i hate when they fight :(

Being Draco's Girlfriend Involves...
  • Him being nice to me and only me
  • Walking around holding hands.
  • Quick kisses before classes.
  • Make out sessions when we can’t sleep.
  • Hugging each other all the time.
  • Sitting together in front of the Black Lake.
  • Taking baths together in the Monitor’s Bathroom.
  • I’m able to make him laugh.
  • Pansy trying to annoy me, but Draco sending her away.
  • “I love you. Always have, always will.”
  • Snape doesn’t sending us to detention when he catch us making out in the class room.
  • Comforting him after his father got in jail.
  • Everyone supports our relationship because they think I make Draco a better person.
  • Sitting on his lap and reading together.
  • Winning a silver ring as dating birthday gift.
  • Winning jewelry in general.
  • Him leaving open mouthed kisses on my shoulders and neck when we’re laying in bed.
  • Draco protecting me from everything and anything.
  • Fighting because his jealous of Harry or because I’m jealous of Pansy.
  • “I’m sorry for what I said.” “Me too. I hate when we argue.” “Come here, let me hug you.”
  • Tickle fight when no one is watching.
  • Him staring at me during class and then later needing help to study.
  • Passionate kisses when any of us is sad.
  • Being his happy memory to conjure a patronus.
  • Being called the Prince and Princess of Slytherin.
  • Breaking up with him when I find out he has became a Death Eater.
  • Narcissa and Lucius loving me.
  • Draco staying by my side in the Hogwarts Battle.
  • Passionate sex.
  • LOTS of teasing.
  • Giving him a lap dance as his birthday present.
  • Talking about our future.
  • “Can you imagine how our kids will look like?” “As their mother, I hope.”
  • Sneaking out our dorms to sleep together in the Common Room.
  • Me getting to sleep upon his chest, with his arms around me.
  • Him coming to be with me and my mother in Christmas.
  • She actually loving him because he offers his self to help with everything.
  • He calling me love, angel and princess.
  • Almost dying when Umbridge forbidden girls and boys to be close, and hiding to be able to kiss.
  • He being all bossy when he became a monitor, and taking advantage of that.
  • “What are you doing out of your dorm this late, Miss?” “I’m just reading Draco.” “That’s no excuse. I think I need to punish you for breaking the school rules, you know.”
  • He loving me more than anything and making sure I know that.
  • Me loving him more than anything and making sure he knows that.
  • Going to the astronomy tower at night to see the stars and date.
  • Draco scaring the hell out of any boy that looks to much at me.
  • Stopping him from being mean to the younger kids.
  • “Would you like someone to act like that with me?” “No.” “Then you better stop.”
  • Him asking me to marry him after Voldemort got killed.
  • “I know we’re young, but we’re not getting married, just engaged.” “Draco let me answer!" 
  • Kissing him when he shuts up and whispering "Yes” in to his ear.
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Joji giving Flint a run for his money and going down Like A Boss  (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Preference: What They Secretly Love That You Do.

Darry:

Darry loves when you’ll play with his hair. When you two are in front of the gang it’ll just be you lightly playing with the hairs at the back of his neck but when you two are alone or simply just in front of his brothers you’ll run your fingers through his hair and just move them gently. He’ll complain at first but it’s half hearted because it really does calm him down.

It was almost midnight on a Saturday Ponyboy and Sodapop had just gone off to bed but you and Darry were still sitting on the couch, to comfy to move. Your legs were over Darry’s lap and your body was pressed against his. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back against the back of the couch but your eyes stayed open as you watched him. You moved your arm up slowly so you could begin running your fingers absently through your boyfriends hair. You saw the faint glimmer of a smile cross Darry’s lips as you did so and you watched his worries slowly relax off of him.

Sodapop:
Sodapop loves when you drag him along to see ‘girly movies’. He’ll complain about the whole way to the theater but the second you’re watching it he gets almost more into it than you do.

You were sitting at the drive-in theater with Sodapop’s arm around you as you waited for the movie to start. They were doing a special showing of ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ and you had been excited all week since you convinced Sodapop to take you. Now that you were there sitting and waiting he was sulking to himself.

“This is stupid. Can’t we just go back to my house and see what’s on? Or we could go to the regular theater in town. I think there was a movie there that you would like.”

You turn and give him a look. “Stop pouting and just enjoy the movie okay?”

Sodapop just sighed and put his arm around you. The movie soon started up and Sodapop was immediately captivated. He was so into the movie that he wouldn’t even turn his head away from the screen at your many attempts to kiss him. When the movie finally came to the end you couldn’t help but laugh as Soda looked over at you.

“Don’t you dare tell the others about this.”

“Yes, m’am.” You laughed causing him to nudge you playfully before leaning in to finally give you a kiss.

Ponyboy:
Ponyboy loves when you take his sweatshirt. He’ll whine that now he’ll be cold now but he really doesn’t care. He just loves being able to look over at you with his hoodie on.

You were all sitting at the drive in seats. The movie was about halfway through and you couldn’t stop shivering. Your head was resting on Ponyboy’s shoulder and you looked up at him. “I’m cold.”

