren’t going to want me here anymore. How did I fall back into a soldier so quickly? Bucky pulls you to him, locking you in a tight embrace.

“It’s alright Y/n, nothing bad happened, you didn’t do anything. It shouldn’t have even happened,” he whispers in your ear, trying to put an end to your anxiety attack.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore, Bucky,” you sob into him. He runs a hand through your hair while glaring at Fury.

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

“You aren’t going to hurt anyone. That isn’t who you are.You know that, I know that, and the team knows that. You are safe here. This won’t happen again; I won’t let it.” He places a kiss on your forehead. You pull away when the anxiety starts to fade.

“I think he is right,” you say quietly, drawing everyone’s attention.


“No Bucky, what I did isn’t okay. It’s not fair that people are losing their lives because Hydra is looking for me. But I want to be ready. They will look for me and they will find me. I can’t just sit and let all of you fight my fight. Bucky was able to undo most of the damage, so I’m not going to do any less. I’ve never been a damsel in distress, at least I think, so I’m not about to start.” You look at each member of the team and then your gaze lands on Fury. He is not my handler. I do not have to be afraid of him. I am not his property. I am one’s property.

“I don’t know who you are or what you do, but you have no right to speak to me as if you have authority over me. You don’t have a right to speak to anyone like that and if that’s what you want, then go work for Hydra. I’ve been controlled around and I’m not letting an angry man with an eye patch make me feel like his bitch. So I’d listen to Barnes and get the hell out before I decide not to be so forgiving of your rude interruption during our family breakfast, buddy,” You spit out, sass oozing off every word.

Originally posted by othgifs

Bucky wraps an arm around your waist, wearing a proud smile.

“You heard the lady, elevators are that way Fury,” Tony says, pointing to the hall. Nick shakes his head, sending you a smirk before he heads to the elevator.

“Looks like you’ll fit right in here, Y/n,” he says, a hint of entertainment in his voice. You along with a few others are confused beyond belief. He just - didn’t he just yell at me?

“Keep that mindset. You aren’t what Hydra made you to be anymore. You’re better, use it against them, show them you made a hero out of weapon. And by the way, the government was somehow made aware of your residence here, so I’d expect a visit,” He calls over his shoulder as he steps into the elevator. You look around, noticing Natasha and Clints smirks.

“What the hell just happened?” you ask.

Natasha speaks up first. “Nick isn’t a bad guy, y/n. You’ve been through hell, but Hydra gave you something that you can use to help people. You just needed a push to -”

“You just manipulated me, is that what you’re saying?” you question through clenched teeth. Nats expression falls, realizing that is exactly what they did. It wasn’t just her though, it was Fury and Clint’s idea, too.

“I - we didn’t mean to-” Clint starts, but your hand flies up, signalling him to just stop.

Originally posted by arlothia

“I get it, I get why. But seriously? I’ve been manipulated and controlled enough. Can’t I just have some time to, oh I don’t know, fucking relax. I was turned into this against my will, never getting a fucking break. Of course I want to help the freakin’ world, but I need to breathe. I thought you guys of all people would understand,” you say, looking around to each of them. You didn’t know who exactly was in on that little show but you have a feeling Bucky and Steve were not. You move away, leaving the kitchen. You glance over your shoulder, seeing the disappointed looks the two super soldiers are giving the rest.

They aren’t wrong but I will not stand being manipulated. Not by people I thought were becoming my friends. Wait, how did the government find out I was here?

   It’s been a few days since Fury’s visit and things are returning to normal between you and the team. Nat and Clint apologized but you waved them off, understanding why they did it. You’ve been trying to figure out what to do about the government finding out about you. Do you run? Are they going to arrest you? Take you away from Bucky?

You’re sitting across from Tony in his lab, watching him reassemble one of his suits.

“Tony, what are we going to do if they come for me?” you question. He doesn’t look away from his work when he answers.

“Who? Hydra or the government?”

“Both. I know Hydra’s a pain in the ass but I’ve heard Secretary Ross isn’t a walk in the park either,” you reply. Tony lets out a snort at your answer.

