i like your hair here sobs

your father was an inventor. you knew better than to trust him in the center of town. he came home with scrap metal and built ships to glide on the grass. when you were young, you loved him for making. for a brief five years, you hated him, embarrassed of the town loon, embarrassed of what raised you.

but time shifts things. the man in town wants to marry you. a beautiful man by every account, and you hear many accounts. your nose in books doesn’t stop the stories of him: Gaston, bright, young, proud. Gaston, who could hunt and carve and flex his muscles. who forgot even himself what was true and what was fiction. it is a small village in paris, at the base of a kingdom. he is the bachelor you should have your heart set on. 

you try to teach yourself to love him. he grins at you over beer mugs. never reads the books you suggest to him, drops one in the mud. and one night you hear him, drunk and singing, laughing with the others about your father, the crazy.

that night your father brings you a single white rose from a garden. you kiss your father and think of Gaston’s log cabin, where you could live in comfort.

they come for your father in the night. he is the property of the prince, on account of theft. his hands should be cut off and sewn to the walls of his house, to remind him of his failures. an inventor without hands is a death sentence. they come with fire and hatred. rip you out of bed. your knees hit the mud. you’re too small to fight them. they tear your father away from you, and your heart out of your chest.

you run to gaston. tall, fast, manly. you beg him. it’s a mistake, you cry, you must help - you gulp - and then we will marry. 

gaston laughs and slams oak door against nose. you stumble back, feeling like a knife is in your throat. you take the wagon horse and ride improper, legs spread and bent forward, none of the lady your mother would have wanted. you ride for the life of your father.

at the door of the castle you stop. it is raining. you shout and rave and beg anything. take me, you scream, if you’re listening i’ll do anything. what do you promise on that doorstep, crying yourself empty? what do you promise to keep him alive, to keep him whole, to keep him healthy?

the door opens late. no one is there. you remember, suddenly, the tale of the beast who lives here, who ate the prince, who is terrifying. you think you hear your father and suddenly you are running, following his voice down dark hallways with no ending. 

he is in a cell. his head is bleeding. you feel your breath hitch. 

“will you?” a voice says, “will you trade yourself for your father, take responsibility for his sin?”

“he’s innocent,” you snarl, “you animals.”

“the rose, belle,” he whispers, and you stare at him. a white rose that is wilting beside your bedside would have been the death of him.

“take me,” you say, somehow empty and full at the same time, “if that’s what you need.”

the first night is ugly. you spend it crying. 

over time, the castle learns you, and you learn it. you think you are imagining the talking furniture for most of it. invisible hands whisk food in and out, bring you ball gowns and petticoats and delicate flowers. 

and always, the beast. at first, you were terrified of it. always in the shadows. moving like a ghost, prowling. tall, slim. menacing. never showing any skin, any proof it might be human.

but time and comfort destroy fears. you don’t run when it is in the room, you no longer shield your face in fear. it wears a mask, and this is how you know it really must be beastly. 

it is the second winter when you, playing snowball fights with the statues - you manage to hit the beast in the face. you freeze, and the panic from the day they took your father returns in a firework.

but then the beast is throwing back. and you are laughing. the next morning it is at breakfast with you, and lunch. it comes and goes, and never speaks. laughs, sometimes, you think. talks with its hands. the furniture translates. you learn, because you are good at learning. the hands that mean can i come in? the hands that mean are you hungry? the hands that mean is it okay if i read next to you, here this book is good, i found this for you.

each morning you wake up with white roses by your bedside. you learn to talk a little louder than you’re used to, to move your own hands in a way that acknowledges the beast. it is strange that you were a quiet girl and now you are comfortable shouting. the two of you have your own language, together. it teaches you swordfighting, you teach it dancing. it teaches you archery and you teach it cooking. you walk through the gardens together. there are moments where your hands touch and for some reason you blush like it was kissing. you’ve never had someone who understands you so completely. sometimes you tell it about far-away stories. sometimes you tell it about your village. and sometimes, when you are raw, you tell it about gaston and the marriage you didn’t want and your father and his insanity

one of these nights the beast brings you the mirror. you cry when you see your father. and the beast is pulling you, running, picking out a horse from the stables, gesturing. go, go. you cry when you leave.

you save your father. tell him you’ll bring him back to the beast. do you talk too loud? is gaston only mad you never belonged to him? when the raid starts, you are still taking care of your father. outside, voices, ringing. kill the beast. you think of hands, dancing in the air to speak, and you think you have never heard something so ugly. you’re ashamed to be this species.

you ride in their wake, your father safe. you ride that same panicked race as three years ago to the day. 

you fight, because the beast taught you how. the castle fights, because it is protecting its life. and the beast - you watch the flash of a blade, careful not to kill - the ability you once mistook for savagery. 

it isn’t enough. gaston, and a gun. the three of you stand on the balcony, you in between. again you are begging this man, who means nothing. “leave the beast,” you say, “take me.”

“i’ll have both,” he says, and shoots. you feel the bullet streak by you. the beast is all movement, has pushed you out of the way. they grapple, and you scream when the beast falls, skittering. gaston marches over and you move without thinking. he falls into the night silently. 

you can’t get there quick enough. you gather the beast into your lap, begging be okay. at the mask, you whisper something, and then say it again with your hands. i love you, you say. you were the best thing to happen to me.

the mask slips. a voice says, “belle,” and you are hit with the full force of something that feels like music. you can’t breathe. 

the girl beneath the mask is beautiful. her blonde hair spills across your legs. she touches your face and her hands say i’m okay, and you’re laughing. you kiss her and roses open up in you. 

“i thought you were a beast,” you say with hands and lips a hair above hers, “and here you are, the beauty.”

she smiles sheepishly. it is hard when you are like me. 

your are sobbing. you kiss her again, because you can, because she’s here and perfect and the answer to questions you didn’t know you had been asking. 

her hands, curious, worried, search for your wet cheeks. i’m okay, really, belle. you saved me.

funny, your hands dance, i was about to say the same thing.

been growing out my hair for 3+ years but this is it, i made an appointment at a nicer hair salon for this afternoon and i am going back to the Bisexual Bob

pray for me. and also my stylist

❤ HAPPY NEW YEAR ❤

Finally got to do a quick Yurio drawing! Unfortunately I tried to go for a low light but colorful look so.. his blonde hair looks more brown here heh. Anyways, 2016 was a very trying year for me (and for many other people as well), but I’m also so glad that there were things like YOI and tumblr to help make everything a little better. Here’s to 2017! Take care everyone!

*edit* I will get to the ASKS as soon as I can! >_< Thanks for your patience guys ahhhh

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language & sexual innuendos 
Pairing:Jungkook x reader
Length: 13002 words
Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

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THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL

“Jungkookie” you raised a seductive brow as you slowly pulled onto his uniform’s tie

“What’s up?” his back was pressed against the wall, questioning your little acts

“Isn’t this uniform a little too stuffy?” you commented “This tie seems to be suffocating you”

“I don’t know…” he pulls your waist closer as he eyed your lips hungrily “Maybe it is?”

“What should we do about this, then?” you lift your head to lock eyes with him

“I don’t know, you tell me” Jungkook trails his fingers dangerously close to your skirt

Jungkook groaned as the vibrations of his phone were continuously heard on his night table. The so-called lazy boy wasn’t catching a single break since senior year began. His obligations and future goals were continuously roaming inside his victimized brain. So many things piling up, waiting for him to achieve them, yet the boy was taking his sweet time, sleeping under the soft blankets of love and pulling them closer against his sturdy body.

“Three more minutes mom” He muttered in his sleep

The phone wasn’t vibrating this time but it started ringing which meant that he had an oncoming call. The boy sat up and kicked his blanket in a fury as he hated being interrupted in his sleeping activities. He was having the best dream in a while yet someone had to interrupt his perfect fictional fantasy of getting it on with his long time crush.

He growls before burying his face back onto his pillow as his long fingers reached the electronical device to answer the call. It didn’t take long before he gave a reply that made the recipient’s heart drop and soul’s leave from their body. In fact, Kim Taehyung was always bound to get tangled in a mess when it came to his best friend Jungkook.

“KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU SON OF A DUMB FUCKIDY FUCKIDIDOO, WHAT’S UP?” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration

“Well damn, seems like someone is not in the mood to talk to me” Taehyung felt taken aback “and what was it? Fuckidy-doo? The fuck is that? You may think you’re being swag right now, but fuckididoo is not happening, just like fetch never happened”

“Look here, you stylish looking brat” Jungkook growled on the other side before clenching his fist “You just ruined the most amazing dream I ever had in my entire life” Jungkook faked a sob

“Did you just call me a brat? I was born before your ass even got out of the oven” Taehyung argued back “What was your dream?! Was it spicy~~~~” Taehyung squealed on the other line

“There’s no way I’m telling you. I’m keeping it to myself so that it actually becomes real” Jungkook rolled his eyes before adding “Sorry to break it out to you but you’re a jinx, Kim Taehyung”

“I’m a jinx? Yeah, you definitely had some sort of kinky dream” Taehyung chuckled “Who was the chick this time? Selena Gomez? Oh!!! Was it Ariana Grande?  You have a thing for brunette girls these days”

“I don’t have a thing for brunette girls, what are you saying? When did I ever say that…” he sighed before ruffling his hair

Jungkook had a type for the past few months and it always changed a few weeks in and out. He was smitten over blonde girls with slim bodies barely three months ago and now he found his new obsession with curvy brunettes. They apparently seemed like the kind of girls who’d teach him a thing or two. All of this was a misconception and even if Jungkook did had a preference for certain hair colors, he never had the guts to ever approach a girl or to stutter a single word if that girl in question wasn’t you. 

Truth had it that Jeon Jungkook was only comfortable around you. He was used to your presence, your scent, your hair color, your clinginess and your comments. Having a type was a thing, but Jungkook tried getting his mind off of you for the past two years, which is why he fell into an ideal type abyss. He didn’t even had an ideal type to begin with , he just wanted to have reason as to why he wouldn’t have to ever develop deeper feelings for you.