“You knew we were coming here. You should brought a jacket.” He said and you continued to stare at him so he sighed and sat up so he could take off his sweatshirt and give it to you. You put it on with a grin and leaned back into his arms.

“Jeez, Y/N, now I’m freezing.” he groaned and so you leaned up to kiss his cheek before turning back to the screen. Once you were looking away he looked down at you and smiled.

Two-Bit:
Two-Bit loves when you’ll get him to dance with you. Sometimes you do it seriously and try to get him to slow dance, other times you’re just messing around to whatever comes on the radio but he loves using you as his excuse to get up and dance to his favorite songs.

Two-Bit and you were sitting on the back of his car, the radio could be heard faintly through the cars open windows. The two of you had been silent, holding hands and just drinking some beer when a song you recognized came on. You smiled softly and looked up at him before standing and tugging his hand.

“Dance with me.” You said.

“Come on, baby, I don’t dance.” He replied and didn’t budge.

“Please,” You begged gently with another small tug at his arm and he relented easily and stood. You pulled Two-Bit close to you and made him sway back and forth with you. He complied until the song started coming to an end and he began lifting you off the ground spinning you, causing you to erupt in a fit of laughter. After he put you down again you persuaded him to dance for a couple more songs.

Dally:
Dally loves when you take his hand to hold. He never went to take it on his own as it would look more his style to have an arm around your shoulders but he did love when you would take his hand in your own. He loved the feeling and though he would never outright admit it you always knew by the way he would squeeze your hand lightly every once in a while or kiss your knuckles when the gang wasn’t looking.

Dally and you were trailing behind the rest of the group as you all walked down the sidewalk into town. He had just lit a cigarette and once one of his hands was free you carefully thread your fingers together and he squeezed your hand gently. Once you all had arrived at where you were going you moved to pull your hand away so his friends wouldn’t tease him but as you did his hold tightened and you couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you felt his them gently moving to stroke your hand. Two-Bit went to say something but with a glare from Dally he shut his mouth quickly. He didn’t let go of your hand once for the rest of the night.

Steve:
Steve loves when you take care of him after a fight or a rumble. He does love to show off his injuries like they were trophies but while he would never admit it to you there was something nice about you fussing over him and making sure he wasn’t hurt to bad.

Steve was laying on the couch at the Curtis house as you gently held a cloth to his bleeding lip. You sighed in frustration however at the fact that he kept talking.
“What are you doing that for, Y/N. Let it be I want people to see how tough I am.” He grinned and you just shook your head.

“Steve, don’t be so stubborn and let me help you. I hate it enough when you go out and fight the least you can do is let me make sure you’re all right after.” You frown.

“Alright fine,” he said begrudgingly. “But only for you, babe.”

You nod and press the cloth to his lip again and his eyes close. You place your free hand on his cheek to stroke it comfortingly and you can’t help bit feel happy as you see him lean into the touch.

Johnny:
Johnny loves when you get all clingy on him. Whether it’s in private and you have his arms wrapped around his neck as you lay as close as possible or whether it’s in front of the gang sitting on his lap with your head resting on his shoulder Johnny lives for these moments.

You were asleep in your room when you heard someone come through the window. You weren’t to worried as you knew it was your boyfriend Johnny. You always left it open a crack for him. Johnny carefully crawled into bed beside you and immediately your arms wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist to hold him close. As he spoke you pressed a few gentle kisses to his jawline and down his neck.

“Hey, love..” he whispered softly and you just hugged him tighter. You felt his hand run gently up and down your back and soon you felt Johnny relaxing into your embrace.

when people say Elsa was the hero of Frozen

Break-up Novella.

PART FOUR: IT’S JUST GOING TO TAKE SOME TIME.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE |

I’m not 100% on this specific part of the Break-Up Novella bit I felt like I needed a filler part in between Parts 3 and 5. I promise you, Part 5 will be filled and it’ll be better and we’ll see their relationship really get better. There may or may not be a cheeky smut scene at the end, as well as the cutest scene I think I’ve ever written in my life. 

I’m really iffy on this part, so, I apologise in the horrendous flow. I really tried to work through it, I can promise you, haha. Chances are, I will come back to this a really re-do it to fit the novella properly. I lost all inspiration for this section and I’m so unsure as to why. I think I’ve just been SO excited to write the final part because I hate it when the missus and Harry fight because I just love them and I’m rooting for them SO hard… :(((

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I Love Hating You (Damian X Reader)

Requested: Yes
Summary: Another heated argument with Damian leads to an admission of feelings.
Word Count: 861

Damian slammed the door of the Batmobile angrily. You couldn’t help but clench your jaw as you resisted the urge to lash out at him again. He was being a complete ass. You ripped your mask off and threw it on the table before you headed to the changing area.

“You are an insufferable fool!” you yelled as you walked away.

“Infuriating woman,” Damian cursed as he pulled off his own mask and collapsed in the chair next to Jason, who was searching intel on Black Mask.

“What was that about?” he asked. Damian just glared and shook his head.