“Well you’ve got that right. We’ll figure it out, kiddo. They finally ended up letting Barnes and the Accords slide, so I don’t see why you’d be any different.”

You nod at his response, not having anything else to say.

“Miss Y/n, Sergeant Barnes is waiting for you in the gym,“ FRIDAY announces. You get up, saying goodbye to Tony.

I wonder what he wants? The elevator ride to the gym isn’t long. When you step into the gym your eyes instantly go to Bucky. He was standing near the weights, using his discarded shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Hot Damn. Your eyes look over his body, taking in the lines and muscles.

“You come to work out or just stare at Barnes, y/n?” Sam’s voice startles you. You let out an awkward laugh.

“I guess I’m busted,” you say, a blush coating your cheeks. You hear Buckys laugh and catch his gaze.

“Oh doll, you can stare at me all you want,” he says with a wink. You hear Sam gag, pulling another laugh from you.

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

“Why did you call me down here?” you ask Bucky as he walks over to you.

“I was wondering if you would want to spar?” he questions. You freeze. You haven’t come anywhere near the gym since you came here. You haven’t felt the need to workout or practice your fighting since you left Hydra.

“You don’t have to sweetheart, it was just a suggestion.” You can tell by his voice he regrets bringing it up. He shouldn’t have to step on eggshells around me. Maybe I should practice a little.

 “I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends, darling.” You shrug and go to leave.

“Oh whoa whoa, who says you’ll beat me?” he playfully asks. You roll your eyes.

“I won’t just beat you, I’ll kick your ass into next week, Buck,” you tease. Probably shouldn’t be so sure of myself, but what the hell. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

“Ohhhh man, Tin Can. You gonna take that?” Sam helps instigate, making you smile. “I bet she could do it, look at these arms.” Sam lifts your arms to prove his point.

Originally posted by havemanymonkeys

“Alright doll, let’s spar then. Unless you’re all talk?” Yes, yes I am. You smirk, covering up your nervousness. Sam asks FRIDAY to notify the rest of the team, wanting to get a bet going on who’s going to win. When everyone arrives, you and Bucky step into the sparring ring.

“Alright, I’ve got $20 on Y/n!” Sam yells. You don’t pay attention to who else sides with him, you just lock your eyes on Bucky.

“What are you going to bet, Doll? What do I get when I win?” his lips twitching into a cocky smile. When? Oh you’re going down Barnes.

“If you win, you can have whatever you want. But when I win, I get to…” you think for a minute, trying to come up with something you know he wouldn’t agree to normally. Then it pops into your head. “When I win, I get to do your make up, hair, and nails.” His eyes bug out of his head.

Originally posted by paramuswriter

“Deal. I can’t wait for my prize,” he says with a smirk and a wink.

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Alex Standall X Reader imagine

Request: ¡Hola! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where you call Alex because you just heard the tapes from Hannah and he comes over, but it actually prevents him shooting himself. Thank you!

~*Alex’s Pov*~

 I gave this so much thought, I planned it out very well and nothing was going to stop me, yet I still can’t seem to actually do it. I wanted someone to stop me, to convince me to stop but no one was there. I was alone. I kept thinking about if this is what i really wanted. I saw how fucked up everyone got after Hannah’s death. What if me doing the same thing Hannah did would make things hard for (Y/N)? 

 'No it can’t be, she knows what you did to Hannah, she doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.’ I thought to myself. 

 My phone rang in my pocket, i pulled it out and looked at the called ID, it was none other than (Y/N). Me and her haven’t spoken in about a week. I was really distant from my friend group and so was she. No one knew why she suddenly stopped talking to anyone, but i did. She had the tapes. She new about everything that has happened. I don’t know how or why she had them. She wasn’t friends with Hannah, she wasn’t even really mentioned in the tapes except for a few times. 

 After 3 missed calls she tried calling again, this time I chose to finally answer. 


 "Alex I finished them, all 13 of them.” She said crying. 

 I didn’t really understand why she was crying, her and Hannah were never really close, but it still hurt to hear her so upset. 

 "O-okay" i answered, not really knowing what to say or how to react. 

