I found the cult ending thing in the game files but it was all jubled and in the wrong order so i did my best to transcribe it (also i accidentally deleted half of this post the first time I wrote this and i am d y i n g)
Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.
“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”
Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”
Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”
“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.
Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”
Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.
“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.
Summary: Y/N is Peter’s best friend and she’s in love with him (CLICHE I KNOW), however he’s in love with someone else.
Word Count: 2000 exactly!
A/N: This is kinda sucky not gonna lie, but we’ll see. I’m trying to improve on setting scenes and stuff. I think I’m decent at writing emotions, but not on describing them in detail… (also posting from mobile!!) ANYWAY I had fun writing the end and I hope you enjoy!!
The bell had just rung for first period was Peter walked up to you. “Hey Pete.”
“Hey Y/N. Did you hear about Liz?” His face lit up whenever he spoke about Liz, but you always ignored it. You were too focused on him in general; You were in love with the boy.
“No, did something happen?” You frowned.
“Nah, she’s just having a party and she invited me, you, Ned and Michelle.”
“You know she doesn’t like to
be called Michelle, it’s MJ now.”
“She’ll always be Michelle whether she likes it or not.” He said with a smirk on his face. You could feel your heart pounding and the butterflies in your stomach whenever you were with him. Everything Peter did could make you melt…
“I don’t think I’m gonna go to the party… It’s just-”
“Not your thing?” MJ interrupted. “Even I’m going, Y/N. You have to!”
She leaned in to you. “Peter told me he’s gonna confess to Liz tonight, you have to!”
You shook your head. “Sorry Pete, I’ll have to think about it. MJ, we should get to French class.”
“Bye Y/N, Bye Michelle.” He emphasized Michelle, and she narrowed her eyes.
As you two got farther away from Peter, you began interrogating her. “How did you find this out… And why is he?”
“He told me after Liz invited us, and I’m not sure why exactly… But like I said before, you should go because it might be your last chance.”
“I hate parties.” You let out a sigh. Peter had been head over heels in love with Liz since seventh grade. It was annoying at first, but now it just hurt you, because you were head over heels in love with him. “However, if tonight’s the night then…”
“Yes! You’re finally gonna do it!” MJ almost yelled.
“Shhh, keep your voice down MJ.” You laughed.
You walked into Liz’s party wearing more make-up than normal, a tight black dress, and heels that really made your legs look nice. You obviously looked good on purpose; tonight was going to be your night. The loud atmosphere was suffocating and hot, which was reason number one why you hated parties. Flash Thompson was yelling “Penis Parker”, and you could see Peter with Ned in the corner. He looked annoyed with Flash, but then he locked eyes with you. Your heart fluttered, and you gave Peter a small wave. He was just starting to walk towards you when MJ appeared almost out of no-where.
“You came. I kinda wish I didn’t come now, though.” She looked around.
You leaned in and whispered, “Nice cock-block, Peter was just walking over to me!”
You leaned over her shoulder to look for Peter. You had to tell him how you felt tonight, otherwise you might lose him to Liz.
“Why don’t we do something for awhile… Like, hide from all of these people?”
“Michelle, we’ll be fine!” You laughed. “But if-” You began, only to be interrupted…
“Damn Y/N, you look really good tonight!” Flash said towards you. He scanned your body and gave you a grin. He always hit on you at school, but right now was a new experience. “Do you think you wanna maybe dance with me tonight?”
You rolled your eyes at him.
“I reject you at school, and I’ll reject you here too, Flash. No, please leave us alone…”
Flash left you alone for the rest of the night, but you got some more attention from some asshole seniors. You thought it was funny how once you showed off your curves, they were suddenly interested in you.
You had lost MJ awhile back, so you were alone in a crowd of people. You were squeezing your way in between bodies when your arm was grabbed. It was Liz. She pulled you towards a group, which consisted of MJ, Ned, a guy from your English class, and Peter. When you joined the group, all eyes turned to you.
“Y/N, I was looking for you!” MJ said impatiently.
“Sorry, I got caught up with Flash again. He won’t leave me alone…”
Peter laughed. “Well if you hadn’t dressed like that-”
“Excuse me? God forbid I wanted to look nice, Peter.”
He didn’t say anything to you after that. The conversation was carried on in the group, and you wish you’d paid attention to Liz and Peter… The way they looked at eachother you should’ve known something was up, but you were oblivious and the night continued on.
The group eventually dispersed, and you had gone to the bathroom to take a break. It’d been a long night, so you decided to leave. You were on your way out when someone outside caught your eye. It was Peter.
Cold licked at your face and crept under your clothes as you pushed open the glass door. You saw Peter looking up at the stars, and you contemplated for a moment if this moment could be anymore perfect. When the door behind you shut, Peter’s head snapped to you, and you could see the corners of his mouth slide upwards. The moonlight spilled onto his chest and shoulders.
You stepped towards Peter, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. This was going to be your moment, you just felt it. You stood next to him, watching as he stared at the stars.
“The stars really are something, aren’t they?” He said, with his eyes still on the stars.
“Yes, they are. My mom always said stars were like angels, that they watch over you in the darkest of times.”
“That’s weird but cute…” His eyebrows furrowed.
You let out a small laugh. “My mom always was kind of a hippie… Oh, by the way, I didn’t appreciate what you said about my outfit earlier!”
He frowned. “What? It’s true. You can’t come here looking-”
“I can do whatever the hell I want! And I actually wanted to look good for once…” Your voice faltered.
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry. You do look really good if it makes you feel any better.” You could feel your cheeks turn pink, but you were thankful your blush was concealed by the darkness of the night.
“So, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it a little cold?” He spoke as he wrapped the jacket he was wearing a few seconds ago around you.
“As Elsa once said, ‘The cold never bothered me anyway.’” You said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I really don’t like parties. It was just too many people… And I was kind of looking for you.”
“Me?” He questioned.
“Yeah, it’s just…” You took in a sharp breath of the icy air. “This is really hard for me to admit, Pete, but I guess… I like you?”
“Y/N…” He began.
“You know, like-like? Okay that sounds really immature I guess the term would be love-” You were rambling before he interrupted you.
“I-I thought MJ or Liz would’ve told you by now…” Peter broke his gaze from you, looking at the ground now. His tone sounded sympathetic, and you felt your heart drop. You bit your lip trying to stop any tears, because now you knew he wasn’t going to tell you he loved you back. “Liz and I, we’ve kinda been a thing… But I guess now we’re official.”
Tears slowly poured out of your eyes as you shut them. “Yeah, of course… Well I’m sorry this is awkward. Now I feel like an idiot.”
You could feel his eyes once again on you. “Y/N, you shouldn’t… You’re an amazing girl and one of my best friends! Any guy would be lucky to have you!”
“Peter, just don’t. Don’t give me that speech. Fuck that.” You exhaled, and wiped your cheeks. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.“Do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about this. It’s extremely embarrassing. Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel and began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist.
“Wait, you don’t have to leave. Liz and I were just gonna start a game of truth or dare!”