“She’s reckless and she’s going to get us both killed,” he explained as he pulled off his gloves.

“Are you serious?” you demanded as you overheard the demeaning remark from the person meant to have your back. “I was doing just fine until you decided to butt in!” you argued before storming upstairs away from Damian before you lobbed a batarang at him.

“What happened?” Jason asked Damian, turning away from the monitor to give the teen boy his full attention.

“We were on patrol and came across a couple of muggers in an alley. She didn’t even stop and think before she jumped into the fight. They had knives and if I hadn’t ‘butted in’ she would’ve gotten herself hurt,” he explained as he started unlacing his boots. “Or worse,” he looked up at Jason, to see a sly grin spread across his brother’s face.

“You like her, don’t you?” he asked. Damian’s face turned red almost instantly, giving Jason his answer.

“Absolutely not! She is stubborn and dangerous!” he argued. “I could never be attractive to someone so…” he searched for a word. Jason burst out laughing.

“Damian, (Y/n) is a great crime fighter, and you know it,” he reasoned. “If she wasn’t, you wouldn’t go out with her on patrol every chance you get,” he added. Damian’s red face darkened. “How long? Jason asked.

“What?” Damian returned.

How long have you liked her?” Jason elaborated. Damian sighed. There was no point in denying it at this point. He knew if he did, Jason would simply pursue the topic until he got the answer he wanted.

Since she joined the team,” he admitted. “She’s talented and intuitive,” he confessed. Jason looked up to see you walking back into the cave, anger clear on your features as you decided to give Damian another piece of your mind. Jason caught your attention before you could open your mouth and motioned for you to be quiet and listen. You crossed your arms, but did as he asked.

“I couldn’t ask for a better partner, really. I just hate it when she jumps into fighting so quickly. What if one of those thugs had a gun tonight? I don’t know what I’d do if she got hurt,” Damian confessed with his head in his hands. You couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto your cheeks.

“But she wasn’t hurt, was she?” Jason countered. Damian nodded.

“No, she wasn’t. She is a brilliant fighter. I know she can handle herself alone,” he took a deep breath. “But I don’t want her to,” he looked to Jason. “I don’t want her to hate me,” he added softly. Your cheeks burned bright pink at the overheard confession. Damian actually liked you.

“So, why don’t you talk to her about it?”Jason asked.

“I’ve tried, Todd! It turns into an argument every damn time,” he growled. “She can be so hard headed,” he shook his head and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Why does she make me such a fool?” he asked. Jason chuckled.

It’s love, Little bird,” he answered. Your muscles went slack as you heard that word. Emotions rushed through your mind as you considered your emotions for him.

“I suppose it is,” Damian answered. Your heart began to race as he leaned back in his chair. “What do I do?”

“You should talk to her,” Jason advised him. He shook his head and sighed.

What would I even say?” he asked.

“You could start with an apology,” you offered as you stepped closer to the rail on the second floor walkway. Damian whipped around and looked up at you with shock in his blue eyes. He turned his glare to Jason, who took this as opportunity to run.

“Todd!” he yelled as he gave chase.

“ALFRED!” Jason called as he ran from the barefoot batboy. You couldn’t resist the laugh that bubbled up from your chest. You leaned on the metal rail and waited for the brothers to get closer. When they were running underneath you, you leapt over the edge and landed squarely on Damian’s back. He hit the floor with an ‘oof’. You leaned down and kissed his cheek gently.

“I don’t hate you, Damian,” you admitted before letting him up. His cheeks were pink and you were sure yours matched. Without warning, he moved forward and placed a firm kiss on your lips. The simple kiss made your heart tumble in your chest.

“I don’t hate you either, (Y/n),” he confessed to you with a shy smile.

Can I just say that I love my mutuals?

Literally everyone I follow who is commenting on this whole Jinmin thing is defending Jin. And damnit, I appreciate that.

Oh and for the record, if you think Jin is in the wrong for this, you’re wrong. It was a bit cringy, I agree, but I hope you all realize that Jin has been on the receiving end of that (and countless other) rude jokes since the beginning of time.

I agree with the belief that Jimin is Not a delicate flower that can’t handle shit, and how Rude of anyone to even imply that. He’s a strong and grownass MAN that has come so freaking far in his self confidence and for anyone to say that one of his best friends making a joke about this (DURING A GAME OF INSULTS AND PURPOSEFUL NEEDLING) would crush his soul or something is just beyond ridiculous.

Jin apologized, Jimin was Very clearly not upset, and their best friendship is intact.

(And if you’re really still pissed at Jin, go count all the times Jin has been called a pig, or fat, or ugly (bonus points for never getting any sort of apology), and then come back to me and we can talk.)

Don’t Leave (Jeff x Reader)

Hello everyone! This is my first imagine on this blog, so I hope you enjoy! Please send in requests if you would like to see more!



“Hannah” You groan as the car comes to a halt. “Why couldn’t we of just stayed at mine?” Hannah rolls her eyes at you before taking her seatbelt off.