 "Can you come over? I really need to see you" she asked 

 "Why? Are you just gonna yell at me for what i did to Hannah? You don’t think I already know how fucked up it is?“ I said taking out my anger on (Y/N), which I instantly regretted.

 "No Alex, i just finished the tapes and i don’t know what to do. I need someone to talk to right now, and I don’t really have anyone. Please just come over" 

 "A-alright then, I’ll see you in a bit” I answered back and quickly walked to my car. 


 I stared at the red light in front of me. 

 'Did (Y/N) actually stop me from putting a bullet through my head?’ I thought What would she even do if she found out what i was going to do? Would she be mad and yell or sad and cry? To be honest i don’t really want to find out which is why i don’t plan on telling her.

 I pulled into her driveway and saw that there weren’t any cars there, which meant her parents aren’t home. I knocked on the door and she quickly opened it and pulled me into a hug which i really wasn’t expecting. I thought she was gonna lecture me about how much of a dick i was. 

 "Wait so you’re actually not going to yell at me?“ I asked obviously confused.

 "No” she simply answered. 

 She pulled away and told me to come in. I did so and made sure to close the door behind me. 

 "(Y/N) why are you even crying over Hannah? You didn’t know her. You weren’t friends with her. You were just an acquaintance i guess.“

 "Even though i didn’t know her it still fucked me up to listen to a dead girl talk. I can’t imagine how hard things were for her and how she had to deal with it every day.” She answered.


 After a while I was just sitting there on the couch holding her in my arms as we talked about many things. We started out as talking about our shared hate for Bryce and how much of a bitch Courtney was, but then we moved on to random topics. In that moment I was glad (Y/N) called me. Im glad she stopped me before i did something stupid. Even though she doesn’t know what she did, i cant help but be thankful for her just being there.

Only You | 4

Overview: It’s junior year and Riley’s best friend develops a crush on her first love, Lucas. Not wanting to stand in between them she lies and says she’s okay with them being together. As it turns out, Lucas has an older trouble making brother that none of his friends knew about. One that just so happens to take an interest in Riley.
Author’s Notes: In this AU, the triangle never happened and Farkle never outed Riley’s feelings. [Italics indicate flashbacks.]
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3
Chapter Three: “Weekend.”
Word Count: 4,271

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After lying to her parents, Riley immediately puts her attention towards her closet. Looking down at her outfit she decides it won’t work for whatever was going to happen tonight. Of course she didn’t actually have even the slightest bit of clue as to what would happen or what she and Jackson were going to get into but looking down at her floral skirt and wool top she knew she had to change.  

She rummages through her things, finally deciding on the plainest thing she has. A long sleeve black shirt and ripped jeans. Her mind is already running wild with possibilities by the time she decides what shoes to go with. In the end she opts for her converse and as she’s pulling them on she hears a tap at her window.

In the three months she’s known Jackson he’s never once climbed her fire escape or crawled through her window so instantly she freezes, thinking it’s one of her friends. She slowly turns her head and lets out a breath of relief when she sees that it is in fact Jackson, crouched down on the other side of her window with a sly smirk on his face.  

She walks over and slides it open, stepping to the side for him to come in while she looks for a jacket. Jackson looks around, not bothering to hide the amused look on his face. This was his first time in Riley’s room and it’s exactly what he thought it would be like: full of light, just like her.

“I’m guessing the ‘rents aren’t home considering you’re letting me come inside.” He coos, picking up one of her framed pictures of her and her brother from her nightstand table. Riley smiles at him, pulling on her denim jacket that’s lined with fur on the inside. “Good guess.” She teases, grabbing her house keys and phone before walking back over to her window. “Come on, Country Boy.”