“Are you kidding me right now?” You looked
up at him now, aware that your nose was probably red and your cheeks stained. “I just told you I love you and you want me to play games with you and your girlfriend? Don’t you realize how much this hurts me!”
Peter stared back at you, not knowing what to say. “Peter… I don’t think we can really be friends anymore…”
“Come on, don’t say that… It’s been you and me since 6th grade.”
“That’s thing! It’s been you and me since 6th grade, and you’ve still never caught on that I like you, asshole!” You knew it wasn’t his fault he didn’t love you back it was just a fact of life. “I’m sorry… Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel, and started walking away when he grabbed your wrist.
“Y/N, I’m not gonna let you leave” You didn’t turn around, but instead squeezed your eyes shut and jerked your hand away. You peeled his jacket off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall on the ground. You weren’t going to stay here, you weren’t even going to go back into the house. You snuck out the side gate unnoticed, which you were thankful for.
On the dark and lonely walk home, you let the sobs escape and the tears to fall on the ground. You felt like your heart had just been stepped on, and you never would wish this type of heartbreak on your worst enemy.
The worst part of it all was you found away to blame yourself. Maybe if you’d been smarter or prettier like Liz, he would’ve looked at you more than a friend. Maybe if you’d admitted your feelings for him earlier, he would’ve felt the same way. Now it was too late, and felt as if you’d never fall in love again.
Your phone was buzzing and ringing non-stop in your purse, but you just ignored everything. You knew it was gonna be MJ and Peter, maybe even Ned.
You got home an hour later with tear-stained cheeks, numb toes, and an aching heart.
You took out your phone, and the screen was filled up with phone calls and text messages from Ned, MJ, Peter, and even Flash. Flash was just asking you out again, though. You scrolled through some messages.
MJ💖: Hey, Peter told me what happened. Are you okay?
MJ💖: Let me know when you get home. I need to know you’re okay.
Pete😎: Y/N please pick up I need to talk to you
Pete😎: I’m sorry please
You just scrolled past Peter’s messages. You didn’t need him to break your heart anymore.
Ned👽: Y/N I’m really sorry about Peter. I hope we can still be friends!
Ned👽: MJ and I are really worried please text back as soon as you see this.
MJ💖: Y/N please tell me if you’re okay!!
You unlocked your phone and replied to MJ:
I’m not really okay, but I’m home safe.
You went and sat down on your bed, and let the sobs rack your body. You’re parents were out of town for the week, and you were thankful for the solitude. An hour later, you were laying in bed in nothing but a big Star Wars shirt. Your cheeks were as wet as the pavement outside from the rain. You knew you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.
Your thought were interrupted by a tap on the window. You jumped out of bed in fear, because who’d tap on an apartment window three stories up at this ungodly hour? You quickly turned your light on to see a man in red and blue.
You slowly crept over to the window, and slid it up, allowing the frigid air into your room. You couldn’t believe the person before your eyes…
Okay, so I’ve gone through Dream Daddy’s files, and have found the cult ending! I’m pretty sure you can’t actually get this ending, but I wanted to share it. I know I got frustrated trying to find it online.
Here he was, sat on my sofa with a glass of water in his hands. Why was he here? I don’t have a clue. Why did I open my door for him? I don’t know why I did either. Maybe it was the way he was looking at the door when I looked through the peephole, or maybe it was the way he was punching the door with his fists, demanding that I’d open the door for him. Or maybe even the way his voice wavered as he stuttered calling out to me. ‘Y/N ah! Please just please open the door, let me see you, let me talk to you.’ So I guess that’s how I ended up opening the door because my heart wouldn’t let me do otherwise. I was looking at him from the kitchen door, leaning against the frame of it, pondering to myself.
MEGA THANKS to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for sending me quotes from the vlog so I could write this without internet and also motivating me
“I think it’s dumb.”
“Well of course you would, mullet,” Lance retorted.
“I’m just saying, there are better things we could be doing,” Keith fumed.
Lance raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Hm, I don’t know, maybe trying to find Lotor?”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro interrupted. “We haven’t found any trace of Lotor, so in the meantime, why not strengthen the coalition? It will be good for our allies to know more about their ‘defenders of the universe.’”
“Exactly,” Lance said. “So, Keith, get your butt in there and make a vlog!”
“I don’t even know what that is.”
Lance groaned. “Come on, mullet, it’s not rocket science. Vlog. Video. Log,” he drew the words out, one at a time. “Like a journal, but as a video.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“Anything you want,” Shiro said. “Just be careful not to give away sensitive information, in case these ever get into the wrong hands.”
“Right. Sounds easy,” Keith muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t somebody else go first? That would make it easier. So far only Coran had done it, and Keith had learned from experience not to follow his example when it came to film making. But Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran were all working on castle upgrades, and Lance and Shiro had a one-on-one training session planned. That left Keith to sit alone in what Coran had deemed ‘the recording room,’ talking about himself. Something he’d never been particularly good at.
“Hey, man, take it easy,” Lance said. “No need to cry over it.”
“I’m not,” Keith said, confused.
Lance groaned again. “It was a joke.”
Of course it was a joke. Lance always made jokes. And they always flew right over Keith’s head.
“I’m not going to cry,” he said in frustration, after the door to the recording room had slid shut behind him. He sat down. Took a deep breath. Turned on the camera.
“I’m Keith, the pilot of the black lion…what should I say?” he asked. “I’m a paladin. I fly the black lion. I-I said that already, see that’s why I’m bad at this. What else am I supposed to tell you? Okay, um, I guess I’m part Galra…”
After stammering through an introduction, finding words seemed a little easier. Whenever they visited planets, people always seemed most interested—or disgusted—to learn about his heritage, so he opted to talk about that for a little while, pulling out his knife to try and bring up the memories of the trials. Then he remembered what Shiro had said about sensitive information. Maybe talking about the Blade’s secrets wasn’t such a good idea.
Keith paused, staring down at the knife, at his reflection in the shiny, rare metal. “I guess being part Galra is a big deal. Might explain why I was never really good at…connecting with people.” He thought back to the events on Arus, how Lance had tried to teach him some sort of team chant. He still thought it was dumb, not as dumb as this video, but still dumb enough. He said as much, and before he realized what he was doing, his face was heating up and he was raising his voice in anger. Why did he have to get angry so easily?
“I am so sorry,” Keith said, remembering all their allies would be watching this. He leaned back, closed his eyes to calm down. “I am so sorry, I guess…I have a bit of a temper, so…”
Words were becoming hard again. Sticking to his heritage, Keith realized, might also not be the best idea. He didn’t know enough to talk about it with the ease he’d like. And not knowing was making him angry. Not knowing where he came from. Not knowing where his mom went. Not knowing why she left.
Words were hard, but for some reason Keith couldn’t seem to make them stop coming out his mouth. Emotions were rushing out, and he couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore, but this wasn’t the time or place. There was never a time or place for the leader of Voltron to break down.
Breathing was getting hard, too. He felt tears coming, sniffled once, and frantically thought of a way to cover this up. But it was too late. He’d spilled his guts and now everyone was going to know, the team was going to know, the allied planets would know, the universe would know that Keith Kogane was just some scared little kid lost in space.