“Because, you and Jeff haven’t spoken in a week and Jeff is coming tonight. So, you two are going to fix things!” She demands with a smile before hopping out of the car before you can protest. You groan once more as you get out and follow her to the home of Jessica Davis. 

“Okay tell me this, I know for a fact that me and Jeff isn’t the only reason you wanted to come tonight.” You smirk linking arms with hers. “Has it got anything to do with Mr Clay Jensen?” You wiggle your eyebrows as Hannah bites her lip holding back her smile giving away the answer which you already knew.

“Oh shut up Y/N.” She laughs as you two reach the house. 

You suddenly become nervous as you barge your way through the swarm of already drunken teenagers. Usually you love a good party, but tonight the thought of seeing Jeff scared you. You two hadn’t spoken for a week since your fight. He didn’t like the fact that you were spending lots of time with Justin Foley who has been one of your best friends since you were children. Jeff believed that you and Justin had something going on and being the person you are, you didn’t let him get away with that accusation.

“Y/N! Hannah! My very best friends!” A cheery voice comes from behind you and as you spin around you are met with a very happy Clay. “I’ve been waiting for you guys to arrive, here, I already got you both a drink.” You chuckle as you take the drink from his hand.

“What’s gotten in to you Jensen?” You say with an amused look on your face. 

“Oh, I’m just happy that you two finally decided to show up!” 

“Sorry, it took me a while to drag little miss Y/L/N out of the house.” Hannah rolls her eyes before taking a sip of her drink.

“So… Have you um seen him yet?” Clay asks awkwardly as he looks around the room. 

“Nope.” You shake your head and take a sip of your drink, the alcohol slightly burning your throat. 

“Atkins! Atkins! Atkins!” You spoke to soon. You turn your head and see him walk through the door. Your heart beat immediately begins to thump at a fast pace. He catches your eye and you look away, bringing your attention back to Clay and Hannah who’s giving you a sympathetic smile. 

“Well, I need another drink.” You breathe out as you begin to down the one in your hand.

“But I just gave you-” Clay stops himself as he see’s you finish your once full cup. “Okay then…”

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A few drinks later you are stumbling through the crowds to find your other two best friends Jessica and Justin. 

“Y/N/N!” Justin calls out with a smile as you reach them in the corner of the living room. 

“Bitchhhhh!” Jessica yells throwing her arms in the air to greet you. 

“Bitchhhh!” You reply, mimicking Jessica’s actions. 

“Have you spoken to the prick?” Justin asks as he rolls his eyes. You chuckle slightly. Justin hasn’t exactly been Jeff’s biggest fan after your fight. When you told him what happened all he did was laugh at the fact that Jeff thought you were together.

“No, I’ve only seen him a few times and then went the complete opposite direction to where he was.” You sigh. “I don’t even think he cares that I’m here.”

“Well…” Jessica nods her head to something behind you. “I beg to differ seeing as he can’t keep his eyes off of you.” 

You frown before turning around the see Jeff at the other side of the room, his eyes on you and only you. Turning back to your friends you take a deep breath before finishing your drink and putting the empty cup on the table. 

“I need some air.” You walk, or should I say stumble, out of the house and into the front garden. You really wanted to speak to Jeff but what would you say? A whistle knocks you out of your thoughts.

“Hello baby girl.” An arm that didn’t belong to Jeff is thrown over your shoulder. You look up to see none other than Montgomery De La Cruz smirking down at you. 

“I am not your baby girl.” You spat wriggling out of his grasp just for him to grab your arm and pull you closer.

“Oh come on Y/L/N.” He tightens his grip. “I’ve been watching you all night and you haven’t been with Jeff at all. So why don’t I show you how to have some fun?” He whispers the last part into your ear making you tense up, feeling uncomfortable.

“Fuck off Monty.” You struggle to get out of his grip.

“Just let me show you how to have a good time princess.”

“Monty, I said fuck-” Before you can finish your sentence Monty is aggressively pulled away from you.

“She said fuck off Monty.” A voice full of anger spits. A wave of relief flushes over you as you see Jeff stood in front of you, towering over Montgomery. 

“Come on Atkins, you weren’t giving her any attention so I thought I would step in.” He winks at you causing Jeff to clench his fists.

“Stay away from her or I swear to god I’ll beat the shit out of you.” You widen your eyes in shock. Angry Jeff was rare but when it did happen, it was scary. You step in before a fight breaks out, intertwining you fingers with Jeff’s causing him to calm down.

“Come on.” You say calmly, tugging Jeff away. He takes a deep breath before walking you to a quiet area. 

Once you stop walking you both stare at each other for a while in silence. God you missed him. 

“Baby I’m so sorry.” He finally says taking your hands in his, guilt evident in those beautiful eyes. “I shouldn’t of accused you of having feelings for Justin, he’s your best friend.” 

“It’s okay Jeff, I’m sorry for getting so mad. I hate when we fight and not talking to you was so hard.” You sigh.

“I’m shouldn’t of just ignored you like that princess. I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

“Jeff.” You laugh. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, don’t let a little fight like this tell you otherwise.”