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⤝Hellsing Ultimate Sentence Starters: Alucard⤞
  • My master, it shall be done. As you command.
  • How beautiful. Nights like this make me want a bite to drink. Yes… I couldn’t imagine a more… perfect evening.
  • Nothing I shoot ever gets back up again.
  • Are you a virgin, my dear?
  • Those who dare impersonate the dead are judged to join their ranks.
  • When you aim, make sure you put a hole through the heart. Or the head.  It’s for their own sake that we put them to rest as quickly as possible.
  • Why didn’t you just drink the blood, you idiot?
  • I’ll bet this can even stop anyone in their tracks.
  • You fool…there’s no such thing as an immortal!
  • Yes…excellent! I haven’t had this much fun in ages! …What did you say your name was?
  • Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems 3…2…1. Approval of situation A recognized; commencing the Cromwell Invocation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent.
  • Now, it’s time to educate you on how a real vampire does battle!
  • Come on, get up! Attack me! The evening is still so young. Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry! Pull yourself together - the fun has just begun! Come on! HURRY!
  • We ruin the countries we govern and the people in our care. We slaughter our enemies and sacrifice all our allies. We’ll keep killing till there’s nothing left but to destroy ourselves. It will never be enough.
  • If I’m a dog, then you’re dog food.
  • So that was all you had? Such a shame that I overestimated you. As a vampire, you were just a pathetic piece of shit. Now you’re nothing but dog shit.
  • Nothing like Iscariot to inspire the fear of God; such fearsome insults! Two thousand years of your inane prattle…truly, some things never do seem to change.
  • You call my master a sow and expect me to let you live? I’m afraid that I’m just going to have to put a bullet in you, you foolish little man.
  • Neither of us could ever back down in front an enemy. Come on then, Judas Priest!
  • Dogs…that was a very good try. However……I cannot be killed by dogs. It takes a man in order to kill a monster!
  • I get it; there’s absolutely no reasoning with you people. Which means that I have to keep killing until there are none of you left. Didn’t your masters learn anything from the last time I decimated them?
  • Magic playing cards…how interesting.
  • The world would be so boring without idiots like you to amuse me.
  • Now…it’s time to play! I want to hear you squeal like a pig!
  • That’s checkmate!
  • Now, it’s time to start dealing with the business at hand. I’m obliged to give you a thorough interrogation, so you’re going to tell me everything you know. Well…your blood will.
  •  Those who refuse to give up are entitled their time to trample upon the weak.
  • My lord and master! Give me your orders!
  • You stand before me…I’m impressed. I’m impressed! Show me more!
  • Stop it! Do you know what that thing will do to you?! You’ll become one of God’s monsters! Retain your humanity. Don’t succumb to power! 
  • Do you intend to use that scrap of miracle…to become nothing but a scrap of miracle yourself?! 
  • A monster such as myself…a creature of such weakness that I could not bear the weight of a human life…if I am to be defeated, it must be by a human! 
  • Don’t do it, human. Don’t become a monster…a monster like me…
  • You…you fool!…You bloody FOOL!
  • Only a human can destroy a monster. Only a human could dare hope to.
  • YOU AND I ARE THE SAME! You are me… I was just the same! Don’t you understand, this is how I became what I am?
  • Until the weight of my past is shattered by my oncoming future. It shouldn’t be too long, my nemesis. I’ll see you in hell…
  • Angel of Death… Weren’t you the one who said Englishmen looked forward to growing old? You’ve seemed to have abandon your maturity.
  •  Truly a terrible shame, you were such a lovely old man. It pains me to see how wretched and ugly you’ve become. Your body and soul corrupted. A dark reaper to the very core.
  • Every time I die, this is the vision that greets my eyes. And ever time I think, ‘How lovely that a sunlight which I forsook so many centuries ago…

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May I please have a scenario where s/o just asks Allen why they hate them. Like s/o is convinced that Allen hates their guts and wants them dead, hence why he keeps hurting them and kidnapped them. And s/o is genuinely apologizing for being so bad that he felt the need to do all of those horrible things to them? Im sorry is this is too wordy or if its confusing lol

S/o sat, laid on the floor, bound and covered in wounds, crying gently. A creak was heard from the direction of the door as light spilled into the room. S/o became silent as they heard approaching footsteps. 

“Hey doll, I’m here to clean ya up.” Allen grabbed one of the ropes binding s/o and used it to hoist them up into a sitting position. He pulled out a knife and s/o flinched.

“I'm sorry!” S/o yelled out in fear of the knife. Allen halted his actions. 

“For what?” Allen quirked an eyebrow, surprised at s/o’s outburst. 