“I'm—I’m outta here! Get me outta here,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “I'm—I’m outta here!”
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pilot Black, he couldn’t lead Voltron, even with Shiro back, hell, he couldn’t even make a damn vlog, whatever the hell that was. It was frustration more than anything that made him yell, “I said I wouldn’t cry!”
Keith stalked out of the recording room, the colours of the hallway swirling together as tears blurred his vision. It occurred to him that he’d left the camera on, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be alone. He was already alone. He was always alone. He was a loner. Right now, he needed to be alone somewhere safe from discovery.
He stumbled into his bedroom. He was dizzy, he couldn’t walk straight, he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a leader. He didn’t want to be a paladin. He just wanted to be home, alone in his cozy little desert shack, back when he liked being alone, when it was easy to pretend he didn’t care about his parents, when he had no idea that he was an alien.
Keith was really crying now, hot, messy tears dripping down his face. The armor that encased his shaking body was too tight, too constricting. He fumbled to get it off, piece by piece, fingers slipping over the smooth surface as he trembled with sobs, until eventually he gave up and sank to the floor. He was all alone. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. Why would they? All he’d ever done was push them away.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, crouched in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. Surely there were better things he could be doing right now. Like trying to find Lotor. Or training. He could’ve taken down the gladiator at least twice by now.
The sound of the door sliding open was barely audible. Just a gentle whoosh, a whoosh Keith had heard many times before. He didn’t pay it any attention, even as someone walked into the room and knelt beside him. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing up and down, slow and gentle, heard soft words being murmured in his ear. He tried to focus on that.
Keith swallowed hard and steeled himself to meet the kind pair of blue eyes that looked down at him.
“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” Lance smiled worriedly. He brushed tear-soaked bangs from Keith’s face. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
“I—” Keith froze. That was just the problem. He could never bring himself to open up. He never told anybody what was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to take down all the walls he’d spent years putting up.
“It’s okay,” Lance soothed. “You can talk to me.”
“No, I can’t!” Keith cried, much louder than he’d meant to. Lance flinched. “Can’t you see that I can’t talk to you? I can’t talk to anybody! I’m no good at it. I can’t connect with people, I can’t open up. Nobody likes me, and I try so hard, but I can’t make people like me because I always push them away and I don’t mean to but it just happens because I don’t know how to do it any different and then I’m all alone but I don’t want to be alone anymore but I can't…I just…I can’t.”
“Keith.” Lance’s strong, steady hands found Keith’s shoulders. His voice was soft, caring. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m always here for you.”
Keith wiped viciously at the tears stained on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.
“Let’s get off the floor, huh?” Lance suggested. Keith nodded. Lance guided him to his feet and helped him take off the pieces of armor he’d missed. Keith tried to do it on his own, but he felt so clumsy and useless he ended up just standing there while Lance reduced him to the black bodysuit that was underneath all their armor.
Lance sat them both down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm around Keith’s shoulders. He was still warm and a little bit sweaty from training, but Keith didn’t care. It felt good, Keith realized. It felt good to be close to someone and have them look out for you.
“We all care about you, Keith,” Lance said. “You do know that, right?”
“I…” Keith paused, “don’t know.”
“Well, we do. All of us. And yeah, okay, I guess your people skills could use a little work, but we know you’re trying. You’re part of the team, Keith. You’re family.” Lance squeezed his shoulder, smiling. Keith looked at him uncertainly. “What is it?” Lance asked.
“I’ve never had that before,” Keith admitted.
“You’d better get used to it,” Lance chimed. “Because we’re not going anywhere. We love you, man.”
“I love you too,” Keith managed. He was tearing up again. Lance pulled him in for a hug, and Keith went with his instinct to hug him back. Things weren’t great, but with Lance here, they were better. Speaking of which…
“How did you know to come find me?” Keith asked.
Lance ducked his head. “I, uh, kinda saw your vlog. You left the camera running.”
“The vlog,” Keith moaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking, saying all that stuff. And now the universe is going to see it. What do I do, Lance?”
“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been sent anywhere yet, and I’ll bet there’s a way we can delete it. And we could make a new one.”
“I don’t think my second time around will be any better,” Keith frowned.
“We’ll do it together,” Lance grinned. “We’ll call it ‘Get to Know the Two Bravest Paladins of Voltron!’ Razzle dazzle, right?”
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“Tina Goldstein, resident goddess.” You mutter as you storm through the front door and down the long staircase rife with splinters and creaky spots. Not to mention the unkind tenants that live on the third and fourth floors. Their shouts follow you down as your boots crash against the steps.
Tina this, Tina that, Tina the infallible. You skip three steps when you jump down onto the landing and yank open the front door. Tina can do no wrong, even when she’s unemployed and obsessive.
The wind slams into your side, trying to knock you off-balance. You shiver but stride forward, no real destination in mind other than to be far away from her. No one had even looked up when you shoved your chair back from the kitchen table, too busy hanging on every word of some story about capturing some man that used a spell in front of some muggle to care about you. They love Tina’s stories about her adventures.
It’s not like you’re exactly employed. You’d met Newt on a research trip years before. The chemistry between the two of you had been obvious to everyone and it hadn’t taken long for the two of you to pair up for the study. Soon enough, Newt asked you to help him observe some mooncalves under the starry sky and, after some laughing and held hands, a new relationship began. The two of you agreed to work together and alternate research trips. This trip to release Frank was one of Newt’s ideas, meaning that you’re really nothing more than a magizoologist’s assistant.
Still, it’s more fascinating than just running after people and bringing them into MACUSA, right? You meet some of the rarest beasts on your journeys. Tina does nothing but arrest people and memorize the ridiculous laws on magic that Americans put into place. Every auror has stories just as mesmerizing as Tina’s, though the others disagree. Even Newt seems to think they’re interesting enough to warrant ignoring you.
You scowl and wrap your arms around yourself as you continue forward. If Newt wants to spend all of his time with some other girl with perfect hair let him.
As the situation was awkwardly quiet you watched your father’s confusion turn to anger while your mother tried to figure out what was going on.
“I guess you will be receiving your last paycheck.” Your father stormed off.
“Dad, wait….it’s not what you think.” You ran after your father.
Taehyung looked down apologetic as he bowed to your mother. “Thank you for your kindness, I’m sorry I betrayed your trust, I must be leaving.”
Your mother just embraced him into a hug. “Don’t worry dear, everything will work out.”
Your mother followed you and your father to the kitchen as Taehyung left with the suspension killing him.
“Dad please listen to me.”
“No….In my house, with your sister a room away?”
Your father expected the worse and he was honestly correct but he was over reacting, you were considered an adult now. Tae was also a responsible, mature adult, he should be grateful. It was wrong to sleep with Tae while your sister was in hearing distance but you were careful.
The only way to tense the situation was to lie, so thats what you did.
“Nothing happened, we fell asleep that’s it.”
“What were you doing exactly?”
“After we sent Dara to bed, we just went to my room and talked, we eventually fell asleep I swear.” You begged.