Jeff places his hands on your waist before pulling you closer to him. The smell of his aftershave hits you and you suddenly remembered how much you missed his scent. He slowly reaches down and places his forehead against yours, breathing out, his hot breath against your face. 

“I love you so much Y/N, Y/L/N.” He mumbles pressing his lips against yours. You smile as you kiss him back, missing the feel of him.

“I love you too Jeff Atkins.” You whisper against his lips before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you holding you tight as if you’ll leave if he lets go. He kisses your forehead as you wrap your arms around his torso, happy that you are finally back in his arms.

21. Staying cool during a heatwave (from this list)

It was well past thirty degrees out before Ladybug and Chat Noir finally stopped for a break in their weekly patrol.

“So, can we get an akuma that, like, turns off the sun or something next?” Chat groaned where he was sprawled out on the shady, lukewarm concrete under the rooftop overhang they’d discovered together. “Just for a day. One day.”

“But then we’d have to fight in the dark,” Ladybug mumbled back, trying not to whine as she leaned (melted) against the wall by his feet. “I hate fighting in the dark.”

Her eyes felt dry when she blinked and her tongue felt cool when she licked her lips and it was really much too hot out to be doing anything that didn’t involve copious amounts of cold water, but she and Chat had a duty to the city, so patrol they would, regardless of the danger of heatstroke.

Chat sighed gustily and flopped a hand in her general direction. “Imagine I just said something really great about holding your hand. It’s too hot to think up lines.”

Ladybug laughed through her groan despite herself. “It’s too hot for holding hands, too.”

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Cliché

Request:

I don’t have a specific story line to request but I really really really need Reggie x reader angst that ends in fluff. If you can’t do this without a specific plot it’s fine!

A/N: I was writing another fic then this spilled out and I didn’t fit the other fic that well, so I decided to turn it into this and hopefully you guys like it. I don’t know if this angsty enough though. Enjoy and I’ll update my masterlist later. Sorry for the delay in posting I have been sick and finals have arrived. Have a lovely day you beautiful majestic creatures/humans/witches/wizards whatever you want to be. If you’re following me and I haven’t followed you back slide in my ask or inbox and tell me please. 😍 I was supposed to post this yesterday but apparently there is a limit to how much a person can post within a day (blame Tumblr not me).

Words: 2500

Summary: You and Reggie have been friends since as long as you can remember. You both like each other but won’t admit it until Chuck messes with you.

Spoilers: Like one swear word I think. Reggie being protective af.

“So you guys have been inseparable since your childhood and never dated, or even thought of it” Veronica continued as you sighed at the reference that was always directed at you.

You’ve been best friends with Reggie Mantle for as long as you could remember.

That phrase always directed towards you both and it made you groan annoyingly at the person who directed it to you. You couldn’t understand why people couldn’t see that a guy and a girl could totally have a platonic relationship.

You loved Reggie as a friend, and you were pretty sure he felt that too. Sure you had a flirty way of communication towards each other, but you had always been like that.

“Were just friends. Best friends for that matter, can we just drop that” you spoke hating when people expected you to be a bigger cliché.

You couldn’t stand clichés you already were one, the sweet girl that kept to herself and tried to get along with everyone; although you always had Reggie who stood up for you if anything ever happened. That being the biggest cliché, being somewhat popular having a jock best friends who made sure you were always protected.

Growing up though Reggie got handsome and you contemplated your feelings, but pushed them aside because you couldn’t stand being so ordinary and becoming a bigger cliché.

“So, he’s available” the raven haired girl hinted at you.

“From what I know, yes” you answered you took a sip of water.

“So can I have his number?” Veronica continued giving you her phone as you placed in Reggie’s number.

The bell rang indicating that lunch was over and you all made your ways to class.

You were going to be late to class since you forgot your notebook at your locker. The hallway being empty because everyone was now in class, or so you thought.

You soon became startled by a hand brushing against your behind as you turned shocked as to what just happened.

“WHAT THE HELL CHUCK!” you exclaimed as he smiled all you wanted to do now was go home and put on some pants instead of the flowy dress that was on you.

“Pipe down (Y/N), it was an accident” he lied as you saw from the side of your eye that the rest of the football team leaving the locker room after their meeting.

“Just leave me alone, and don’t you ever come near me again” you hissed at him not wanting to make a scene.

“What’s going on (Y/N)?” Reggie made his way to you with worry and anger flooding his eyes.

“Nothing Reg, it’s fine, I’m fine” you reassured him not wanting him to get in a fight with his fellow teammate.

“Yeah I handled things pretty well” Chuck spoke with a devilish smirk on his face not even sorry about what he did and that made you feel more violated than ever.

“How dare you?! You asshole!” you continued at him while slapping his face and Reggie pulled you away.

“Chuck what did you do?” Reggie questioned his teammate.

“Oh, C’mon Reggie she was asking for it” Reggie’s blood boiling not knowing to what he was referring but nobody spoke about you that way not with him around, not ever “don’t act innocent ever since the day she started developing your eyes linger longer than ever too” Chuck continued as Reggie threw the first punch.