“I… I don’t know but I’m sorry.” S/o began to shake and sob profusely. Allen paused, frozen, before crouching down. 

“H-Hey, it’s okay,” Allen placed a tentative hand on their back, gently rubbing up and down. “I don't even know what you’re apologizing for, you haven't done anything wrong.” S/o tried to recoil at Allen’s touch.

“Th-then, why did you kidnap me, why did you hurt me?” S/o looked up at him with a searching and broken look, tears and snot running down their face. Allen looked at them incredulously.

“Because I love you, of course.” Allen placed down the knife and held their shoulders, looking intently into their eyes. “I couldn't just let anyone else have ya. You shoulda seen how they looked at you, all of em’ trying to put their filthy paws on ya. It was disgusting, you belong to me.” Allen placed his forehead on theirs and flashed a smile filled with insanity. “And the punishments were just that, punishments. I can’t let you out of this room until your well behaved. Otherwise, you might cause trouble. Can’t you see, I’m doing this out love, I wanna protect you!” 

“That's not love.” S/o almost snarled, dejected and hopeless. They had fallen into the hands of a madman. Allen leaned back, a look of surprise flickered across his face before determination settled amongst his features. 

“Of course it is, I went through all this effort to get you.” Allen took the knife, not only cutting through the rope, but clothing as well. “I guess I'll just have to show ya.” 

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Originally posted by mlchaelscofleld

“When everyone realises that Octavia has gone missing *yn* puts aside her differences with Bellamy to help him find his sister. *yn* has to deal with the drama between Clarke, Finn and Raven as well as worrying about the safety of the rest of the delinquents. The search party runs into grounders along the way and things take a turn for the worse.” 

Warnings: Swearing, violence, death

Notes: Based on 1x06 “His Sister’s Keeper” of the 100. 

The last section of this part is ESSENTIAL to part 7 & lets just say things get very interesting from there…. ;)

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Loud shouts and boisterous laughter filled the camp as the delinquents enjoyed their limited time off around the small flickering flames of the bonfire.

 The noise was a dull roar compared to what it had been when they had first arrived on the ground, the excitement of being free from the Ark had quickly worn off once they realised they weren’t alone down here. 

*yn* sat propped up against the trunk of a tree as she silently observed the rest of the delinquents and made sure that no one started causing too much of a ruckus. 

Her eyes darted across the camp to Bellamy and she quickly realised that he wasn’t acting like himself. She watched him as he hurriedly walked from tent to tent and frantically ripped open the flaps before shoving them closed again in frustration. 

Something was definitely wrong.

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Birthday Wishes

A/N: I wrote this purely for self gratification since it’s my birthday today.  I can admit that.  As usual, questions, comments, and constructive criticisms are welcome!

Summary: It’s your birthday and Steve is definitely up to something.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warning: Language

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Singing Is Singing


•||Warning(s)||• Angst(?)

•||Summary||• In which you send letters to Tom after he left you for another.

•||Requested by||• No one.


It’s funny how you actually think you mean something to someone, and they just turn around and prove you wrong.

How could he just walk away like I meant nothing? Kicking me like I was dust? Breaking my heart with his bare hands and throwing the pieces away into a river, letting them drift and lose each other so I would struggle to put them back together.

At the moment he did that I didn’t want anyone to contact me. I didn’t want anyone to comfort me or even ask me if I was okay or not, so I turned off my phone so no one could reach me.

I ended up realizing that just because you turn off your cyber world doesn’t mean the real world around you is non-existent, so I turned my phone back on, turned on airplane mode, put in my headphones and blasted the music so damn loud no world could reach me.

I don’t understand, how do men do it? How do they tell a woman they love her, make promises, make her smile, make sweet small talk just to lure her in and once that’s done, they disappear, no need for anymore effort, the random texts, the long phone calls, that all goes with him, how can they do that to a woman? How does a man beg to be with a woman only to leave her in the end?

I simply don’t understand.

So, I let the tears keep on coming, not planning on letting them stop anytime soon. It’ll be a cloud with endless water. It just keeps fueling with every thought of him. An endless day of rain. And endless storm. And endless hurricane of emotions.