“Ayyy…you thought I’d fall for that?” Taehyung shot on the other line “It was definitely a steamy dream. Spill the bean and share the goods with me”

“I dreamt of cows and sheeps running in a field! Happy now?” Jungkook replied

“The fuck? Isn’t that a conception dream? “Taehyung half shouted “Bro, who the fuck have you knocked up? DID YOU MAKE SOMEONE PREGNANT?!”

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Far Away |jh|

Originally posted by jaayhope

pairing: jung hoseok x reader

words: 1.1k+

genre: fluff, angst

summary: you miss hoseok, and sometimes things go a little too far. (commission for @xeronectus)

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I never meant to make you cry.

Originally posted by lance91leroy

This is a blurb inspired by this post by @secret-rendezvous1d, thank you so much or letting my write this! 

A blurb about a dinner where you flip out at Anne and are left to deal with the consequences. 

You had never been someone to yell at others or start pointless arguments, you could let most things go easily and move on, you knew this and everyone at your house sitting at the table celebrating Harrys tour selling out in Europe knew this too. You were all sitting around the table, yourself and Harry, Gemma and her partner and Anne and the conversation had shifted to grandchildren, you inwardly groaned and tried to avoid the conversation allowing Gemma to talk about their plans to have a few kids now they were married. Your eyes avoided that of those at the table, busying yourself with trying to clean some of the plates at the table, your heart sunk when Anne had said your name and asked you when you were going to give her grandchildren. You looked up and smiled slightly as she started talking about what your children would look like, if they would have Harrys eyes or yours, wether they would be tall like him or short like you. She had looked over to you and asked if you had thought about it and said if you hadn’t you should, “ you wont be able to have children forever my dear” she had said before launching back into various details about your hypothetical children lives, their appearances, their features and accents, things you had thought about continuously, things you and Harry had spoken about as you waited for pregnancy tests and being disappointed when they were negative. You hadn’t meant to scream at her to shut up, you hadn’t meant to slam down the bowl of peas you were holding or to yell at her to mind her own business and that you knew you wouldn’t be young forever and you knew she’d love to have grandchildren because she told you all the time. You hadn’t mean to slam the door to your bedroom so hard you could hear the photo frames on the walls rattle or sit against the door and sob into your arms. Truth be told you and Harry had been trying for the better half of a year to give Anne a grandchild, to have a baby that looked like you and Harry to love and care for, you’d spent the year trying for a baby unsuccessfully in and out of fancy specialists, getting blood drawn, crying over pregnancy tests, seeing fertility doctors and all they could tell you that you were physically fine, and yet a year on and you and Harry had nothing to show for. You had decided not to tell anyone you were trying for a baby, you didn’t want the added pressure onto of what you were putting on yourself, you had been more strict on keeping it a secret after two phantom pregnancies and a miscarriage at the beginning of the year that broke you so much you didn’t known if you could continue to try. So you knew you were out of line for yelling at Anne especially when you could hear her crying downstairs as Harry comforted her, he would be furious at you for the way you spoke to Anne. Despite being married for almost 4 years you’d never seen Harry be more protective over anyone as much as his mother, he never let anyone mistreat her or speak to her rudely, especially when it was his wife, but you wanted nothing more than to have a baby that you just lost it because you couldn’t stand hearing all those things out loud, couldn’t stand the questions of when you were having a baby, because you were trying so damn hard.

You had stayed in your room or the rest of the night, you couldn’t face anyone yet especially not Anne and Harry, despite knowing everyone was staying overnight to wait to hear if the US tour had sold too and that you would see them in the morning right not you just couldn’t do it. You had heard everyone head off to bed as you stayed in the same place in the corner of your room the whole time, next to a box of things you’d both brought for your future child, you had been stupid you thought to buy toys for a child who hadn’t existed yet and despite the sobs that rippled through your body as you held them hope was still present in your heart for a child of your own.  The door had opened letting light into the dark room that was only lit by a small lamp next to your bed, you knew it was Harry by the heavy footsteps that had come up the stairs and especially when he had slammed the door causing you to jump slightly.
“ Yeh owe my mother an apology” he spoke standing at the end of your bed a few meters from you even in the poorly lit bedroom you could see he was angry you didn’t speak to him just nodded scared for the fight that was inevitable at this point.
“Got nothing to say now huh? After you screamed at my mother to shut up and to mind her own business” Harry hardly ever yelled at you but the tone of his voice was filled with enough venom that you could feel the tears welling up again. 
“ What was I suppose to say Harry! Tell her I have been trying to give her grandchildren, that-that I’m filling my body with hormones and getting poked and jabbed at the doctors, that having sex with you is almost a daily chore and that I can hardly look at you with children because it hurts so much and that everyday I loose hope to ever having a baby with you and it hurts so much that having someone tell me that I wont be able to have children forever is enough to make me scream”  you were standing now and couldn’t help the tears that poured down your face or the fact you were shaking almost uncontrollably.
“ You were suppose to tell her that we were trying, not have so little respect for the woman who raised me and ruin everyones night by being a fucking brat” You were sure the hole house could hear your yelling now, you were practically screaming over each other at this point.
“ You will be lucky if she speaks to you again, what happened out there wasn’t right! You weren’t my wife there, you were unfair and harsh to her cruel even! My mother is a strong woman and it takes a lot to make her cry and you did” His words felt like a punch to the gut, you had always looked up to Anne as a strong woman and you felt terrible for what you had done to the woman who had taken you in with open arms, who had held you as you broke when your own mother had died and always kept you sane when Harry was on tour on the other side of the world and now you’d gone and treated her so terribly.
“ I cant even look at you, get out” he spoke walking towards the door before opening it and throwing a pillow and a blanket from the bed to the hallway, you felt like an animal who’d been sent outside after being naughty.
“ Harry please” you cried walking towards him grabbing his hand only for him to yank it away from yours almost in what looks like disgust.
“ I said get out!”

You had stood in the hallway your bedroom door locked closed you were trying to hold your cries in but your sobbing was probably loud enough now that there was no way anyone in the house could not hear you. You had grabbed your blanket and pillow and headed to the lounge room, your cries not slowing at all as you walked through the pitch black house, you couldn’t even work up the energy to place the bedding onto the couch and instead you curled up into a ball on the soft material on the floor and let out the cries you’d been holding in. You weren’t sure how long you had laid there with your eyes closed shut before a light above you was turned on and Annes all too familiar perfume filled the air as she sat next to you on the floor.
“ Come here my darling, it’s okay” her arms brought you into her chest where you wrapped your arms around her like a small child crying as she patted your hair shushing you.
“ I-I’m s-sorry Anne, I was so rude” you could hardly get words out you were so hysterical.
“ I know your sorry my dear, If id known I would’ve never pushed you like that” You didn’t understand how she could be so lovely to you despite you reaction to her earlier.
“ I never meant to make you cry”  You laid there for a while in silence, your sobs and cries becoming less frequent while she continued to rub your back in a soothing motion.
“ Harrys hates me” you spoke quietly a while later you had sat up on the couch now the two of you still sitting close together.
“ I know my son love, he’s upset and angry, but he could never hate you” Something about her words reassured you a bit, but you knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

You and Anne had spoken for about an hour after that you apologised a dozen of times and she assured you continuously she forgave you. You walked silently back to your room and opened the door to see Harry laying facing away from you on his phone the light illuminating the otherwise dark room. You didn’t know what to say to him, you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and for him to hold you and kiss your head goodnight, but you weren’t stupid enough to realise it wasn’t that easy. Your head reeled with thoughts that you’d go near him and he’d tell you to get out, that he hated you and that he didn’t love you, and although you knew they were in your head, it didn’t stop the fear from creeping up, You pulled your clothes off replacing it with one of his shirts from the floor and placed the pillow he’d thrown out for you on the bed softy not wanting to disturb your husband too much.
“ I said I didn’t want to see you” his words weren’t laced with anger this time but he still stayed facing away from you as you pulled back the blankets and slipped in facing your back to his.
“ Do you still love me?” your words were softer than you thought they’d come out, your voice had cracked at the end and you were almost scared to hear his answer. He turned around in the bed to face your back you couldn’t see him but his brows were furrowed at why you would ask such a question.
“ I will always love you, you drive me crazy y/n, and sometimes you make so mad that I say harsh things but I love you” his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you in close and he placed a kiss on your head.
“ I hope our babies are like your mum, strong and forgiving” You wrapped your hands in his kissing his knuckles softy, you would never have thought that night would result to anything good, but in a few months time you laid in that same position and said the same sentence this time 5 months pregnant.


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Shakespeare (Part VIII)

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Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

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Author’s note: Hi!! So sorry this was so late!! It’s pretty heavy. But I hope you guys enjoy it. I really liked writing it. As always, all feedback is appreciated!! Xx


Reading makes you a better writer.

That’s what you’re thinking as you finish up the fifth paragraph of your latest paper. All of your previous assignments have taken days to complete, but here you are, flying through an analysis of a Wordsworth poem. It might have to do with all the help Harry’s been giving you, too.

Your phone buzzes on the desk beside you and you snatch it up immediately. You’re in the quiet section again. Harry’s name pops up on the screen and you answer, holding the phone to your ear as you whisper into the receiver.

“Hi, there,” you greet with a smile.

“Y/N?”

The voice isn’t Harry’s. It’s American and much higher than his drawling rumble. Your smile fades into a confused frown.

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Please, Stay

Lyric Prompt: (requested by anonymous) “With tears in my eyes I begged you to stay. You said hey man, I love you, but no fucking way.” (The Front Bottoms – Twin Size Mattress)

Imagine: Newt prioritises his creatures over your relationship, time and time again. It gets to the point where, if you are troubled, you feel like you can’t talk to him because he will simply wave you off.

Author’s Note: My heart broke a little bit while writing this, it’s a short one but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all the follows, likes & reblogs. I have so much love for you all in my heart :~) P.S. this is apart of my new lil thing that I’m doing with lyrics, so if you have a song and a theme, send them on in! X

Word Count: 1041

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She Loves Me

Warnings: Insane flufffffffff, also no parents again, also every line thing signifies time jump

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You and Shawn’s relationship solely through Aaliyah’s eyes.