“You know Taehyung, you know he would never disrespect me….no reason to fire him.” Your fathers eyes soften but still had anger behind them.
“Minho.” Your mother interrupted.
“Let us talk alone.” Your mother said sweetly.
You left and found Dara sitting in the living room.
“Dara.” Your sister looked at you. “When you saw me and Tae in bed, what did you see? You saw us wearing pajamas right?”
Your sister looked up confused. “No.” She was unsure. “You didn’t have clothes on….don’t worry Sungmin said it’s a grown-up thing.”
You panicked. “Dara you like Tae right?”
“Of course.” She cheered.
“If mom and dad ask you….we had pajamas on okay?”
“I don’t get it.”
“Please Dar, just say yes okay….if you want to see Tae again you need to, unless we are in big trouble.”
“Okay.” Your sister finally agreed.
“Don’t speak unless they ask you okay.” She nodded.
You still felt nervous, you feel like your couldn’t trust your sister to successfully lie for you.
Your mother and father came out looking for you. “Okay here’s the thing.” Your father started.
You stood at attention for your father. “You are in full babysitting duty unless you have plans….we don’t see it’s necessary to have him here when you can watch your siblings.”
“It’s not necessary.” Your father raised his voice. “Why waste the money.”
“So he can’t come over to hang out, not being paid?”
“Unless we are home.”
“That’s so unfair.”
“My house, my rules.”
“I’m an adult now, you can’t be treating me like a child….I’m at school alone around guys what makes this different?”
“How can we trust you sweetie, your sister can’t be exposed to that behavior, she’s too young.”
“Nothing happened.” You lied.
Your father just rubbed his head stressed. You felt the tears fall from your eyes. Instead of speaking another word you just stormed up stairs.
You buried yourself in your pillows sobbing. How can they act this way? You were an adult now, for all they know you could be hooking up with guys in your dorm.
“Sweetie.” You heard a knock on your door. You looked up seeing your mother.
She came over sitting on your bed. “Why is he acting like that?” You asked your mother.
“Because sweetie, you’re his little girl, it’s going to take him some time to accept that you are an adult.”
You sat their sobbing on your mothers shoulder as she rubbed your back. “I like him.” You confessed. “And he likes me.”
Your mother dried your tears as she looked into your eyes. “Tae asked me out, are you gonna tell me no because I already know what dad’s answer is.”
“No sweetie, I like Taehyung, he’s a good kid. Don’t worry about your father okay.” She smiled and started to get up.
“And don’t let your father see these.” Your mother brushed your hair off your neck.
“Your father and I were young once.”
“What?” You said more to yourself because your mother left you alone with confusion. You got up and looked in the mirror.
There was purplish red fainted hickeys all over your neck. He will be the death of you, most likely if your dad does see these.
“(Y/N), you have a visitor.” Your stomach flipped of the sudden visitor, you hoped it was Tae but the way your dad scared him off, probably not. You walked down the stairs and saw your friends Sana and Liz.
“Hey girl.” Your face immediately dropped. You felt almost disappointed.
“Hey.” You said quietly.
Your friends led you to your porch, obviously wanting to talk to you in private. “Where have you been all week?” Liz asked.
“I’ve been babysitting.”
“Really, doesn’t your parents have a babysitter?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged your shoulders not wanting to talk.
“Well anyways.” Sana said to escape the awkward tension. “There is this hangout that my boyfriend found and I think it would be cool if we triple date it.” Your friends smiled.
“Triple date?” You ask.
“Yeah me and Liz have our boyfriends, who you still need to meet, and Changkyung can bring his hot cousin for you.”
“Your trying to hook me up?”
“Yes girl, you need to get some action, have you even had sex yet?” That hurt. You just laughed sarcastically.
You got up from your sitting position and started for the door.
“(Y/N) what’s wrong? Sorry if we offended you.”
“I have had sex thank you…actually the other night if you should know, with an amazing guy that my father is forbidding me from seeing.” They looked at you stunned that you started rambling.
“And also something you guys should know is the first time that I actually did have sex was that asshole Youngjin making me drunk.” You continued.
You had everything bottled up for a long time. “What, you don’t remember? A lame party you guys dragged me into going and abandoning me like usual when you promised me you wouldn’t so instead I basically got raped because I woke up in an unknown location with no clothes next to the guy I thought was decent but turns out was a disgusting pervert. So sorry I’ve been a party pooper.”
Your friends got up and walked closer to you. “We are so sorry, we didn’t know about Youngjin.”
“You guys seemed like a perfect couple.” Liz softened.
“So did I, turns out he was in more then one relationship. He was only in it for the sex.” Liz wrapped her arms around you. “We’re so sorry.”
“Yeah.” Sana hugged you to. “We just wanted to help you because you told us how bad you are talking with guys.”
“Yeah we didn’t know you had one.” Liz nudged you.
“Yeah what’s his name? What’s the details?”
“His name is Taehyung. And funny story about that.” You blushed.
“He’s my brother and sisters babysitter.”
“Shut up.” Sana said.
“So you just met him?” Liz asked.
“Damn girl you weren’t lying.” Liz pulled your hair off your shoulder. “He marked you.” Her eyes widened. You just blushed.
“So why is your father being an ass?” Sana asked.
“Because after my siblings go to bed we…you know…..and my sister caught us in bed the next morning and spilled it too my parents.”
They both looked at you surprised. “You dirty girl….I thought I was bad” Sana smirked.
“Guys it’s not funny…I basically got him fired.” You looked down. “Now my father doesn’t want him here with me alone….like I’m some child.”
You still felt bad about the whole situation, you didn’t even get to say goodbye to him yesterday or called to see if he’s okay.
“Can you guys actually drive me somewhere?” They nodded.
Sana had an idea to get me some alone time with Taehyung.
Your parents were talking in the study about business, like usual.
“Hey Mr and Mrs. (Y/L/N) I was wondering if I can borrow your daughter for a few days?”
Your parents just arched their eyebrows.
“My parents are having this family vay-cay at the lodge and I really don’t want to be alone with my family.”
You looked to your parents to see if they would approve.
“Your parents will be there?” Your mother asked because she knows of Sana’s behavior.
“I guess you may go, for how long?”
“3 or 4 days about.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Okay.” Your mother nodded.
“Who will watch the kids if we need her.” Your father barged in.
“Stop being cold towards Tae, they said nothing happened.” Your mother hit your father in the back of the head.
“I think you guys should take a mini vacation too, you work so hard. Take a few days off, do some fun things with Dara and Sungmin.” You suggested.
Your parents were a pretty high end of the business they work for so you doubt they wouldn’t get off.
Please say yes. If they need Tae for babysitting, this defeats the whole purpose of the plan.
“I dont kn-”
“Minho, come on, it’s been a while since we spent some quality time with the kids.” Your mother hugged your dad from behind.
“But it won’t be all of our kids.” Your father looked at you.
“I’m fine.” You smiled.
“Okay.” He finally agreed.
You packed your bags for a few days and headed out the door. You called Tae to get his address and he didn’t question why but you guess he assumed.
“Can I go meet your bae?” Sana pushed.