Bring on the disaster.




“…and though I know you’re in love with her, there are still times where I wonder if you look for pieces of me in her. If you search her blue eyes for the specks of grey mine hold. If you would ever wonder what my lips taste like compared to hers as they’re pressed to yours. If you dream about me while she’s lying next to you. If you ever regret choosing her over me.”

He read her letter over and over a million times. Letting the hurt that trailed along every word she wrote to him sink in.

She had sent these letters months ago, but only now did he have the courage to open them. Only when he felt as she once did when he left her.

How did she endure the pain? he would ask himself time and time again through the tears.

He pulled out the next letter, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the words she spilled onto the parchment.

“It hurts to know that you lost interest in me, kinda like someone punching me in the gut. And it also does pain me to walk past you, pretending we never met and never stayed up all night talking, it feels like a knife through my chest every time. But what truly hurt most, so bad that I can’t find the words to explain it, is that you left without a single word. And I keep waiting for a sign or something from you, but I should accept that sometimes, no message is a message.”

He couldn’t bare it.

The hurt.

The pain.

The knives stabbing him.

The aching in his heart.

The guilt.

How could he do such a thing to her? How did she survive this?

He cried until his eyes shed no more, until his jaw hurt. His hair and bed were a mess. Pictures of Y/N and him sprawled all over his sheets and wooden floor.

He turned on his T.V., hoping something–anything–can steer his mind off her, but alas fate hates him.

There she was.

Looking like a goddess from the oceans below. Dressed in a coral colored dress. The color making her face glow, bringing out her eyes and going so well with her complexion.

The lights reflected on the sparkles sprinkled at her chest, making them glisten. The top half of her dress being covered in different colored rhinestones. The straps were barely visible on her shoulder, due to being covered with her long locks. The lower part of her dress fanned out, reaching to the lower part of her thigh.

Her hair, her beautiful raging hair, in long curls trailing down her back and ending just below her knees.

He missed combing his hands through those long strands. Smelling all the fruit she would mix with her shampoo to give it an extra unique smell.


Her name was being screamed repeatedly by reporters and fans. Asking for just a glance, or a word out of her.

In the past eight months Y/N’s singing career had skyrocketed. With endless coming songs pouring out of her, she became one of the “Top Ten Celebrities”.

She was known worldwide. For her looks, her personality, her music and her hair, as funny and weird as that may sound.

“Y/N!” A voice yelled loudly, catching Y/N’s attention.

“Haz?” Y/N questioned, not sure if she was seeing things or not. Another familiar voice caught her attention, causing Y/N to ask, “Harry?”

“Y/N!” Both boys yelled at the same time, confirming her suspicions.

“Oh My God!” Y/N exclaimed, spreading her arms out wide for both boys to tackle her into a bear hug. “I’ve missed you both so much!” she breathed.

Through their excitement, the boys only managed an, “Us too,”

“How are you both? How’s your family?” Y/N quizzed taking both boys in.

“He misses you,” Harry said, flashing a sympathetic smile towards her.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Y/N scolded softly, but that was what she had meant.

She worried about him, when it should have been the other way around. She missed him, when it should have been the other way around.

“Listen, I need to go, my concert starts in thirty minutes. I would love to talk to you after my show.” Y/N hurriedly said, walking backstage with Haz and Harry.

“Alright, break a leg.” Haz said, flashing a bright smile. Before both boys could walk off to their seats, Y/N stopped them.

“Wait,” Y/N whisper-yelled, “d-does he—I-I mean—does he still think about me?” she finally managed to get out.

Harrison and Harry looked at each other, giving off a silent sign while Y/N waited impatiently.

“All the time,” they both revealed at the same time as if it had been rehearsed. Like they knew she was going to ask.

Y/N nodded, letting those three words course through her mind.

She walked onto the stage, her silver stilettos clicking on the wood as she waved at her fans with a proud smile. Her heart raced inside her chest, hoping he was watching her right now.