A/N: There’s only one part that isn’t in her POV and that’s cause it’s super special. This one’s been sitting in my drafts since I started this blog hahaha

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“Aaliyah! Shawn’s here!” Karen called from downstairs.

“Coming!” Aaliyah yelled back, jumping off her bed.

Today was the day Shawn would bring home his new girlfriend. They were going to have a sit-down dinner and everything.

Everyone was excited to meet you. Shawn had been gushing about you since way before you two started dating. But he had mentioned that you were nervous. So Aaliyah made it her mission to make you feel at home.

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Krasivaya-Chapter 5

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Song: Broken Seether ft Amy Lee

Bucky’s POV

 Oh, he had fucked up this time. His inability to describe how beautiful you truly were causing you deep pain. That made him disgusted with himself.

 The way you had shrunk in on yourself, reached for Steve for comfort, he was no longer your go to guy. No longer the man you sought out when you felt down. He had been replaced by his best friend. The best friend that got to touch you in ways he had only ever dreamt about. That got to kiss you and feel you and wake up to your smile.

He’d been so close to finally claiming you that day in the kitchen. So close to finally tasting you. But Steve just had to rip you away from him.

He was angry. Angry at you. Angry with Steve for not realizing how deeply in love with you he truly was.

“What the fuck was that, punk?” Steve spits out.

“That was me telling the truth. You wouldn’t ever go for a dame like her, and all of a sudden you can’t keep ya hands off of her?” He scoffs, watching as Steve sucks in a harsh breath.

“Jesus, Buck. What the hell is wrong with you?” Steve asks in disbelief.

He merely snorts, turning to Mel, “We’re going to bed,” he grits out. Yanking her from her seat, and ushering her down the hall. He’s slightly disgusted at the way she revels in his attention.

Shoving her hard against the door, he rips the top she’s wearing down the front, exposing her perfect body to the cool air. He wastes no time in sucking a nipple into his mouth.

Her moan sounds wrong to his ears. Her body doesn’t feeling right under his hands. Her hands tug at his hair. “James,” she moans.

He cringes at the tone of her voice, wishing with everything he has that it was you writhing underneath him.

He growls out, “On your knees.”

She complies immediately, sinking down to the ground, fumbling with his zipper.

All he needed was to forget.

Melissa was a means to an end.

Your POV:

You were curled up in a ball on your bed, listening to the moans filtering through the wall.

It had you sick to the stomach. Bile rises in your throat. You wanted nothing more than to run from this place. But you had a duty. A responsibility to the people of the world. You were never one to give up when the going got tough.

Steve enters the bedroom, his nose crinkling in disgust as he hears the moans of his best friend through the wall. He doesn’t bother asking your permission. He picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his bedroom, and depositing you on his bed. He crawls in behind you, nuzzling into your hair, the well of emotion finally bubbles over.

“Why can’t I be pretty like her, Stevie?” you sob as you shove your face into the pillow. “Why can’t he see me for what I am?”

Steve strokes your hair, listening as you cry out your pain.

“How did I end up here? How did I become this person?”

Steve sighs. “Oh, doll. Why can’t ya see how beautiful, how special you truly are?” he says, sadness bleeding into his tone.

You snort. “I’m not though, am I? He only sees a fat, useless lump! God knows I’ve tried, Steve. I’ve tried to make him see me as more, but he’ll only ever see the outside. He’ll never know how much I love him.” Words drown in the ugly crying which is currently happening.

“Shh, baby girl. It’s gonna be okay.” Steve tries to comfort you, hugging you tighter. “He’s a fool for not seein’ what’s right in front of him, and I’m always gonna be here for ya, darlin’.”

You turn to face him, hope plain on your face. “Do you mean it? You aren’t going to toss me to the side when you find someone to love?”

He chuckles dryly. “Oh, doll. I could never do that to ya, you’re my friend. And ya mean the world ta me. I promise I’ll always be there for ya.”

You believe him.

Steve Rogers isn’t one to lie. He’s too good, too pure.

Content with the knowledge that you aren’t completely alone in the world, you fall into a dreamless sleep, snuggled tightly in Captain America’s arms.

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Oblivious || Part 4

being oblivious had its perks… but not so much this time. 

(part one)

(part two)

(part three) 

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“I am not in the mood to deal with you right now.” By the time you finally convinced yourself to go and open the door, the next thing you wanted to do was slam it shut once again. Because, lo and behold, Harry frickin’ Styles was standing at your front door. “I- you gotta get out of here, Harry. I’m seriously not- I don’t wanna talk to you.” 

To say that you were upset was an understatement. You were fuming, you were heartbroken, you were all the negative emotions mixed into one! Just seeing Harry standing in front of you with his perfect face made you want to give him a good, hard punch across his stupid face. (But you knew that if you did that, you’d probably end up hurting yourself.) 

“Y/N, yeh have to let me expla-” Harry jumped when you moved to shut the door on him, making him stick his foot out to stop it from closing. You huffed and whipped around, storming your way over to the couch and plopping yourself down. “Y/N, please.” 

“You’re a shitty fucking person, Harry. You know that?” You cursed inwardly when you felt your eyes watering almost immediately with angry tears. “God, you piss me off.” 

“Y/N, if you’d jus’ give me a chance to-”

“No, you’re going to listen to me, you prick.” You snapped, Harry’s eyes widening at how aggressive you were being. “You’re going to sit down and shut up, and you’re going to listen to what I have to say.” Harry immediately complied, sitting himself down before sliding his sunglasses on top of his head. You didn’t like being so mean to Harry, but… Well, he kind of deserved it. 

“I do everything- and I mean everything for you!” You got up from your place on the couch, beginning to pace back and forth. “I-I buy all your things for you, I manage your accounts, I set up interviews, I run your errands, I- I put my life on hold for you! I’m supposed to be studying literature, a-and psychology, and I’m supposed to be living this fantastic, stereotypical college student life, but instead, I follow you around 24/7 like a pathetic, lost puppy and what do I get in return? Nothing! Harry, I told you from the start I’m not in this job for the money. I took this job because I’m your friend, and I want to support you in every way possible, but it’s so bloody hard to do that when you treat me as if I was nothing!” Your voice wavered slightly, and you tried your hardest not to burst into tears. You never thought you’d be in a situation where you’d be yelling at Harry like this, but there was just so much pent-up frustration inside of you and all of it was just flooding out in this moment. 

“The sad part is that you know I’d drop everything for you at the call of my name. You know I’ll come running because I am just so whipped for you. You know I’m 100% in love with you and it breaks my heart that you’ll never feel the same way about me, but it kills me every single time you talk to me about someone you’re crushing on because, in the back of my mind, I know you’ll never talk that way about me. I’m going to have to get over it, and I will over time, but the least you can do is be a better friend. Because friends don’t abandon their friends outside of a club to go off with a Victoria’s Secret model and then not even have the decency to call me or text me the next morning to tell me where you were or even to check on me! I was the one who stayed out in the cold all night long, but the only thing I could think about when I woke up was where you were and if you were okay or not.”

“I’m tired, Harry. I’m so tired.” There was a moment of silence in which you tried you control your emotions once again, but the next thing you knew, you had burst into tears and crumpled to the floor. 

“Y/N, no…” Harry’s eyes softened as he quickly joined you on the floor, immediately pulling you into a tight squeeze and letting you cry into his chest. 

“Why can’t you take care of me for once? Why can’t I be the one who gets wasted and can barely walk in a straight line? Why can’t you be the one who takes me home and tucks me in instead of it being me all the time? We’re supposed to be friends but you treat me like a stranger now. I…I don’t even know who you are anymore and I-I just want my Harry back.” You sobbed, your words muffled by Harry’s chest. “I want him back, I want us to be like the way we used to be…” 

“It’s a’right, I’m here, I promise.” Harry whispered, stroking your hair lightly and placing a kiss atop of your head. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry… I’ve been a proper dick and I- God, Y/N, I don’t deserve yeh. I really don’t. You’ve always been there for me and sometimes I jus’… I jus’ forget about how much you mean to me and how terrible my life would be without yeh.” You pulled away from his chest and wiped at your puffy eyes, Harry reaching up to cup your face gently. “Don’ cry, angel. Makes my eyes water when you’re sad.” He murmured softly, his thumb wiping away a tear as it rolled down your cheek. “I hate to bring this up, but… I can’t date you. I can’t date you because you’re my Y/N, and I’m your Harry, and we’ve always been jus’ that. I love you so bloody much that it hurts sometimes, and it kills me knowing that I broke your heart… But I really do think it’d be for the best if we, y’know, maybe didn’t take the romantic approach with our relationship.” 

“As long as I get the old Harry back, I think I can survive.” You sniffled, dabbing underneath your eyes and letting Harry’s words really sink into you. Not everything could have a happy ending, and you couldn’t always get what you wanted. And that was okay. That was just a part of life, and you had to accept it and move on. The world would continue spinning, regardless of Harry liking you or not, and sure, it would take a little time for your wounds to heal, but you knew you’d be alright. 

“For the record, you’re a much better cuddler, and chef, and everything else than those other girls. No one could ever replace you. Camille’s pancakes weren’t even tha’ good.”

Take that, Camille. 

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Imagine a misunderstanding leading to Poe thinking you've been killed on a mission.......

Poe’s trademark grin was nowhere to be seen as he watched the squadron of X-wings landing. The communications systems had malfunctioned in the middle of a mission you were leading, and he had no way of knowing that you were safe. One of the pilots had managed to get a connection for long enough to tell the base that a pilot had been killed, but the connection was lost before they could give a name.

Poe held his breath as orange jumpsuits began to spill from the X-wings, his anxiety increasing when he didn’t spot you in the crowd. The landing space was packed with people greeting the returning pilots, and it was beginning to feel claustrophobic.

“(Y/N)! (Nickname)!” he yelled, trying to see over the crowds. He caught the arm of a medic walking past him. “Have you seen Dameron?” he demanded.

The medic frowned in confusion. “You’re Dameron, sir?”

Poe sighed in frustration. “(Y/N) Dameron. My wife?”

Comprehension dawned on the medic’s face. “I haven’t seen her yet, I’m sorry.”

Poe released the man’s arm and ran his hands through his hair nervously. Where the hell were you?