“No he’s probably still upset with my whole parents thing.” You got out of the car and noticed he lived in an apartment complex. Alone?
You knocked on the door waiting for him to answer. As soon as he did a guy shorter then Tae answered. He had short black hair and his face seemed like he just woke up.
“Can I help you?”
“I got it Yoongi.” You saw Tae appear in the door way. “Sorry.” He looked back at the guy who was walking away groaning.
“Sorry that’s my roommate Yoongi.” He has a roommate?
“Hi.” You nervously greeted.
He just smiled and immediately pulled you into a desperate kiss. You already felt the butterflies in your stomach. It’s been two days since you last felt those lips and you missed them.
As you daydreamed into a relaxing sensation you heard a clearing of someones throat.
You both pulled away from the kiss seeing where the noise came from.
“Sorry to ruin the moment, but we’re off….and the story you told your parents doesn’t have to be a lie, we can really stay at the lodge if you want….four bedrooms, it’s off the beach, hot tub. You can have all the alone time you need, no worry about roommates.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Okay, we’ll see.” You wrapped your arms around Tae’s waist.
“Nice to meet you by the way.” She greeted.
“Hot.” You friend gave you a thumbs up. You just laughed from embarrassment.
“What lie is she talking about?”
“I told my parents I was spending a few days with them….so I’m all yours.” You bit your lip.
Taehyung smirked. “I thought I told you not to do that.”
You sat on the sofa with Taehyung watching a movie, cuddled under a blanket. You still had butterflies from just being near him. It felt right, like you knew you wanted to be with him.
“I’m sorry that Dara almost got you fired.”
He looked at you sweetly. “It’s fine, that little twerp owe’ s me though so make sure you tell her that.”
You laughed. “I actually blame you though.”
You looked at him confused. “What? What did I do.”
“You make me crazy that’s what.” He was being over dramatic.
You raised your eyebrows. “How?” You leaned forward.
He closed the small space between you. That was a good enough answer in your case. You loved the way he kissed you, switch from aggressive to passionate in the matter of seconds.
“Do you see what I mean?” He stopped for a breather. You saw the lust in his eyes. You slightly pushed him back straddling his lap. You pushed your lips to his, while sliding your hand down his chest. You could already feel him getting hard underneath you.
“You got excited fast.” You smirked.
He shh you and leaned forward towards your lips again. You started to rock your hips along with his.
“Eww.” Before your make out session could get any deeper, you heard a voice interrupt.
It was Taehyung’s roommate Yoongi coming out of his cave.
“Don’t you have a room you can do that in.” He groaned.
Taehyung just looked at you apologetically.
“But before you answer, please don’t be too loud, I want to keep my food down.”
You and Tae just blushed.
“Let’s go.” Taehyung got up lending a hand for you.
“Where are we going?”
“I believe I owe you a date.” He smiled. You gladly accepted and made your way towards the door.
“See ya later Suga.” Yoongi nodded.
The whole ride was peaceful, Taehyung was so goofy. When you’re with him, its when you smile the most. He kept putting on rap songs you didn’t know but he knew every word to, he would make you laugh by the way he was so turned up by it.
As soon as you reached your destination you noticed the view of the ocean off the boardwalk. It was beautiful.
The little things he did made you love everything about him. The way he would sneak up behind you and poke your sides, when he put his arm around your waist while you walked up to the gate. He was very affectionate towards you to the public eye. He would sneak in little pecks on your cheek or nose, sometimes your neck. All during this walk from his car to the boardwalk.
Youngjin was your first and only boyfriend before Tae and the difference was unbelievable. He was never affectionate towards you, he never would hold your hand or kiss you in public. Probably from the fact that he didn’t really like you, he was in more then one relationship, you were just his toy.
This was a whole new experience for you, not just the pleasurable nights with Taehyung but actually being out of your house with him. You were getting a real taste of how it’s suppose to be when you’re in a relationship. And you loved every second of it.
The first hour of your date was fun, just walking along the boardwalk, where the carnival portion was. You would stop and get cotton candy, play different games you clearly sucked at. Tae felt bad because he wasn’t so good either, so he couldn’t win you a toy.
“I have a better present.” You snapped your attention towards him and he immediately pulled you into a deep kiss. He even leaned you back, holding you in place, like a romantic kiss from a movie. As soon as he brought you back up he pulled away and went in to lick your face. The action had him running in the other direction laughing.
“Tae….that was gross.” You laughed, wiping your face.
He wouldn’t stop speed walking away from you so you had to run after him. When you got close enough you jumped on his back.
“Aish, you’re heavy.”
“No you’re just weak.” You teased.
“Look a photo booth.” You pointed in the right direction.
You slid down Taehyung’s back and pulled him to the box. You pulled the curtain when you saw that it was empty.
“First date memories.” You pulled him in.
After Tae paid you decided on a normal picture first, as you only get four pictures. You both smiled sweetly for the picture waiting for the countdown. As soon as it hit one Tae quickly grabbed the sides above your knee, triggering your tickle spot. You screamed in laughter.
“You ass.” You yelled as soon as you saw the picture come out. It looked ridiculous. He couldn’t hold in his laughter. The next picture went off as you squeezed his cheeks, causing him to make a funny face.
As soon as you let go, he leaned into you kissing you once again passionately. This time you were lost in the kiss. Forgetting about your surrounding, even the photo booth. You felt Tae grab on to your thigh, sliding up your skirt. You felt the rush take over as you placed your hand over his sensitive area. You started to rub the area, making him moan between your lips.
You felt him get back at you as soon as you felt him rub your core causing your lace panties to dampen. The sexual tension was hitting you both hard. You pulled down his zipper reaching into his jeans. He could feel his member throbbing against your hand.
“I want you.” You whispered against his lips. He pulled away looking at you lustfully. You both got up leaving the photo booth grabbing your pictures in the process. You both were speed walking until you seen a small alley within two buildings of the boardwalk. You could tell it was where the restaurant placed their garbage. You felt like this was too risky of a spot, that anyone could walk in on you, yet walk by, but at that moment you didn’t care.
He held you up against the wall as he kissed your neck down to your collar bone. You felt dizzy just by him kissing lower towards your breast. You reached your hand down into his pants stroking the areas around his throbbing length. He danced his fingers under your skirt pulling down your underwear until they were around your ankles. You stepped out of them as soon as he reached and picked them up. He grabbed them and put them in his pocket. A clear smirk evidence in his face.
He watched you as you grabbed his pants buckle and undoing them quickly. You pulled out his member pumping rapidly. You got down on your knees putting him in your mouth. You didn’t want to tease him too much from the sensation of being rushed.
You didn’t suck him for long before he pulled you up. You could tell he needed you right then and there. He lined his length towards your core pushing in before you were ready. You almost shrieked from the surprise.
“I don’t care if anyone hears us this time.” He thrusted into you deeply.
“Yeah because I totally want to get arrested for indecent exposure.” He laughed at your sarcasm.
You wrapped one leg around his waist to get a better angle.
You moaned quietly as he thrust into you deeply. You felt the pleasure throughout your core. Your breathing hiked up when you felt you were close to your climax. He kissed you to steady your moaning. You felt your body weaken as your orgasms was passing through. You noticed the smirk on his face as he had to hold you up.