It almost was a full on fight until the coach Clayton emerged and broke it up protecting his kid.

“Don’t come near her again I swear your dad won’t be able to save you every time” Reggie hissed as you two were dismissed from school.

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You both walked to your house quietly, until he finally broke the silence.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I just, I hate how I wasn’t there to protect you. (Y/N) you have to tell me what he did” he spoke with worry in his eyes you stayed quiet “(Y/N/N) I know you hate it when I fight, but I hate it when people mess with the things I care about.”

“I- h- he-, I just want to go home and put some pants on” you ignored the question not wanting him to go crazy as you opened the door to your house.

“I’m going to go change, be right down” you proclaimed.

You changed and made your way to the kitchen as Reggie was making himself a sandwich.

“(Y/N), you have to tell me what he did, please, I’m your best friend” this time he ordered and you sighed in defeat.

“You can’t go fuming mad man on him Reggie, or I swear I won’t ever trust you again” you lied knowing you had to tell him before anyone tried to mix up the story as he nodded.

“He- uh- he touched my ass” you spoke softly looking into his eyes hurt in them for what had happened to you.

Reggie grabbed you by the waist pulling you into a hug, and you thought that maybe he wouldn’t go hulk on Chuck although you kind of wish he would because he deserved it.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)” Reggie whispered to you as he ran out of your home and you couldn’t catch up to him.

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An hour later you heard the doorbell ring as you opened the door to reveal Reggie with blood in his knuckles and a small scratch on his forehead. You smiled internally because you knew Chuck got the worse of it, but worry is what showed in your eyes as you pulled him in to the kitchen as you looked for the first-aid kit.

“Dammit Reggie, what did you do?” you asked knowing the answer, as you climbed the counter to reach the kit and you missed a step and he caught you.

“You don’t deserve being treated like that (Y/N/N)” he pointed out still holding on to you.

He finally settled you down as you cleaned up his wounds.

“Look you have to keep quiet about this, we both got in trouble at school for going against Chuck” you pronounced soon to be cut off by him.

“No (Y/N), I can’t do that, you’re my girl, nobody messes with us” he raged.

“No Reg, I know what he did was wrong, but this, if the school finds out. They will call my mom, look I don’t want any more trouble. If my mom finds out I- I- Reggie, please you’re my guy too, you know that. I just want to forget about this.” you pleaded as you heard your mom pull up in the driveway.

“(Y/N) what is this about you slapping Chuck Clayton at school today, and why did I have to find out from a call from the principal and not you” Your mom interrupted you and Reggie as she stepped in the house.

“Shit” you mumbled under your breath and stayed quiet.

“Well are you going to tell her?” Reggie added with anger in his voice not wanting you to keep quiet about this whole ensemble.

“Reggie shut up!” you ordered.

“He touched your ass (Y/N), that’s harassment!” Reggie stated harshly and your mother stood there with wide eyes.

“Look mom I didn’t want to tell you because I- its embarrassing okay! I- Don’t you hear what they say about the girls that this happens to. They get slut-shamed even if they’re like me and never have gone out with anyone. It’s so degrading and I can’t stand it, but I hate getting myself or even other people in trouble. Yes even if it’s Chuck and he wasn’t sorry because I hate conflict” you finished tears finally leaving your eyes.

“Oh honey, you’re not a slut. You are not anything they will try to say about you.” your mom pulled you into a hug “but we all need to speak to the principal about what really happened that boy needs to learn there will be consequences to his actions.”

“No mom Reggie is going to get more in trouble if we do, he just went on a punching spree on Chuck” you added as your mom pulled away from the hug and gave a small hug to Reggie.

“Did you get him good?” your mom encouraged.

“MOM!” you chuckled at her comment.

“Well, I need to know that if he’s going to get in trouble it’s going to be worth it” she explained.

“So worth it” Reggie gushed as he brought you both in for a small hug.

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Later Reggie “left.” It really just means your mom kicks him out of the house because it gets too late, but he always climbs through your window into your room.

As Reggie was climbing your window he accidently hit his cut on the forehead.

“You’re getting too big for my window, I’m going to have to find a bigger one, although that will make my mom figure out our arrangement” you chuckled as he sat next you in bed.

“Yeah, she’s going to ruin our sleepovers”

Ding!

1 new message:

Unknown-

Hey Reggie hope you don’t mind (Y/N) gave me your number. 😉

-Ronnie xx

“Now why did you do that?” Reggie asked you as he showed you his phone.

“She asked for it, she asked if you were available; I thought you were” he looked down “so who’s the girl then? I’m sure if I tell Ron she will understand that it was misunderstanding” you gave him a puzzled look.

“No girl, not important I’m just not interested” Reggie fidgeted as he typed down a message letting her down easy.

“Oh c’mon you’d never turn down a girl like Ronnie, who has you like this” you grinned but at the same time sad that there just might be another girl that was going to take up Reggie’s time.

“I think we should just drop it” he ignored the topic “So how are you holding up?”

“I wish it was me that punched Chuck” you said softly laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’d like to see that” Reggie chuckled.