His eyes focused on one of the ships only a few metres from where he stood. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as he watched a stretcher being wheeled down the ramp. A blanket covered the dead pilot, hiding the face.

Suddenly Poe’s world came crashing down around him. He’d seen almost every member of your squadron, except for you. Surely that meant….

A cry of anguish burst from his lips, and he took off running towards the stretcher. Tears stung his eyes, and the shouts and cries and laughs of the crowd faded to silence as he sprinted towards the stretcher, feeling certain that he had lost you.

“Poe!”

He skidded to a halt, turning and searching the crowd in confusion. He couldn’t have imagined your voice, surely? Tears streamed down his cheeks as he began to believe he had, until his eyes landed on an orange-clad figure limping towards him.

You winced as you accidentally put weight on your newly injured ankle in your attempt to run towards your husband. He was already running to you, and barely a second later had swept you up in his arms.

“Never scare me like that again,” Poe sobbed into your shoulder, holding you tightly against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his back, one hand going to play with his dark hair soothingly.

“Shh, I’m here,” you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder and inhaling deeply, feeling the adrenaline and grief of the mission leaving you as you breathed in the smell of home.

“I saw the body and I…I thought….” His voice trailed off as he pulled away to look at you. Tears welled in your eyes.

“It was Jon,” you told him, your bottom lip quivering as you tried not to cry. “He was right next to me, I tried to warn him but-,”

“There was nothing you could’ve done,” he told you gently, cupping your face so that you looked into his soft brown eyes. “You’re hurt,” he added in a panicked tone, suddenly noticing the deep gash on your forehead.

“It’s nothing,” you insisted, wiping your tears away. “I can’t go to the medics right now…he’ll be there, and his f-family, and I can’t face-,”

Poe pulled you into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll patch you up in our room, you need to rest anyway.”

You nodded shakily, threading your fingers through his as you took a step to follow him inside. You cried out in pain as your ankle buckled beneath you, and Poe was there in an instant to scoop you into his arms.

“Thank you,” he whispered into your hair, making you frown as you wrapped your arms around his neck to avoid falling.

“What for?”

He pressed a kiss to the uninjured side of your forehead, his lips lingering there as he replied.

“For coming home to me.”

Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 9

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: Around 5k

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Special thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an awesome beta!

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8

“I’m gonna have to talk with him.”

“No, (Y/n).” Sam breathed out seeing the expression on your face “No, please. I- I can talk with him, you don’t seem in the state to-”

“I’m in the perfect state, Sam.” you huffed, taking Mary from his arms, but you were more hurt about something else “I told him, I made it clear that he and Mary could not see each other and he-”

“Should just accept it? Gosh, (Y/n) do you even hear what you’re saying?” the anger was evident in his voice, hell frustration, but his expression and everything else showed how calm he was – for Mary obviously – and you averted your eyes, kissing your daughter’s forehead. You almost recoiled at his words. In all the years you’d been with Sam you had seen him angry and let down only a few times, and each of them you didn’t dare say a word as it made you realize the seriousness of the situation.

“This is Dean we’re talking about, my brother Dean. He’s the most stubborn man you’d meet in your entire life. He never goes down without a fight for what he wants and now with Mary- did you really think he was just going to let you keep him away from her like that? He was just too shocked, even if he didn’t admit it, and he was a wreck for hurting you so he did’t insist on it, but- he’s not going to stop wanting to see her.”

“I only want her to be happy.” you whispered, Sam’s words cutting you like a knife. Maybe you had been too heartbroken when you saw Dean was leaving, maybe too disappointed and angry at the same time and you couldn’t control your actions or words, and it all lead to you looking like the worst mother ever but it was the only thing that lessened the pain and that in your foggy mind had made sense.

“And I know that, I understand that- better than anyone, remember?” he whispered, getting closer as he palced a hand on the small back of your daughter who only looked between the two of you with a frown.

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BTS’ Reactions to your boyfriend being mean to you and cheering you up

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Prompt/Ask: Can I get a bts reaction to you calling late at night because your bf is being a butt and you need to be cheered up? Currently in need of some major fluff. Thanks! You guys are great. Keep it up 😊

Authors note: Thank you for the request and kind words! And I hope this is good enough to fill your fluff needs, and that your day is good to you! Hop into some comfy clothes, lie down in bed, and listen to some music 😉 enjoy!


Jin:

Having gotten into his pyjamas and doing his nightly routine, Jin was just about ready to collapse into bed after another tiring day of practice, but before his head could hit his pillow, his ringtone blared throughout the bedroom. Yoongi groaned a cursed at Jin from his spot in his own bed, and Jin quickly left the bedroom to answer the call. Eyeing your name on the screen, he answered, choice words about cursing your family cow on his tongue before you beat him too it.

“Hey, so, I know it’s late and you’re probably going to bed soon but I just had a really, really, shitty day and I just need someone to vent to and honestly I don’t know any other person who’s a better listener than you,” you said, all in one breath, and Jin’s brain worked to catch up with what you said.

“I’m flattered you think I’m a really good listener,” he said dumbly, and you sighed irritably.

“Wow, really Jin? Really?” you deadpanned, and Jin gave a light laugh.

“I’m sorry, you know me and compliments, can’t ignore them,” you laughed at that, and he was grateful. “What happened?”

You sighed again, this sigh wearier than the last. “What didn’t go wrong. I was late for work, lost my purse, spilled coffee on myself, then my car broke down and my boyfriend refused to help me! Said it was my own fault because I didn’t listen to him when he said I needed to take it to the garage. But it wasn’t as if I didn’t listen to him, I just didn’t have the money at the time for repairs!” you exclaimed, clearly getting more and more agitated the more you talked. Jin checked the time on the clock – 23:11pm. Ok, not bad.

“Come over, I still have some food left over and we can watch a movie while you rant. The guys won’t mind. They love you.”

“…are you sure?” you asked hesitantly.

“Of course, I offered, didn’t I?” he laughed. “Now get your butt over here, or someone else will eat the food before you get it.”

“OK, ok. I’m coming over, see you soon.”

“See you, sweet pea.”

Yoongi:

Yoongi had been working another late night in his studio when he received a call from you. Staring confusedly at the digital clock, 02:26am shining brightly back at him, he frowned at his phone. Sliding the answer tab across the screen, he held the phone to his ear and was about to question why you were up so late when he heard the slightest sniffle from the receiver. He sat up straighter and got right to the point. “What happened?” he asked bluntly, and you gave a shaky laugh.

“Nothing, Yoongi-“

“Bullshit, Y/N. You wouldn’t have called this late if there was nothing wrong,” he stated, and he heard you sigh defeatedly on the other end. There was a beat of silence where you gathered your thoughts before you answered.

“He made a comment about my looks again,” you whispered, and Yoongi chewed on the inside of his cheek to keep from calling your boyfriend something that will just upset you further.

“He’s wrong,” he said simply, and prepared for the onslaught of excuses you were going to spew.

“Well, no, I guess he had a point-“

“No, he didn’t,” Yoongi retorted, and you stayed silent. “You are absolutely beautiful, and someone who loves you shouldn’t put you down like that. They’re supposed to love you for who you are – inside and out. No excuses.”

More silence, except for the occasional sniffle as you absorbed what he said.

Staring at the clock again, Yoongi made a quick decision.

“I’m still in the studio, want to hang with me for a while and listen to what we’re working on? I could use a pair of outside ears to see how the music sounds. I’ll get us some takeout too,” he offered, and it didn’t take much for you to reply with a meek ‘yes’. He gave a wry smile. “Trouble maker, you only like me because I buy you food,” he remarked and his smile grew wider when you gave a genuine laugh.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

“No problem.”

Hoseok:

Packing up his gear, Hoseok left the dance studio, his phone vibrating in his pocket. Answering it, he walked through the quiet halls, most of the workers gone home.

“Hello, hello, hello!” he greeted jubilantly. You returned the greeting less happily, and Hoseok immediately frowned, his bright smile wiped off his face. Something was wrong. “What’s wrong buttercup? You sound down,” he observed, and made a weak sound in affirmation.

“Yeah, it’s just…he’s been very distant lately, and doesn’t want to hang out with me anymore.” He didn’t have to ask who he was. “Honestly, we never talk anymore, and I just feel really lonely,” you murmured sadly, and Hoseoks heart broke.

“Where are you right now?” he asked, exiting the back doors of the building and standing near the driver of BTS’ car.

“I’m actually near BigHit Ent. I’m in that coffee shop we like around the corner. I came here because I kind of wanted to just be in a busy setting for once, everything’s been too quiet lately,” you answered, and Hoseok knew what he had to do. He excused himself from your call for a minute, and turned to face his driver.

“Take me to the next street over, I have somewhere I need to be.” The driver simply nodded his head, and returned to his spot at the driver’s seat while Hoseok made his way into the back. He placed the phone on his ear again.

“Ok, stay right where you are,” he ordered. “I’m on my way.”

“What, why?” you asked, dumbfounded. It was too late for him to be hanging out with you.

“Because, you’re lonely, and what type of person would I be if I didn’t cheer you up?” he stated. “So get ready, because I’m going to smother you in tender loving care!”

You giggled over the phone. “I can’t wait,” you answered, and he gave a childish squeal that had you laughing harder.

“Good! It’s just gonna be me and you tonight, buttercup!”

Namjoon:

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

Namjoon was confused as to why you were standing outside his door at near twelve at night, but he soon got his answer, taking in your sombre face and slouched shoulders. You scratched your nose awkwardly and kept your eyes on your feet.

“I’m sorry for just calling in like this, I should have sent a text or something but I really didn’t want to be in my apartment right now. Not while he’s there, anyway,” you mumbled.

“What did he do?” he asked straight away, ushering you inside the apartment and taking off your coat for you. You made an irritated tutting noise and started to pace the length of his living you, rubbing at your temples.

“He started yelling at me today, saying all sorts of things like I was cheating on him, or seeing people behind his back, spreading stuff about him, and I just-“ you cut yourself off mid rant, running your hands through your hair, a sob escaping your lips.

Within a second Namjoon was wrapping his arms around your form, and you melted into his embrace, sighing when his hand started to rub soothing circles on your back. He held you close to him, and let you stay there for as long as you needed. You pulled back and wiped at your eyes, scoffing out a laugh.