“Almost there.” He whispered. You gently brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead. He closed his eyes as you felt him finally release inside of you. He slowly backed away pulling out of you. As soon as he pulled his pants back up he grabbed your hand kissing it tenderly.
“Is it crazy that I might be in love with you already.” He whispered.
You felt butterflies as soon as those words left his mouth. “You love me?” You didn’t know how to process those words.
“Yeah. I don’t know….I know it’s kind of soon but the way I feel around you-”
You leaned in to kiss him immensely. “I think I love you to.” His face lit up.
“But to be fair, I’ve never been in love before.” You confessed. “But if it’s the feeling of the constant butterflies when I’m around you or the fear of ever losing you or even the way I can’t breath when I’m not with you then yeah, I’m in love with you.”
He picked you up as you wrapped your arms around him.
You heard the door to the side of the building unlocking ruining the moment. “Shit, we better go.” Tae grabbed your hand pulling you towards the boardwalk.
As you made your way towards his car you realized something. “Are you going to give me back my underwear?”
“I don’t know yet.” He laughed.
“So….what are we going to do for the next few days?”
“I have a few ideas.” You bit your lip.
“Slight warning, you might be meeting my friends…..they tend to linger around my place.” He laughed.
“That’s a big step in our relationship.” You teased.
“Don’t worry, they will love you.” He kissed your cheek.
Overview: You’re running late for work when the elevator at your apartment breaks down. The problem? It happens to break down with you and your obnoxiously attractive next door neighbor stuck inside. (Sirius Black x Reader)
Word Count: About 2,100.
Warning(s): Swearing, enclosed spaces, talks of sex, they’re both sort of assholes.
Note: Elevator AU / Modern AU I wrote within two hours or so. They’re supposed to be in their mid-to-late twenties here. Enjoy! (Alternatively Titled: “Ellie the Elevator”)
You rushed toward the closing elevator, the sound of your heels muffled by the carpeted floor. With only a few inches to spare, you saw a hand jut out and push the metal door open.
Clutching your purse to your side, you entered the elevator, meeting the deepest pair of grey eyes you had ever seen. With his dark hair and unshaven face, you knew it could only be your notorious neighbor, Sirius Black.
“Hi,” you said, slightly breathless from your run down the hall.
╳ Summary:Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”
As soon as I stepped into the house, I knew I would regret it. The music was so loud, I could feel the bass pounding through my chest. The living room was crammed full with people, and the thought of actually having to walk into that was giving me anxiety. But just remembering that this was Yoongi’s house was making my stomach do summersaults.
“Y/n, lighten up will you? It’s a party, you’re supposed to be having fun.” Lisa said, snaking her arm over my shoulder.
CW: coming out (more or less voluntary), pining, meddling friends, nosy mothers
Jack rushed into the kitchen with wild eyes and uncombed hair. It was Saturday, which Bitty knew was the only day of the week he allowed himself to sleep in. Jack hadn’t even changed out of his pajamas, and he was adorably rumpled as he slammed his palms down on the counter and stared at Bitty.
“My mother is coming into town next week,” he hissed, glaring like Bitty himself were responsible.
“Okay?” Bitty turned the heat off of the stove where he’d been cooking up a mountain of eggs. It was absurd how many eggs a handful of college athletes could eat in one setting. “Your mama seems like a lovely lady. Do we need to clean the Haus? Put Shitty in suspenders so he won’t magically lose his pants while she’s here?”
Forty five whole minutes had passed by and you were still waiting on the corner of the street, your head flicking back, left and right, hoping to see some sign of the man you were waiting for. No call. No text. Just you standing on the corner, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.
You had spent an hour getting ready for this date. You had straightened your hair, pulling back a few pieces in the front and pinned it back to give you a different look. You spend hours trying to pick out the perfect outfit to wear, settling on your favourite jeans, a pair of knee high socks and your favourite boots that were perfect for any outdoor event. You had your favourite jacket on that made you look amazing and a flannel underneath. Your makeup was damn near perfect. It was all for nothing.
I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636. Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language. Author’s Note:Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.
Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.
I hate my
soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I
totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I
haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you
can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s
your fucking soulmate, especially
A/N: anyway the great animal cracker debate of the twenty-third century is my favorite part of this
You stared at the door and waited the polite amount of time.
Well, the polite amount of time for you— which was just the thirty seconds after you’d finished knocking.
You entered the code you’d memorized months ago against the control pad you used to struggle with when your friendship with Jim was new, and the door slid open easily. With a sigh and a clearing of your throat, you entered the dim quarters and replicated a cup of coffee for yourself— after all, his replicator was the best one on board.
Piping pastel yellow mug in hand, you took long steps to his bed. “Wakey, wakey, sunshine! Lights at fifty-percent,” you added, laughing when Jim groaned loudly and pulled his plain white comforter over his head as the lighting increased.
You pulled gently on the few strands of blonde hair that managed to peek out from above the edge of the comforter. You then tugged on the covers a bit, exposing everything above his nose. Your fingers moved from his hair to his high cheekbone, sweeping your thumb across his skin only to move a little lower to pinch the fleshier part of his cheek with force.
He hissed loudly and slapped your hand away, sitting up immediately. He placed his hand against the flushed skin and grimaced at you. “What the hell? It’s a day off!”
You hummed, holding out the cup of coffee to him. “Your voice is sexy when you’ve just woken up. All that rasp, that depth.”
“My voice is always sexy,” he mumbled, taking the cup and smirking as he brought the mug to his lips. Once he swallowed and gave the coffee back, he sighed to lean back against his headboard. “You better have a good reason for waking me up on a day I planned to sleep through.”
You bit down on your bottom lip and pushed up the sleeves of the black t-shirt you wore. “I do. So Chekov and I spent the whole night researching this television series from, like, the early twenty-first century. It’s about these residents at this one hospital, and they all tend to sleep with one another more than work on patients, and it’s so absurd,” you laughed, rolling your eyes to yourself. “Pash and I spent the whole night watching episode, after episode, after episode and it’s strangely addictive and I’m weirdly invested—”
“Is that my shirt?”
You hummed questioningly, looking down at yourself. “Oh. Yeah, it is. Anyway, the doctors—”
“Do you not own any clothes of your own?” His eyebrows were together, his head tilted, his lips fallen into a frown. His volume had increased by the time he stated with a scoff of frustration, “You don’t even ask anymore.”
Your own eyebrows came together. “Jim, —”
“It’s not like we’re having sex, or dating, or something,” he continued, shaking his head. “You should ask.”
“Okay,” you said, your eyebrows now raised. “I’ll ask from now on. I’m sorry, I didn’t think— I won’t do it anymore.”
He sighed loudly. “No, I want you to wear my shirts,” he told you, his volume still just as high.
“Is your goal to confuse me?”
He sighed again. “I want you to wear them after you sleep here, after you spend the night with me. I want you to wake me up as annoyingly as you do and I want it every single morning. I want all of that. Do you—” he sighed heavily. “Starlight, do you not see it?”