“How’s everyone tonight!” she spoke into her mic, her voice echoing through out the giant arena, bouncing off the walls and into the ears of her fans, who were cheering and whistling as loud as possible, “I’m beyond thankful and ecstatic that you could all make it here just to listen to me,” The crowd erupted in another wave of cheers, “and I hope that you all enjoy what I’ve prepared for you tonight,” with the last word the crowd roared with excitement and the first notes of the song struck.

Taking in a deep breath she calmed her nerves and tried to relax her rigid posture.

Baby even though I hate ya
I wanna love ya
I want you you you
And even though I can’t forgive ya
I really want to
I want you you you
Tell me, tell me baby
Why can’t you leave me
‘Cause even though I shouldn’t want it
I gotta have it
I want you you you

The audience sang along with Y/N, screaming out their favorite parts or doing the wave. The amount of support her fans have given her was what had gotten her here, and to see them all smiling and having a swell time motivated her voice even more.

She got more enthusiastic and content with the lyrics, letting all her emotion flow through the walls and bounce into the ears of her proud audience.

I know you’re never gonna wake up
I gotta give up
But it’s you you you
I know I shouldn’t ever call back
Or let you come back
But it’s you you you
Every time you touch me
And say you love me
I get a little bit breathless
I shouldn’t want it
But it’s you you you


Tom Holland and his interviewer, Kevin, sat down. Both smiling and giving each other a “good-afternoon,”

“So,” Kevin started, holding his cards of which he held with all his questions from the fans, “how have you been?”

I hate my life.

“Well enough,” Tom answered, trying to hold back the truth.

“Good. Good.” Kevin said, thinking something odd of Tom’s answer. “So some of the fans have been going crazy lately with the new reveal of Y/N Y/L/N’s new song.”

Her name pulled at his heart, but all he did was smile and nod, telling Kevin to continue on. “Well, you see, most— actually scratch that—practically everyone who follows and keeps up with the both of you have their suspicions that she wrote the song about you.”

“Uh…” Tom stuttered having no idea what to say.

Yes, his fans had called him out on the song. Bombarding him with questions as to if the song was truly about him.

“Though she hasn’t yet confirmed our suspicions, we were wondering if you had taken a listen to it.”

“Um, yes. I have heard her new song, but I do doubt that it’s about me.” Tom managed to get out through his nervous state.

“Well, you are in a relationship with a girl currently, Taliah Jones?” Kevin asked with a suggestive eyebrow.

“Uh…” Tom stuttered once again, he scratched the back of his neck with complete awkwardness, “we um…— broke up a while back actually.” He revealed.

Gasps were heard from his fans, even Kevin seemed completely shocked that he almost fell off his chair.

But little did Tom Holland know Y/N Y/L/N was watching the whole thing.


She felt she should’ve been there for him. To comfort him and hold him in her arms, but then she remembered how he had crushed her. How he wasn’t there for her when she needed him.

She completely regretted the letters she had sent him. Especially the one he read last night. The one the really struck him in the heart. The letter that made him feel like his mind was on fire, his heart was being stabbed with a thousand knives and he was standing on needles and nails.

“I hope you love her. I hope she makes you want to touch the stars. I hope she makes you want to dance. I hope she makes you want to tell her how amazing she is all the time. I hope you lose her. I hope you feel the pain in your heart. I hope you cry at night, trying to hold yourself together. I hope that when you lose her, you will lose yourself too. I hope so because then you would finally know how it felt when I thought you and I were forever, but you left me for her.”

Back then she really hated him, but also loved him. She wrote those letters to expose her anger and pain. But now that she sees how much he’s actually hurting, how his eyes are breaking from the inside and how he couldn’t hide it for much longer, she regretted it.

His forest was burning. His orbs were shattering. His sea was draining.

But she didn’t know that the moment he left her was when all his suffering had begun. She was his anchor, but he untied her from him and let her go and found someone else. She held his life in her hands, but it slipped once he slammed the door, indicating their time together was over.

He made the biggest mistake of his life when he walked out the door without a second glance, and once he realized what it was, it was too late.

But it wasn’t.

He just had to find her, make her believe in him again. Restore her trust in him.

And in order for him to do that, he was going to need some help.

Big time.


“J-just get her to come, okay?” Tom begged his brothers and best friend. His eyes twinkling with pleas of help.