“I suppose coming straight here won’t help my defence against his accusations,” you chuckled bitterly, but Namjoon shook his head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side.

“He’s an idiot for even thinking that of you, and you deserve way better than that. You’re staying here tonight, I’m not letting you go back to that asshole. You can have my bed. No buts,” he said when he saw you open your mouth in protest, and you simply sighed in resign. “Good, now, let’s go watch some YouTube videos on some onesies, shall we?”

Jimin:

Jimin laughed into the phone, his phone currently tucked in between his ear and the pillow beneath his head. He spent hours talking to you since he got home from practice, and it was nearing the time that he should be asleep, unless he wanted to be exhausted tomorrow. Suddenly, you asked him a question.

“Jimin…am I boring?”

His mouth opened and closed, completely confused and flustered at the random question, but he could sense this was something that was bothering you for a while. You had been slightly subdued all evening, but he thought to leave it, in case you needed space. Finally formulating a sentence, he answered your question.

“No, absolutely not! Why would you think that?”

“Well…my boyfriend was introducing me to some of his friends today, and he said ‘don’t mind her, she’s just a bit boring’, when I was being quiet. Am I boring?” you asked again, and Jimin felt anger flare up inside of him at your boyfriend’s words. Who in their right mind would say that about their partner? Especially while they’re standing next to you?

“No, you aren’t. You are one of the funniest, most entertaining people I’ve ever met,” he explained, honesty dripping from every word he spoke. “You’re amazing, and kind, and sweet, and I honestly can’t go a day without talking to you. You help brighten up my day, easily. So don’t listen to him – that was incredibly rude of him, and someone as lovely as you shouldn’t have to hear those kind of awful words.”

“…thank you Jimin,” you whispered, yet he could hear the smile in your voice. Good. You deserve nothing less than happiness.

“Now, we should both head to bed, get our beauty sleep. Not that you need it,” he added, smirking when you spluttered indignantly. “Night night, sugar plum,” he murmured.

“Night night, Jiminy Cricket.”

Taehyung:

“Tae, am I being paranoid or something? You do see this, don’t you?”

When you had rung Taehyung and woken him from his deep slumber at 2am in the morning, he knew something had gone wrong. And he was right. On your boyfriends snapchat, and his friends snapchat, were pictures and videos of him – dancing and grinding with various girls on the dancefloor of some low-end club on his night out. Seems like he had forgotten his beloved, who was waiting at home for him. And so, you rang him in hysterics, and now Taehyung was attempting to pick up the pieces.

“Am I not good enough? Am I ugly? Too annoying? What’s wrong with me Tae? Why would he do that? Does he not love me anymore?” you rambled, your voice shaky as waves of tears spilled down your face, and Taehyung had to cut you off before you got really destructive.

“Are you crazy? How could you even think that? You’re perfect, Y/N! I couldn’t imagine a better person than you – sweet, funny, so very beautiful, everything! I don’t know what that idiot thinks he’s doing, but he’s seriously messing up. He doesn’t realise a good thing when he has it, and if he’s willing to throw that away for some random girl, then fine. It’s his loss, and you deserve way better than that scumbag. I want you to put down your phone, and stop looking at it. I’m coming to get you.”

“Really?” you questioned. “But it’s late, you should be in bed-“

“Nope! Stop! Don’t wanna hear it! I’m collecting you, and we’re going to the nearest drive in and we’re gonna get a lot of food and watch the stars over the look out. Got it?”

You sniffled sadly into the phone, and Taehyung winced. “…got it.”

“I don’t want you feeling sad, so I will do everything in my power to make you smile, because I love you and I care about you. So get ready, I’ll be there soon!”

Jungkook:

“Hey, I’m standing outside your door, can you let me in?”

Jungkook shuffled tiredly to the door, phone in hand and body cramped after his nap on the couch, and answered the door, letting you in without hesitation. You pocketed your phone and walked with Jungkook to the living room, rubbing at your eyes.

“What’s up?” he inquired, taking a seat on the sofa once more and gesturing for you to do the same. You took a seat beside him and sank into the cushions, looking more worn out than he’s ever seen you. His brows furrowed in concern.

“It’s my boyfriend,” you explained, moving hair out of your face as you spoke. “I had a really tiring and bad day today, and all I wanted to do when I came home was relax by myself, but he wasn’t having any of it. He kept nagging me and poking me and I just got really annoyed and stormed out of the apartment. And then I came here. All I wanted was some peace and quiet…”

Jungkook knew he was a playful person, and he knew he could push people’s limits with his joke, but he always knew when to stop. Especially when it came to you, he knew better than to provoke you. So, he allowed himself to become your safe haven for tonight.

“Wow, idiot. It’s like he doesn’t know you at all. Lucky for you, I was just about to watch some Iron Man,” he stuck his tongue out when you groaned at the movie suggestion. “We can watch the movie together. I’ll make some popcorn and get out the blankets, just stay here, put your feet up, and relax.” He moved to stand, but you caught his arm at the last minute, preventing him from moving any further.

“Thank you so much, Jungkook. I can always count on you.”

He flushed at the admission, but recovered enough to tease you just a little, sending a playful wink your way.

“No problem. I am the best, after all,” he boasted, and ducked his head when you aimed a cushion at his head. He smirked at your loud laughter, and moved away to get the items he needed.

Without a shadow of a doubt, whenever you needed Jungkook, he would always be there for you.

Kiss and Control - Ch. 01

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

  • Genre: Dark
  • Rating: Mature
  • WARNING ⚠️: Very Dark: hints of Rape between the lines. Squint your eyes to see it. This is mafia gang related nothing soft.
  • Written by Filthyfilter



“Did someone disrespect you?” He asked you quietly over dinner. You bit your lip not meeting his gaze as you took another bite of your meal as you stared at your meal. The tension in the room was enough to kill someone. It was always scary when he was THIS angry. “Y/N do not make me repeat my question.” Jimin stated again.

You met his gaze and held it as tears poured out of your eyes. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.

His eyes narrowed with his jaw muscles tensing up and down. He silently nodded at your quietness as he wiped his mouth with the napkin near his plate. He nodded to a maid and she quickly picked up his plate and hurried out of the room. Jimin stood from where he sat and slowly made his way to you. You didn’t dare break eye contact until he was right above you. When he leaned down into your face, you adverted your eyes away from him.

His eyes scanned your entire being. From your slightly bruised lips to bruise marks on your neck to your slightly dirty clothes that you thought you had brushed off. He provided everything for you and you felt awful. What if he thought you cheated? It wasn’t anything like that.

“We are going to get you cleaned up. And then we are going to talk. Okay?” He asked in a completely different tone as if he switched. You quietly nodded as he held his hand out to you which you accepted.

The walk to the master bathroom in his bedroom was quiet. You felt small. Ashamed. But it was hard to keep telling yourself it wasn’t your fault.

It wasn’t your fault. He had to have known because he was angry to gentle in a matter of seconds over dinner.

He started the shower as you watched the mirrors start to fog from the steam. Just the way you liked it. Jimin stripped away your clothes leaving upset you bare before him. You couldn’t help but cry. You hated crying. It made you feel weak. He didn’t say anything but he knew he would find whoever did this to you.

The shower was relaxing but you still felt dirty. No matter how much allowed him to clean and scrub your body, you could still feel it. Jimin turned the water off and dried you off with a warm towel.

He helped you get dressed and a ran a hand down your cheek to bring you into a small gentle kiss but he hissed when you flinched away crying. Jimin brought you into a hug when you broke down.

“It’s okay to cry Y/N. It’s not your fault.” He whispered into your ear as you bawled your eyes out and refused to let go. He carried you to the bed when you felt too tired to keep your eyes open.

You felt a whisper against your ear when you fell asleep but you couldn’t hear anything. Jimin tucked you in before he made his way to his office where he met a few of his gang members. “I want to know who did this to her. Use your resources but be discreet.” Jimin discussed with them. “We don’t want to attract attention.” He said to the six men in front of him. Jimin turned his focus on Jin. “Be sure to get all the medical supplies you can and check up on her frequently.” Jimin acknowledged Jin nod but continued his meeting. “Yoongi and Hoseok, I need exact locations of where the altercation was and who she could have ran into. Even if it was a happened at the wrong time moment. I need to know.” Jimin stated as he stared at the two but he continued. “Jungkook you’ve been her friend for years. Don’t let her leave your sight. And Taehyung, Namjoon…you know what to do.” Jimin finished as everyone went their separate ways.


When you closed your eyes, all you could hear was the screaming. You remembered every detail of it. The timbre, the panic, the anxiety that made your blood run cold when it stopped. It was like reliving the nightmare you wish you could erase from your memory. How bad you screamed for Jimin to save you and no one could hear. Screaming and wrestling the strange man on top of you. You were on your way to work when you were taken and brought here to the valley of Death. The one location where most cases end up on the news. Your clothes were torn and mangled with the dirt from beneath you. Your cries were muffled as you fought. You wanted nothing more than to die. As you lay broken in the valley, the man hovered over you whispering into your ear. “Let this be a message to Mr. Park. If you say anything, it will be more than just your innocence that I take.” His cruel whisper ghosted your over your earlobe. Tears flood out of your eyes as you lay helpless on the ground.

Laying on the cold grown felt like hours. You wanted to get up but you just didn’t have the energy. The thought of not being with Jimin or Jungkook or your friends again was heartbreaking. You felt dirty and ashamed. You felt like you betrayed them. As if you did something to make this your fault when you are the victim and did nothing wrong…

You wake up screaming and shaking with a hard figure above you trying to control your lashing out. You refused to open your eyes to see the man who took your innocence. “Y/N! Wake up!” Came a worried voice. It sound familiar but you still refused to open your eyes. You continued to lash out and fight.

“Y/N! Y/N!” the voice came again and then time you saw your best friend. You stopped struggling and you blinked a few times before realizing you were safe. “It’s okay. It was just a bad dream.” Jungkook said to you in a low calming tone bringing you into a warm embrace.