“Well, don’t yell at me about it,” you replied softly. You waited a few seconds before setting the coffee down onto the floor and kneeling on the bed.
You shifted so you were knelt before him, moving your knees to be on either side of him so you could straddle his lap. You pressed your lips to his briefly tasting coffee on him and sighing at the feeling of finally in your veins.
As you broke the kiss and he leaned forward to follow your lips, you offered him a small smile and placed a hand on his chest, drumming your fingers against the thin t-shirt he wore. “Ask me out nicely, don’t fight with me about it, and I might say yes.”
23.“ I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t, you just let me walk away.” 27.“If I knew that would be the last time I held you, I would’ve held on tighter.” 29.“She doesn’t love me, she’s not that stupid.” Requested by @hazftcor
I’m sorry I’ve been so lazy with requests. I’ll eventually get to all of them. I’m a terrible person lol I’m sorry. Seriously though I am sorry.
I walked to my locker feeling a couple pair of eyes following me. I started to grab my books for my next class but I couldn’t help but feel someone was staring at me. I looked over to see Scott and Stiles turn away quickly. I rolled my eyes before shutting my locker door and walking over to them.
“If Liam wants to talk to me he knows where to find me, I don’t need you two to watch my every move.” I sassed before walking away.
“y/n wait.” Scott called running over to me.
“Scott listen I get that you guys care about him but I can’t be with someone who is just going to keep secrets from me.” I said crossing my arms across my chest.
“well what if him keeping this secret was the only way to keep you guys together?” Scott asked raising his eyebrows.
“that has to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” I countered rolling my eyes at him.
“Listen here you broke his little angry heart and now you have to fix this before he goes on a murderous rampage.” Stiles said pointing his finger at me.
“Okay I take back my statement that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. you’re really strange, has anyone ever told you that?” I asked studying the boy called Stiles Stilinski.
“all the time, now will you please like get back together with him?” Stiles asked looking hopeful.
“hmm let me think, yeah how about no.” I said walking away from the two boys.
“Girls these days!” Stiles yelled after me.
I walked in to chemistry, which unfortunately I had with Liam and Mason. Liam looked down at his book not daring to look at me. I walked over to his lab table slamming my book down.
“wow Liam having your junior friends do your dirty work now? What couldn’t face me yourself? Tell them to leave me alone, and you do the same.” I snapped before going to my seat in the back.
Throughout the class Liam would glance back at me but I wouldn’t look at him. I gave everything to him, everything and he can’t even tell me where he’s been. He’s been lying to me for the last couple months about where he goes, who he’s with, it just frustrates me. I confided in him telling him how my last boyfriend cheated on me and I had no idea, that’s why I ended it. I couldn’t be hurt like that, not again. I got a little teary eyed thinking about it all. As soon as the bell rang I ran out of the class, tears falling from my eyes. I ran outside the school sitting on the steps. I felt someone sit down beside me placing their arm around my shoulder. I looked up to see Liam’s junior friend Scott.
“you really loved him didn’t you?” Scott asked rubbing my shoulder.
“I want to be with him, but I can’t do this not again.” I said choking on my tears.
“then come to my house, and I’ll tell you everything.” Scott sighed standing up.
I didn’t know if I was prepared to hear the truth but I knew I needed too. I followed Scott to a blue jeep which belonged to his strange friend Stiles. I hopped in and the ride to his house was quiet. As soon as we got there he led me up to his room.
“well start talking.” I said sitting on his bed.
Scott sat down beside me thinking about what he wanted to say.
“well Liam isn’t exactly himself anymore.” Scott said slowly looking up at me.
“I’m out of here.” I said rolling my eyes and walking towards his door.
“wait you didn’t give me a chance!” Scott called running after me.
I opened his door and Liam was standing there ready to knock.
“what are you doing here?” Liam asked a look of hurt apparent on his face.
“I can do what I want Liam were not together anymore.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.
Scott stood awkwardly behind me not saying anything. I think he was surprised by my answer, and honestly I was too.
“why are you doing this?” Liam asked his voice cracking.
“why am I doing this? Liam why are you keeping secrets from me? Liam I trusted you. I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t, you just let me walk away.” I said a few tears falling down my cheeks.
“If I knew that would be the last time I held you, I would’ve held on tighter!” Liam said reaching towards me but I took a step back.
“what did you expect Liam? A relationship is about honesty and you couldn’t be honest with me. It’s over Liam, It’s all over. Now I would like to leave." I said wiping the tears.
Liam didn’t protest, instead just moved to the side. I walked out letting the tears fall freely.
"she still loves you Liam.” I heard Scott say.
“she doesn’t love me, she’s not that stupid.”
lol this sucks but here you go! Shoutout to you for real thanks for always loving my stuff and reblogging! you the bomb.com @hazftcor
like I said I will eventually get to all my requests lol and again sorry for being a terrible person.
Request: “enoch (movie age?) x reader please :))) maybe the reader is similar to jake + enoch tries to scare her away at first but then realizes he’s falling for her + fluff?? idk thank youuuuu :)))))” -anon
Warning: None really, maybe language
Note: I decided to change the peculiarity, so instead she sees fairies and elves and things like that because it kind of lightens up the story. Also, I don’t see how Enoch would scare her away
You had met Jacob at the therapy office. Jacob told you of the things he saw and you told him what you saw. You became best friends quickly and started hanging out at places other than the therapist office.
Jacob told you about his grandfather’s stories and you could tell they were real. When he told you he was going to the island that his grandfather told him about, he asked if you wanted to go with him. You convinced your parents to let you go.
You and Jacob found the loop. While Jacob was spending time with Emma, you were hanging out with Fiona and Millard. You hung out with Fiona because you could see fairies hang out around her plants and Millard because he was generally nice to you.
Enoch, for some reason, was rude to you and Millard informed you that he’s usually nicer– not by much, but still nicer. You were getting tired of him being rude to you, so you decided to confront him.
You entered his workshop without knocking.
Enoch rolled his eyes and asked you, “What are you doing here?”
“I want to know why you’re so rude to me.”
“I don’t like you.” Enoch told you, not looking in your eyes.
You tilted you heard to the side, not believing him. “Why?”
“Why don’t you like me?” You repeated.
Enoch still couldn’t look at you nor could he come up with an answer as to why he didn’t like you. He shrugged, not knowing what do say.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” You question him, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“I don’t know! I just get this feeling whenever I’ around you, okay? I can’t think straight. I don’t act right. You’ve been on my mind since you got here ad I don’t know what the hell is going on.” He ranted.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t hate me Enoch, you don’t dislike me either. You like me Enoch.”
Enoch looked you in your eyes for the first time that day. “What? No, I-I can’t like anyone.” You think you heard him mutter, “I can’t like someone who doesn’t like me back.”
You smiled softly at him, stepping closer to the pale boy. “I like you too Enoch.”
Enoch shook his head and looked down. “No, you’ll leave just like Abe left Emma. No.”
You put your hand on his shoulders, “I’m not going anywhere Enoch.”
Summary: Peter has a terrible night at Liz Allen’s party until he meets (Y/N) the new girl at midtown.