Harry, Sam and Harrison sighed heavily, “Fine,” they answered.

“Thank you. Thank you.” he praised

“But,” Sam said, stopping Tom from thanking him any further, “she may not forgive you. You have to understand you hurt her…a lot.

“I know,” Tom shamefully responded, “but I’m hoping that she’ll love what I’m doing for her tonight.”

Harrison sighed, sending Tom an encouraging smile, “All right, but don’t be disappointed if she doesn’t take you back, Mate.”

He was hoping that wouldn’t have to happen.


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EXO Reaction when you can't really take that he has kissing scenes and photoshoots with other girls anymore

I do want to point out that it’s their job though and whoever gets the opportunity of dating them, should understand that. There has to be a balance between their job and personal life and I think that as long as the equilibrium reminds untouched, there’s nothing to worry about. Xoxo, Admin A~

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*He’s really confused and doesn’t know what to do* “Honestly… I don’t like it either but… but I can’t really avoid it… what should I do?”


*This is him every time he gets asked to have a photoshoot with a girl or something*


“Oh jagi… why didn’t you tell me sooner that this was bothering you… I would have tried everything to not accept those dramas or something. I’m sorry I hurt you… I’ll do better in the future”


“I know it’s upsetting and I don’t really like it either, but it’s not up to me, not entirely. But please trust me baobei, when I say it means nothing”


“You see jagi, you are the only girl I have eyes for. The girls I work for… well I don’t really see them as girls, just friends or co-workers. I might not be able to stop it completely but you should know you are always present, I always talk about you and I always mark my boundaries” 


“Oh come here, stop worrying about it okay? I’ll talk with manager hyung and see what can be done. We’re in this together okay?” *Bf goals*


“You are so adorable when you get jelly.. it’s okay jagi. This has been bothering me for a while too. I’m trying to get into an agreement with manager hyung and others. It might take a while but you won’t have to worry about it anymore”


“I chose her for a reason, I chose her above the whole world because she’s the only girl I want. I don’t want her to be unhappy because of my job… I need to work harder, she deserves better” *Endless debates with himself at night, trying to find a solution*


*It’s a really strong thing for him to hear* “All this time you stayed quiet… watching me while I… I’m sorry jagi. I don’t know how to make it up to you, but I will try harder. I’m sorry for putting you in this position” 


*Even though he can’t really stop it because it’s his job and also part of his dream, he will definitely remind you everyday and every night that you are his one and only* “Did you have a good day? I missed my jagi. I want you to be with me 24/7. Jagi I love you, I’ve never loved anyone like this. Don’t forget that”


“I haven’t been the best boyfriend, I haven’t been the boy you deserve and I’m sorry baobei. I hurt you without even realizing it and didn’t stop it sooner. But I promise you I’ll try, I’ll try harder and I’ll be better for you, I’ll be the boyfriend you deserve. I love you” *Angel*


“Maybe I should just buy SM and fix all this problems… no but seriously it has to stop. I can’t make my girl unhappy, it’s not even an option” *Suho thinking really hard on a good plan to solve everything*

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Good Enough

Originally posted by gotjhope

“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”

Summary: You and him were two complete opposites from each other… You were just the maid’s daughter, but him on the other hand was a celebrity… Girls practically threw themselves at him just to gain his attention… He could choose any girl… but he chose you..


Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // 

Part 13 everyone~ 

More Parts:

Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 //



“Well I’m here now. What’s up?”

“I just want to make you’re okay.”

“I’m Okay. Can I go now?” You asked and you tried to walk off but Taehyung grabbed a hold of your arm and stopped your from walking any farther.

“Bullshit… Talk to me.”

“I said I’m okay!”

You noticed Taehyung just staring at you and you knew you were being a complete bitch but he just won’t leave you alone and that’s what you wanted to be.

“Taehyung… I know you’re just trying to be a good friend and you’re probably worried about me but right now I need to be alone… I need my space..”


“Hm?” You responded and you look right into his eyes and then at that moment Taehyung asks you something that causes your heart to completely drop.

“Your mother is a maid isn’t she?”

How does he know..

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