Only it wasn’t a bad dream. It was real. You didn’t have any words to voice out so you just sobbed into his white t-shirt. Remembering that Jimin had taken you to get cleaned up and bringing you to bed, but you didn’t see him here with you. Jungkook patted and rubbed your back in soothing circles. “It’s alright. You’re safe with me.” He said calmly and in between your sobs you wiped away your tears. He gave you a reassuring smile to cheer you up, you half cracked a fake smile meeting his gaze.

Jungkook brushed some of your hair out of your eyes as he began talking again. “Jin will be here in a little bit to check up on you. I will go get your breakfast.” He said as he got up from his position on the side of the bed to leave the room. You reacted fast and gripped his arm. You were ashamed for feeling so small and child-like.

Your voice cracked when you spoke, “Please…” you started in a whisper. “Don’t leave me by myself.” You say to him closing your eyes to hide your tears that were trying to break free.

Jungkook was silent for a few moments before nodding with agreement. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.” He replied as he helped you from the bed and into Jimin’s master bathroom inside the room.

Your eyes couldn’t help but follow to the mirror that was in the vanity over the sink. Jungkook blocked your view almost instantly and hissed. “Don’t. Just take your clothes off and get in the shower.” Jungkook demanded in a stern tone. That’s the thing you liked about Jungkook. He may have a childish personality like a bunny but he knew when things were serious and his total facade changed. He was like an older brother to you. You nodded at his statement and did what you were told. In some way you didn’t mind stripping in front of him because he had been your best friend since you were kids. He was always there when you needed him.

It was quiet the entire time and the only sound in the room was the shower water hitting the tile floor. The water was hot and relaxing. You stood there for a moment before scrubbing your body and your hair. You scrubbed at-least two more times before shutting the water off. You still felt dirty. It was disgusting.

Jungkook wrapped you with one towel so you wouldn’t get cold and with another he dried you off. He helped you dress and brushed your hair as if you were a small fragile child. You hugged him. “Thank you Kookie.” You murmured softly and he chuckled.

“It’s okay Y/N.” He replied back and led you back to the bedroom where Jin was waiting. Jungkook dismissed himself as he had plans of his own. You sat on the chair infront of the bed and looked up at Jin.

You watched as Jin got out a few items and began doing a medical check up on you to make sure nothing was broken or seriously injured. He touched a few places on your body where he diagnosed several bruises but nothing broken. He flashed a light in your eyes to check if your pupil reacts to the light or not. You were fine there. Physically you were okay but Jin knew that mentally you were not okay. He knew in a medical stand point this would take time and needed to discuss things with Jimin but not while you were awake and in ear shot. Jin didn’t want to scare you anymore as it was. Jin gave you a glass of water and some medicine for the headache and pains in your body. You downed the glass of water and small pill.

Just as Jin was getting ready to leave, Jungkook came inside the room with a tray of food. “Eat. You will feel better.” He instructed to you as he sat it on the computer desk and ushered for you to sit in the chair. You did as you were told but took small bites taking your time.

Slowly you finished your meal. You wanted Jimin but he was gone. The only comfort you had was Jungkook at the very moment but it wasn’t enough even though he is your best friend.

Jimin was in his office while you slept when Hoseok and Yoongi reported to him with information he desired. Jimin was a man of respect. He was humble and very kind but once disrespected he was a very cruel man. You were his prized possession and anything that happened to you disrespected him in more ways than it should. He loved you even if he didn’t show it as often or openly as he should. And now he was beyond pissed that his happiness was broken. He would make them pay.

Jimin was immediately rose to his feet but Hoseok blocked him. “We need a plan. If you burst out now, it could cause unnecessary collateral damage. We need to see what the other’s have found and come up with a plan.” Hoseok voiced in a hushed tone.

Yoongi stared at a rather annoyed Jimin. He was already furious as it was but Yoongi knew where Jimin was coming from on a certain stand-point but Hoseok was right. There shouldn’t be anything rash. “Hoseok is right. We need a plan first.” Yoongi stated from his usual quietness.

“We need to do something. I can’t just sit here.” Jimin stated a little above normal tone. He looked between his two friends and members.

Hoseok shared a look with Yoongi. “Listen, we understand that you are upset but Y/N needs you right now. You should be up there with her instead of Jungkook. Stay here with her while we go handle it for you.” Hoseok offered.

There was a long quiet pause before Jimin let out a deep breath. “Fine.” He started in an agitated tone of voice not liking having to sit around and wait.

Tom Holland Imagine: Jealousy

Summary: You and Tom have a fight over his relationship with Zendaya

A/N: Hi bbies I wrote this with no prior plan and in one sitting so I’m very sorry if you don’t like it cause I was literally making up everything as I wrote it O.O

Warnings: fighting, harmful words

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I stared at my phone as yet another photo of Tom and Zendaya sitting awfully close appeared in my tagged photos on Instagram. The caption didn’t help how I felt.

“Tom and Z have been spending so much time together lately… does anyone know if he’s even still dating Y/N? She’s seems kind of irrelevant to him now… can’t blame him though lol”

I threw my phone on my bed and stormed out of the house. I needed air.

Tom stared at me in shock from the couch as he saw me storm past him.

“Y/N? Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“That’s not very specific… and it could be dangerous. Why don’t I go with you-”

“NO.”

Tom was caught off guard by my aggressive tone. He had never really seen me angry before. Our whole relationship was built off of trust so we were always honest with each other which lead to very few disagreements.

“Y/N, love, is everything alright?”

Tom’s sweet tone was all I needed to begin crying.

“No, nothing is alright. But it’s not like you care or notice. You spend all your time with fucking Zendaya.”

“Zendaya? Is that what this is about? You’re jealous? Love, she’s just a friend and a cast mate.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tom. I’m not crazy and I’m certainly not stupid or blind. I’ve been in this situation before.”

“Y/N, nothing is going on with me and Zendaya! Don’t you trust me!?”

“I thought I did, Tom! But every single picture I see of you two, you’re basically on top of each other and you two spend an awful amount of alone time together. And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd that she takes you to meet all of her friends but doesn’t take Harrison, Jacob or Laura?”

“Harrison was sick and Jacob and Laura’s families were in town! That’s the only reason I was alone with Zendaya that day!”

“That still doesn’t explain why you two ALWAYS have to be next to each other in pictures and why she flew you and Harrison out to New York the other day!”

“Y/N, you’re overreacting. Please stop before this gets blown out of proportion.”

“Yeah, well, too late for that.”

And with that I was gone.


————

It had been days since I last spoke to Tom. I was staying at my friend Adam’s house. I knew this would probably come back to bite me considering Adam and I used to date, but Tom and everyone else knew we were strictly friends now.

“Y/N, I made some pancakes!”

“Alright, coming! You better have bacon as well!”

“Well of course!”

I giggled and opened Instagram. I noticed tons of Tom’s fans commenting on my pictures calling my things like “whore”, “slut” and and saying “kill yourself”.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and saw I had been tagged in several pictures.

I opened them and saw pictures of Adam and I.

“Oh shit…”

There were pictures of me coming out of his apartment looking rather messy… but it was because I had just woken up!

And then there was a picture of us laughing and eating ice cream, and me with my head on his shoulder while we were sitting on a park bench and even one of him kissing my forehead while we were hugging…

I ran down the stairs and grabbed my purse.

“Adam, I have to go do something. I’ll be back.”

And with that, I was running down the street to Tom and I’s house.

I managed to cut the time it would normally take in half by running fast.

I knocked on the door and Harrison opened up.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked coldly.

“Look, it’s not what you think!”

“Oh isn’t it? Because it looks like you went out and cheated on my fucking best friend all because of some stupid idea you had running around in your goddamn mind!”

“I didn’t cheat on him! Can you please let me in? I need to talk to him!”

Harrison didn’t move so I pushed him out of the way.

“Y/N, stop!”

“No!”

I stormed through the house until I found Tom.

Oh god, I’m the worst person in the world…

The poor boy was curled up laying on the floor of our room. He was dressed in sweats and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was curled up in a blanket with disheveled hair and tissues laying around him from where he had been crying. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression.

“Tom? Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“Why the hell are you here? To pack your things? Fine. Go ahead.”

I sighed and sat down next to Tom’s body. I pulled his head into my lap and began to run my fingers through his curls. Tom curled into me and began to sob hysterically.

“Why? Why would you do that to me? I never cheated on you with Zendaya. Never. She was helping me, okay? I-I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know we’re too young to get married, but I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I was in New York. She was helping me pick out a ring, and she’s been helping me figure out how I was gonna ask you. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything we had.”

“Tom, I didn’t cheat on you. I know the pictures look that way, but I didn’t. Adam is the only person here I know. He was trying to make me feel better. You know Adam is one of my best friends. The kiss on the head was because I had just explained to him what had happened with us. Coming out of his apartment looking awful was because I hadn’t left the couch in 2 days, and the ice cream was because you of all people should know that nothing makes me feel better than a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream. I would never do that to you, Tom. I love you.”

Tom sniffled and pulled away to look up at me. I ran my hand down the side of his cheek and he pressed his face into it.

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I abandoned you so much for Zendaya. And I’m sorry I assumed you would cheat on me without hearing you out. I should’ve put everything together…”

“You’re not wrong here at all, Tom. I am. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that but you know how I am. I always need time to cool off or I end up saying really harmful things that I don’t mean. And all your fans were saying you two were together and I just, I got paranoid because I’m terrified of losing you.”

“I’m terrified of losing you, too. God, when I saw those picture of you and Adam…”

“I know, baby. But I’m here. I want you. Not Adam. Now… what was that about a ring?”

Tom smiles and gets up from the floor. He walks over to our dresser and pulls out a box from one of his jean pockets.

“This wasn’t how we had planned it…”

“How did you plan it then? I’ll close my eyes and pretend I’m there.”

Tom walks back over to me and sits across from me. He takes my hands in his larger ones and I close my eyes as he begins.