“I’m still mad at you, you know; but I can’t stay mad at you forever because I don’t know what I’d do without you Mantle” you commented looking to his bruised fists.

“I had to he disrespected my girl” Reggie retorted placing his arm around you “I’m just happy I saw you slap him, I never thought I’d see the day you hit someone” he laughed as you playfully punched him “ow, I’m injured, how dare you” he continued.

“That’s not my fault” you defended.

“Oh but it is (Y/N/N), I punched the hell out of him for you” he looked directly at your eyes.

The atmosphere changed within the second you both laid eyes on each other, Reggie looked vulnerable like he wanted to say something, but was scared of the outcome that could come after if he spilled his feelings.

“How are we still friends?” you broke your gaze as he squeezed you tighter to his side.

“What do you mean? We’ve always be friends” Reggie declared but it hurt. Reggie had grown fond of you the moment he realized you were the only one who was ever there for him. In the absence of his family you were there, the coach pinned him against Archie you were there, when he lost his friend Jason you were there.

He knew how you felt about clichés, but all he wanted was to be part of a different cliché with you. He wanted to be the jock that got the sweet girl. The guy best friend who got to date his best friend because he knew that you were his soulmate.

There you both sat knowing your feelings for each other, but afraid to speak of them. He was afraid of rejection and you your excuse was a cliché which you came up with in middle school because you were tired of everyone and their assumptions about you and Reggie. Most importantly because you fell in love with your best friend and you had to make everyone think otherwise.

“I know, but I mean were both a bit different in most stories we were supposed to fall apart and forget each other. You with your popularity and me the shy quiet one” confirmed.

“Are you hinting something?” Reggie gave you a sad smile.

“No, I’m just glad we’ve actually stuck to each other” you smiled back.

“Good, different is good, I like our story” Reggie added and you blushed.

You both laid down in your bed and fell asleep to wake up to your alarm ringing a bit earlier as it always did when Reggie would sleep over so he had time to back to his house to get ready, he lived next door anyways.

You opened your eyes as you were cuddled to Reggie, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“Reggie it’s morning” you spoke as he held you tighter not wanting to get up.

“Just five more minutes, please” he wouldn’t let go.

“Mantle the magnificent, I hope you realize my mom doesn’t knock and were supposed to go with her to school today about you know who” you started poking him to get up even though what you wanted was to keep cuddling with him.

“Fine” he let go as you both stood up.

You had a very nervous expression about the whole situation, you wanted justice but Chuck always seemed to get away with it and you two were alone in the hallway when he touched you, there was no witnesses and it all just dawned at you and Reggie saw your expression as he was about to climb out.

“Hey” he grabbed you by the shoulders “It’s all going to be okay, your mom is going to be there and so am I” he grabbed one of your hands as he intertwined his with yours which sent butterflies in your stomach.

“But that didn’t stop him before, I mean no one saw, I have no witnesses.” You freaked as he let his hand go from your shoulder and placed in your chin.

“(Y/N)?” he looked you straight in the eyes.

“Yeah” you said a little short of breath.

“No one messes with what’s mine” he commented as he placed his lips on yours and it shocked you at first but you kissed back.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that for” he confessed as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Probably not as long as I have wanted that to happen” you spilled as he gave you a wide smile.

“So can you tell Ronnie I’m taken now” he beamed.

“As long your there with me” you approved.

“So you don’t mind being a cliché with me?” he questioned you.

“I’ll be your cliché” you announced as you placed one last kiss on his lips so you both could get ready for school.

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Causing Conflict

Kozik x Reader where Tig decides to pursue the reader, even more so when he finds out she’s Kozik’s girl.

Originally posted by small-town-wayward-daughter

“Who is she?” Tig asks, whistling lowly as he sees you get out of your car, you grabbing your bag before locking the car, completely unaware of the eyes upon you.

“No idea, but she’s way out of your league.” Jax says, smirking to himself. Tig scoffs, shaking his head in denial. He continues to watch you, a determined look in his eyes. “I think I know who she is now.”

Tig frowns in confusion, before his lip curls up into a snarl, Kozik emerging from the clubhouse, a grin on his face. You share the same expression, your boyfriends arms weaving around you as you press your lips to his. “No fucking way.”

“Seems like she’s already occupied, Bro.” Jax laughs, slapping his friend on the back before leaving the garage.

“Not for long.” Tig promises to himself, a mischievous smile tickling at his lips.

Your eyes widen as you leave the bathroom, not expecting someone to be waiting right outside the door. “Jesus Christ, you scared me.”

“Sorry about that, sweetheart.” the man apologises, stepping back slightly. He extends his hand out, smiling at you. “Just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Tig.”

You have to stop yourself from reacting once he speaks, his name being the same one Kozik has been ranting about on the phone for the past week. You shake his hand politely, him holding it a little longer than you’d like. “(Y/N).”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” he flirts, you unable to control your smile at his words. “Fancy a drink?”

Knowing Kozik is out on a run and you have nothing better to do, you nod in response, following Tig as he heads towards the bar, one of the prospects handing him two beers. He holds one out to you, his fingers brushing yours as you take it.