“This was it”, Peter thought; tonight is the night. He’s going to finally ask Liz to the homecoming dance at her party. Peter was asking Aunt May for some pointers before he even got out the car, “Should I ask her to go on a date first? When’s the perfect time to ask her?” He rambled on and on. Ned and Aunt May both shushed him; he was so nervous for tonight. Peter just didn’t know how or when to shut up.
“Maybe, this is stupid. Let’s just go back home May and forget all this happened.” May locked the doors and rolled up her windows before Peter could get back in the car. “Peter, you’re going to go in there and tell Liz how you feel and if she doesn’t feel the same then it’s okay. Just as long as you were brave enough to say something.” She gave him a small lecture; sure she was like his best friend but she also knew how to be the grown up in these types of situations.
She began to drive away from the house; Peter took a deep breathe in and out and his palms were sweaty from all the nerves.
Peter and Ned made their way up to the steps of Liz’s door; letting themselves in. The pair both took in the whole scene of their first high school party.
Peter’s eyes land on the beautiful Liz walking up to them, “hey guys! Thanks for coming to my party. Glad to have you here.” She gave both of them a genuine smile and then walked off to greet other people. Peter was flabbergasted; Liz had talked to him for the first time. This time it wasn’t Peter who is always asking her stupid questions or complimenting her outfits. “You’re a great party host Liz,” Ned nudged him basically telling him to shut up.
Ned turned to look at Peter; him shocked as he was. “Peter, close your mouth and stop staring before you look like a creep.” He did just that and then averted his attention to his best friend.
“Oh, right yeah. Sorry.” He apologized.
The whole night, Peter was trying to find Liz or just try and get alone but she was always MIA. He finally decided to give up; “maybe next year,” he thought. Peter was ready to go home but he couldn’t find his cowboy hat wearing friend. Peter searched for him all over the house and rooms; until he went up to the last room only to find Liz making out with the captain of the football team.
Peter was heartbroken; sure he knew he didn’t have a chance with her, but seeing her making out with some guy in front of his eyes was a sight he wanted to watch.
Ned finally called up Peter, “Peter! I totally forgot to tell you, but I left like an hour ago. I wasn’t feeling the party scene. So mom picked me up, sorry for giving you such a short notice. I’m sure it’s going great though.” Peter took a huge breathe in; trying not to cry. “Yeah, don’t worry Ned! Everything is going great. I’ll tell you all about it on Monday.” He tried hard to sound enthusiastic but this whole night was a bust and Peter didn’t want to Ned to feel bad.
After getting off the phone with Ned; Peter sulked all the way to a small bench the new girl from school was sitting at.“Do you mind if I sat here with you?” Peter asked her pointing at the small bench. “Oh yeah, of course.” She scooted over to make some room for the unknown boy. After a moment of silence, (Y/N) finally introduced herself to him. “I’m (Y/N), I just felt like I should introduce myself to you.” She was rambling because she wasn’t good at making small talk and especially if she has to talk to the cute boy from her AP bio class.
She noticed he seemed like he was in another planet, “are you okay? Why aren’t you inside enjoying the party?” (Y/N) didn’t mean to pry into his life but she liked helping people. “Oh sorry about that, I am Peter. I think we have bio together, right?” He apologized again which seemed to be the 10th time in one night, “also why aren’t you inside?” Raising his eyebrow at her.
“I’m not going to lie, I never really wanted to be here and parties aren’t really my thing. Flash invited me; he’s been trying to hit on me ever since I started at Midtown High. I told my mom and she made me come; she thinks it’d be good for me. Oh, Peter. I’m so sorry for just throwing this at you.” She felt really bad; considering they just met and she was just throwing her issues at him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize to me. I don’t mind listening,” he chuckled. Peter wasn’t sure why but he felt like he could tell her anything; she just had this certain type of vibe to her. “I was going to confess to Liz Allen tonight, but I found her making out with the captain of the football. Then my best friend left without telling me and I don’t have a ride home.” He confessed about everything that happened on this crappy night to (Y/N).
There was a moment of awkward silence but (Y/N) pulled out her car keys and jumped out of her seat, “let’s go Peter.” He was speechless; didn’t know what to say or do. Peter just sat their for a couple of minutes. Is he really going to go somewhere with a girl he barely knows?
He thought, why the hell not? What is she going to do to him?
The pair both walked out of the party together; Peter trailed a little behind her. It took a while to find her car, considering most of the kids at the school were there. They finally found her car; (Y/N) getting into the driver seat and Peter getting into the passenger seat. She just began to drive; not even asking what Peter’s address was.
“Do you uh need my address?” He finally broke the silence, “I’m not taking you home yet. But don’t worry I’m not going to kidnap you.” She laughed at how nervous he looked; ready to jump out of his bones. “I’m just taking you to a diner I’ve been going to ever since I first moved here; their sundaes are to die for. And plus, I think after tonight you might need some ice cream.”
“So, who’s your favorite superhero?” Peter asked her, while he took another bite of his hot fudge sundae. “In all honesty, I’m going to have to say Captain America. Not because he’s hot but because he honestly just kicks ass! What about you Peter?” The whole night, the pair were slowly forgetting about how they ended up in a small diner in the bronx but they both didn’t mind. (Y/N) was glad, she gave into going to the party.
“I gotta say Spider-man, have you seen that butt?” (Y/N) busted out laughing; her laugh was just so contagious that he started laughing as well. They got some dirty looks from the waitresses, but they just continued to laugh and be carefree. The two both loved having each other’s presence around and they didn’t want to leave the diner’s little booth.
“Well, it’s pretty late. I think I should be heading out soon,” Peter suggested. “My aunt’s going to be worried.” He got up to pay for their sundaes, “also I think I can just walk from here.”
(Y/N) didn’t want him to leave, but it was nearly 2 AM so what could she have done? “Peter, I’m driving you. I insisted on taking you here; I should be the one that takes you home.” She said matter of factly. Peter didn’t even try to fight back; he was tired and he didn’t want to admit but he wanted to spend more time with (Y/N) and get to know her more.
The two finally made their to Peter’s small apartment in Queens, “well here it is.” Peter said pointing at the apartments.
“Thanks a lot, this really meant a lot.” Peter thanked (Y/N) and was about to exit the car until she stopped him, “I had a really great time. Maybe we can do this again? Unless you don’t want to but it’d be nice to make another friend from school.” She was rambling which Peter thought was quite cute. “Yeah, let’s totally do this again. I had a great time.” He gave her a genuine smile but didn’t get out the car yet; a comfortable silence just filled her small car.
(Y/N) yanked him by his collar and kissed him on his lips; Peter was shocked but he didn’t stop her. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me; it’s totally fine if you don’t wanna see me again.”
Peter, himself finally did an impulse decision. He kissed her again; cutting her off when she was in the middle of her rant.
“Would you like to go to homecoming?” He looked outside her window; afraid of rejection. “Well I’m going to have to check my schedule, and it says yes.” She joked with him.
He pecked her again on the lips, “Goodnight (Y/N). I’ll see you at school.”