“Bella Notte playing in the background, because I know how much you love Lady and the Tramp, we’re walking across your favorite bridge in the park after we’ve just watched the sun go down and had a picnic of pizza and chocolate covered strawberries because they’re your favorite… we’re standing on the bridge that Harrison and I covered in fairy lights… we’re standing under the stars… I get down on one knee in front of you and hold your hand… I say to you, ‘Y/F/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you in that coffee shop. I still remember hearing All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran playing in the background. Everything felt like slow motion and I knew in that moment that you were the love of my life. And then you fell in love with me. And I intend on working everyday to be worthy of your love. We’re only 20, so this isn’t a proposal… entirely. But I want you to know that my love for you is real. So I bought you this promise ring, so that you know that one day I’m going to come home and tell you that it’s time. And then I’ll have the greatest honor of all time by making you Mrs. Y/N Holland. Will you accept my promise?”

I was crying my eyes out at Tom’s speech that I could barely squeak out a yes before I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Tom smiled and kissed me. When he pulled away he opened the box the reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. Tom slid the ring in to my finger and kissed me lovingly again.

“Well, wasn’t that lovely!”

Tom and I turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway holding up his phone, filming us.

“I can’t wait to send this to Zendaya!”

“Harrison! Why do you always have to ruin the best moments in my life!”

I had a dream that you died last night
and when I woke up
I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t think I had to find you so I could know it wasn’t true

I found you in the office, quietly tapping away
You turned around at the sound of my sobs
and barely had time to register my body being thrown into your lap
crashing into you like I’ve always done

You gently pet my hair and walked me back to bed
tucking me in and turning the light off
easing my troubled mind

I don’t know what I’d do without you.
I just don’t.

So I’m glad you’re still here
and I’m glad you’re still breathing
and I’m glad you’re still mine
because I don’t know how I’d go on with you leaving

In fact,
it might be fair to say that I couldn’t.

And who would have thought that someone like me
would find a love like that?

—  cut scene: “in my dream you stopped breathing and i almost did too”
When my time comes...

Prompto

Duscae. The fresh air everyday was welcoming to Prompto. He didn’t have the heart to return to Insomnia after these years, wanting to live in the countryside with the Chocobos of course. He smiled as he walked into the ranch, the other few people there greeted him as he went to prepare food for the birds, he felt nausea and took a moment to sit down, his hand stroking the birds feathers. His nausea grew worse and he wondered if he was going to be sick, or faint as a dizziness took him. He placed a hand over his face and rested against the hay.

A low engine purred, some new visitors had arrived, he heard the door of the car open.

“Chop chop Prompto”

He looked up

“Noct?”

it was him, really him.

Noctis was leaning against his father’s car, wearing his silver tshirt with the behemoth jacket, his black hair spiked up like old times

“It’s time Prompto”

Tears ran down Prompto’s face, his mouth shock, he knew what his old friend meant

“No, it cant be, I’m not old, I’ve got years ahead of me, Noct, I’m not ready yet”

Noctis walked from the car to sit with Prompto

“You’re ready, I wish you weren’t, but it is your time”

Prompto heard paws on the ground, Pryna was here too.

A sob came from Prompto

“I was in middle of feeding the Chocobos…”

Noctis put his hand on Prompto’s

“You’ve been ill, for a long time. You wont suffer no more, not where we’re going next. Up for another adventure?”

Prompto took Noctis’ hand, as he did his skin went smoother, his breathing less laboured or maybe it stopped all together, just as his heart did in that moment. Prompto stood by Noctis

“You bet!” He felt younger, so much younger, like he did the day he left Insomnia the very first time.

Ignis  

The days were getting longer for Ignis, not because the sun was no longer rising, this was different. He had lived in the darkness for more than his whole life. The days left longer now because he was no longer sure if the days passing. He slept into the day, he slept through the nights. Sometimes he was awake for short moments, sometimes he was awake for hours, longing for more pain relief when his last dose ran low. Before his carers could take him out in a wheelchair, but now he was too frail for that. Oh how he missed the sound of outdoors, of birds singing, creatures making their own sounds. He missed the sounds of Gladio and Prompto’s banter. It had been long since Prompto had passed. His damaged eyes wept a tear. He wished he could have felt their touch one last time, heard their voices…
He sank into another dream. He liked when he dreamed, it was the only time he seen images, but they were strangely distorted as if his brain had forgotten what the world looked like after several decades in the dark.

Laughter. Giggles. Footsteps echoing off walls.
We are going to get in trouble.
More giggles.
“Highness, we shouldn’t be running inside the Citadel”
The world around him lightened up.
Up ahead the back of a boy’s head was getting further away
“Highness!” He shouted, his voice high pitched. He ran after the boy
“Come on Iggy!” The boy shouted
“Highness, we can’t play in the throne room, it’s off bounds, your father-“
“He wont find us”
The boy’s voice echoed around inside his head, coming from everywhere.
“Let’s play!” The boy had turned a corner. His laughs getting quite as Ignis ran faster to keep up, running past members of the Kingsglaive and apologising to them. The Kingsglaive was ok, but if members of the Crownsguard were to see them…
“Prince Noctis, I must insist we stop this” He shouted as he ran around another corner, then up the long corridor to the throne room “Noctis!”
Ignis peered into the hall beyond, sure King Regis would be in here. Noctis was stood at the door leading into the throne room.
The lights were on, it was getting lighter in here. He could see all the paintings hung up on the wall, then there was a rumble as Noctis pulled open the doors
“Highness no!” Ignis shouted as Noctis ran into the room. The last thing Ignis wanted to see was little Noctis in trouble and King Regis’ disappointed face as he looked at the two boys.

‘It was my fault’ he would say. He would always say it, because he wanted to protect Noctis, no matter the cost.

“Noctis” He whispered, his hands, smaller than what he remembered, touching the door and pushing it open behind the young heir.

The room was blinding.

“Noct?” He said, holding a hand over his eyes, he walked into the throne room “Noct?” He repeated.
Peering through his fingers, he looked up the wide set of stairs reaching up high to the Lucian Throne.
“You’re not meant to sit on there Noctis” Ignis said, his voice still high “That chair is for the King. We’ll  get in trouble if we are found in here”

“But the King sits here Iggy” Noctis answered him
“Yes” Ignis said “The King! We’re going to get in so much trouble if your father comes in”
“But I am King, Iggy”

Ignis blinked, he lowered his hand and looked up at Noctis. He grinned down at Ignis and Ignis seen Noctis was no longer a boy, but a man. He was leaning in the throne as if he was born to sit there, which he had. His spikey hair lush and shinny.

Ignis smiled back
“You were always one for theatrics my old friend”

Noctis jumped down and walked towards him, looking at Ignis with all the warmth in the world.
“I’ve missed you”

Ignis touched the insides of his eyes before the tears could run.
“I’ve been waiting for you”

Noctis touched his arm
“You know why you can see me?”

Ignis nodded
“I am ready. I have been ready for some time”

“Then we better not keep Prompto waiting. He wants to see you just as much”

Noctis reached out his hand and just like the first time they met, Ignis reached out to take it, but did not take it at once.

“The Throne room. It was where we first met” Ignis reminded Noctis
Noctis nodded.
“I remember”

Ignis took Noctis hand. Far away he thought he could hear a long beeping noise ringing out, it came from far away. He thought he could hear voices all shouting orders at each other. He though he heard somebody saying the time, but none of that mattered to him, because in that moment he was with Noctis, walking deeper into the throne room.

 Gladio

Gladio placed the empty beer bottle down on the ground. His wife often moaned at him for drinking at his age, but it was a favourite of his.
His grown children were cutting firewood by the house, a fence keeping a small herd of rather tame Anak out of the garden. Gladio liked this house, out in the country, just a few mile away from Lestallum. It reminded him of younger days, camping outside under the stars. Now his campground had became a small house, his children had been raised here and still lived here. Like Prompto, he stayed away from Insomnia in the end, although Ignis felt comfortable being there. He rested his hand on his head. He was the only one now. Noctis, Prompto and Ignis had all passed. His thoughts went to Iris, she was in Lastallum, settled with a family of her own and still somehow, she managed to get by going up the stairs to her apartment. Gladio couldn’t really manage stairs no more. He slept on the ground floor, his legs too sniff now to carry his body upstairs, his back to sniff to bend down.
His eyes drifted over to the Anaks. Once he and the boys killed an entire herd and ate their meat. The memory brought a smile to his face. This herd were different, they were almost pets. Just as long as he didn’t go too near their babies he didn’t have to fear them.

He was watching the Anaks when a car purred up besides his house. Who could that be? He looked at it and his heart sank.
No way

Noctis got out and looked at the Anaks as if he was trying to work out why Gladio allowed them so close to his house, before walking up to Gladio
“And you can get lost” Gladio said
“And hello to you” Noctis said, crossing his arms and leaning against Gladio’s fence
“Not time yet Noctis” He was almost annoyed at the Prince.
Whoever chose when it was his time, well they had got it wrong. He wasn’t ready and he wasn’t going anywhere
“It’s time Gladio” Noctis spoke softly
Gladio ignored him
“Look, it’s nice to see you again, but Im not coming. No way” Gladio refused. He looked over at his children. One of his daughters were expecting a baby soon
“Bad timing as always” Gladio said.

Noctis was still leaning against the railing to the house, his blue eyes looking deep into Gladio’s
“and you can stop that too. It’s not working”

Noctis took a breath
“I know you don’t want to leave them. Nor would I ever force you, but it is your time Gladio. I have nothing to do with it, I just came to pick you up. You don’t have to leave this world alone”

“It’ not my time and you had better get out of here. I’m sure I have my sword somewhere around here..”
Noctis smiled sadly
“Im not a demon Gladio, just… your friend”

Gladio’s eyes flicked over to the car, for the first time he noticed Noctis hadn’t been driving.
Ignis raised his hand in greeting, he smiled at Gladio, then drank the Ebony Coffee in his hand. Sitting in the back, grinning at him widely was Prompto.
Gladio sighed. He was really happy to see them, even if he wasn’t happy at the timing.
“They’ll be ok” Noctis said, he was watching Gladio “The world is much safer now”

Gladio was still being stubborn
“Not leaving Noctis. I don’t care which of the Gods decided it was my time now. I have a family”
Noctis nodded, like he expected this.
Ignis got out and walked to Gladio, they hugged. Ignis whispered something in Gladio’s ear. Noctis could hear it
“Your father is waiting for you, Gladio”
Gladio swallowed.
“Where are we going?” Gladio asked

Noctis got off the railings and into the back of the regalia, waiting for Gladio to get in next to him “We’re going… to an old place” Noctis smiled
“Yeah baby!” Prompto agreed from the front, turning the music on in the Regalia, the song that was playing, Gladio hadn’t heard it in years.
“An old place?” Gladio asked.