“Thanks.” you say, taking a seat next to Tig on one of the couches, him sliding closer to you so your thighs are touching. “How come you aren’t out with the others?”

He shrugs his shoulders, taking a gulp of his beer, his heated gaze making you feel uncomfortable. “Couldn’t leave you all alone could I?”

You choke on your drink, liquid spraying everywhere as you splutter, your cheeks reddening as you try to recover. “Guess not.”

“So…” he starts, sliding closer to you, his arm resting behind your head as you shrink into the cushions. “How about we make good use of having the place to ourselves?“

“You do know I’m with Kozik, right?” you say, dodging his advances and pulling yourself free as quickly as you can, Tig standing to follow you as you walk backwards.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Tig reaches for you, you slipping under his arm and practically sprinting for the door, thankful to hear the rumble of bikes as the others speed into the lot.

A hand on your waist makes you jump, Tig smirking at you once you turn around. “C'mon darlin’, I’ll show you how a real man does it.”

“What did you just say to her?” your boyfriend spits, Tig wearing an expression of accomplishment as he licks his lips, winking at you.

“She’s been aching for it since she got here. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” Tig says, spurring Kozik on. You open your mouth to defend yourself, Kozik beating you to it as he slams his fist into Tig’s face, the darker haired biker stumbling backwards from the impact.

“Koz!” you shout, reaching out for your partner before you’re pulled back, Happy gently guiding you backwards, away from the fighting men. “Stop them!”

“They need this, (Y/N).” Happy responds, holding you firmly as you struggle in his grip. You’re forced to watch in horror as the two men brawl, Koizk throwing Tig into the wall harshly, Tig dodging a hit before delivering one of his own.

After what feels like forever, Jax separates the battered men, you jogging over to Kozik and inspecting the damage. “I’m fine, babe.”

You ignore his reassurances, taking his rough hand in your own and leading him to the apartment he was currently staying in, pushing his shoulders and forcing him to sit on the bed.

Kozik watches you as you work in silence, your delicate fingers disinfecting the cuts upon his face, cautiously swiping away any dried blood with your featherlight touch.

“Are you gonna talk to me at all?” he mumbles, capturing your hand in his grasp and kissing each of your knuckles, a soft sigh leaving you.

“I hate seeing people fight, Herman. Even more so when it’s you.” Your eyes are slightly glassed over as you meet his gaze, his own softening before he guides you onto his lap, one arm going around your back as the other rests on your thighs.“It makes me feel sick.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.” he whispers, squeezing your hip comfortingly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your thigh. “I couldn’t just stand there and listen to him-”

You nod in understanding, cradling his face in your hand, his eyes closing as he nestles into your touch. “Thank you.”

“Don’t. You’re my girl, it’s my duty to look after you.” he says, a soft smile making it’s way onto his face. He hisses as you press your lips to his, the fresh cut stinging sharply.

“Shit, sorry babe.” you say, pulling away swiftly, not wanting to hurt him anymore. He pouts, the action making you laugh as you lightly kiss his lips again, him taking your lip between his teeth once you try to pull away, your body tingling in response.

A/N - I hope you guys liked this, my first Kozik imagine! I’ve got about 8 drafts of uncompleted work that I’m slowly trying to finish, but I’m still struggling with my block 😭 thank you for being so patient, your support amazes me ❤

Imagine ending up with the role of "group mom" in the company

Kili:I need an adult!

You : here let me help you dear.

Thorin : he’s 77 he can do it by himself

You: oh hush up there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.

Oin: lass do you know where my carbuncle cream is?

You : left front pocket of your pack.

Thorin : you’re not their mother you shouldn’t have to do this.

Fili : I’m bored

You : here have a puzzle book

*you and thorin argue*

Dwalin : I hate it when mum and dad fight

Originally posted by niniadelverano


Originally posted by oakenshieldbaggins

a plot where muse a and b hate each other. and by hate, i mean completely and utterly loathe one another. they turn on their heel and walk out of a room when they spot each other, they insult each other at every opportunity they get, and they’d rather sit on a spinning blade than spend time together doing anything but screaming at each other – unless they’re fucking. as much as they can’t stand one another, they drive each other crazy, good crazy, in bed. she comes out with bruises on her hips and hickies on her thighs while he’s got scratches trailing down his back and chest. they hate each other, but they love fucking, and their sex is full of pulling and scratching and biting and shut the fuck up and say my fucking name and the second they’re finished, one’s kicking the other out. this behavior continues for a while, both showing no signs of liking each other, even a little, until one day muse b fucks up and says the ‘l’ word in bed. he leaves immediately, and they avoid each other for days until muse a snaps and goes to his apartment and they fight and fight and fight until they’re fucking again, and afterwards they fight more and he’s shirtless and defensive and she’s in her bra and on the verge of tears because somehow, they ended up loving each other, and suddenly every day when they fight, the 'i hate you’s sound like 'i love you’s and the sex feels like making love and somehow they hate that even more, because hate is all they know how to feel.