“Home” Noctis answered
“As it was before the war” Ignis finished
“To Insomnia!” Prompto added.

The car set off. To anybody out on the road that day, they swore they seen the old Kings’ car drive up the roads to Insomnia once again. Some claimed to have heard laughter and woops on the highways, some claimed the air around them felt warmer and a strange wind lifted the hairs on their skin, as if something went past them

Anonymous (Peter Parker x Reader)

Word Count: 3,869

Warnings: some mild cursing, it’s also pretty long


The first night you ever met him was unforgettable; mostly because you could’ve died that night. Your boss had begged you to help close that night even though you had told him you had made plans for homework and studying that night. The diner had been hit with a sudden rush of people and none of the closing chores had been completed so he needed an extra closer. It was exhausting but you thought you could use some extra money; college wasn’t going to pay for itself. It was never too early to start thinking about it; even if you were only a sophomore. 

After he’d locked the doors and thanked you for your hard work, and you turned to start walking home by yourself. “Y/N!” One of your coworkers chased you down and you looked over your shoulder to the middle-aged woman who had acted like your mother within your group of coworkers. “Lemme walk with you! It’s not safe for you to be walking around this late by yourself.” She walked by your side for most of the walk back.

When you parted ways, you were anxious to get back home. Being outside at this hour in New York wasn’t a good idea in the first place. You were turning a corner and when you looked up from your feet you noticed a menacing silhouette that seemed to be coming in and out of existence because of the flickering street light. You turned back the way you came but was met by a man with a hood over his head.

“Hello, sweetheart. Whatcha got on ya?” He grabbed your arm and you struggled to break free.

“Don’t hurt her, she’s a pretty thing.” The silhouette from before now showed his face in the pale light of the streetlamp above.

“P-Please, I don’t have anything, I swear.” You reached for your wallet and tossed it to the ground.  The man behind you picked it up and rummaged through to try and find anything of use.

“She’s got nothin’.” The man’s grip around your arm tightened and you let out a yelp of pain. “We’ll just have to take something else…” He snickered and you felt your heart beat even faster than it already was before. This is it, this is how I die… Your mind was racing and you could barely comprehend what was happening.

You missed what happened next, because suddenly you were free from the hooded man’s grip and they were plastered to the wall by some white net. When you had calmed down, you realized they were… Webs. That could only mean… Sure enough, a lanky blue and red figure stumbled a landing in the light in front of you.

“Um, are you okay?” He messed around with trying to pose himself by leaning against the lamp post and crossing his arms and just standing up straight. You would’ve laughed at the thought of Spider-Man being this awkward, but you were too thankful for his help that you didn’t care.

You practically tackled him as you embraced him. “Thank you so much. I thought I was going to die, oh my God!” You started sobbing and you could feel him tense up.

“That’s what I’m here for!” His voice sounded so young, like he was your age. You couldn’t believe your ears. He didn’t know what to do so he just stood there rigidly. “Oh gosh, please don’t cry. It’s okay now.” He gave you an awkward but reassuring pat on your back and you pulled away to wipe away the tears.

“I believe this is yours?” He held up your wallet. You accepted it and ran your hands through your hair, thinking about how you’d just missed a disaster by a second. “Would you like me to, um, take you home?”

“You mean like…” You looked up towards the tops of the buildings around you. Flying through the air like that terrified you at first, but you just wanted to get home to your bedroom. “Sure.”

“Okay, um,” Spider-Man knelt down with his back towards you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hold on.” He shot a web up to the top of a building and you felt the wind against your face as you were launched up into the air. “Where to?” You gave him the street name and building number and he made course to your apartment.

You held on for dear life and kept your eyes closed most of the way home. After a couple web swings you got used to the idea of being in the air like this and opened your eyes. You almost regretted it because of how high off the ground you were, but the way the city looked from this perspective was beautiful. The lights, the street lamps that dotted the sidewalks… it seemed more peaceful from up there.

“Is this it?” You opened your eyes and saw Spider-Man sticking to the wall of your apartment building.

“Yeah,” You guided him to the fire escape that led to your bedroom window and slid from his back once you were back on solid ground. He turned to jump from his perch on the fire escape, but you grabbed his wrist. “Spider-Man? Thank you again.”

His flustered reaction was incredibly noticeable, even with that mask on, and he gave a little chuckle. “No problem, you have a nice night, ma’am.” And then he was gone; just like that. You climbed through your window and jumped into bed without changing your clothes. Falling asleep was hard because you kept thinking about how you just met Spider-Man.


You met Spider-Man?!”

That next morning you retold the story to your friends, and tried to convince them you did in fact meet the web-slinger. “You’re shitting me right now, Y/N.”

“I’m serious! These guys were trying to rob me and…” You stopped and shivered at the thought of what they would’ve done to you. “Anyways, he swooped in, stuck these guys to the wall, and saved me!”

Everyone asked you questions as if you knew him personally. It was just one night that he saved you, and they expected you to be best buds by now. Of course your friend, Ned, asked you a million questions in between periods at your locker–he was a big Spider-Man fan. Even his friend Peter, who you’d never really talked to, asked you: “What was he like?”

“Um,” you tilted your head while trying to think of how to describe him, “he was a lot more awkward than I thought he would be.”

“Oh.”

“But it was adorable in its own way.” You shrugged, and noticed Peter smirked slightly. “Well, boys, I have to go to the band room and help Mrs. Mayfield for my teacher’s aid period. It was nice meeting you, Peter.” You added and hurried down the hall.

Even while you were helping your band director you were distracted by your thoughts about meeting Spider-Man. You kept spacing off and she had to try and keep you grounded in reality. The memory of flying through the air, with the wind blowing your hair, was just so amazing. Little did you know that wasn’t the last time you’d see the Webbed Warrior of Queens. It was only the beginning.


A couple days later when you’d gotten home from school you were met with a surprise on your window. You tossed your stuff onto your bed and hurried over to see a handwritten note plastered to the glass with familiar webbing.

Meet me on the roof at 11?
–SM

There was a little spider doodled next to his signature and you didn’t know whether to be scared or excited. Why was Spider-Man asking you to meet him? It was a strange request indeed, but… what could go wrong?

The hours counting down to 11 seemed to take years; you told your parents you were going to bed and had to stare at the ceiling while waiting for the sounds of them settling down in their own room. When you thought they were asleep, you waited a little longer, and climbed out your window to the fire escape. You tried your best to keep from making so much noise, but the metal on the stairs were so rickety not even Spider-Man himself could sneak up them.

When you got to the top, you peeked your head over the edge of the roof and saw the web slinger pacing around and mumbling to himself. It looked like he was rehearsing something. When you revealed yourself he nearly jumped off the roof in shock, but composed himself. “Um, hi. I’m P-Spider-Man.” He rocked back and forth on his feet. “I mean, you knew that. What’s your name?”

You smiled and put your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “I’m Y/N. Why did you want to meet me up here?”

“Oh, right,” he scratched his head, “I was wondering if you’d like to go see some sights with me…” When you didn’t answer right away, he held up his hands defensively. “I mean, you don’t have to unless you want to.” Was Spider-Man asking to hang out with you? Why would someone like him want to be around you? You couldn’t stop a bus with your bare hands, you couldn’t fly or turn invisible; you were as normal as they came. But hanging out with Spider-Man would make for great stories in the future, plus: you were curious about him.

“I’d love to!” You beamed and he tilted his head confused.

“You do?” You tried not to laugh at how adorably awkward he was. “You do! Right…” He let you climb on his back and you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his torso to ensure you wouldn’t fall. “Hold on–I mean, I won’t let you fall, but,”

“Let’s go, Spider-Boy.” You interrupted and he nodded. Once again you were swinging through Queens but this time there were still some cars down below and people on the streets. It was much busier and felt a little safer than the first time you were at this height. “Where are we going first, Spider-Boy?” You rested your chin on his shoulder.

“It’s Spider-Man, And we’re going to make our way to Central Park, hopefully.” He muttered the last part and continued to shoot webs.

“Well you sound like a boy, Spider-Man, and I don’t believe you’re a day older than 16.” There was no response. “So I’m right?” Another long silence on his part.

“Maybe…” You laughed.

“I guess it’s too much to ask what school you go to.”

“Bingo.”

The ride to Central Park was a long one, but you eventually made it. It was practically empty, and the paths were lit up by the cute little street lamps. Even though you’d lived in New York for so long, you’d never really been to Central Park that often. It was more of a treat for you than it was a normal park. It looked so different at night, and you felt a whimsical presence of being out at night like this.

Spider-Man set you down on the grass and then told you to wait for a second. “I’ll be right back, promise.” He leapt off into the darkness and you could hear a bunch of webs being shot. After a couple minutes he returned and guided you to where he’d created a giant spider web spanning between multiple trees.

“Am I supposed to be impressed by this or…?”

“That’s not it, I’ll help you up.” Before you could say anything, he grabbed you and tossed you into the air like you were a rag doll. You screamed, of course, but when you landed you bounced a little, like on a trampoline. When you opened your eyes you saw that you were sitting on the giant web he’d strung up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He landed next to you and sat with his legs crisscross style.

“That wasn’t cool. You scared the shit out of me.” You pursed your lips and folded your arms around your chest.

“Well, just look up.” He pointed and laid down with his hands behind his head. Still bitter about being thrown in the air, you sighed with a roll of your eyes and tilted your head upwards. The stars twinkled in the clear night sky and your frustration immediately melted away.

The two of you laid next to each other while staring at the sky for quite a bit of time. You had a ton of questions that you wanted to ask him; mostly little things about him. “So, you created the fluid you use for your webs?”

“Yeah.”

“You must be a smart kid, Spider-Boy.” You teased.

He looked away from you embarrassed. “I guess I am.”

“Okay, but who’s going to clean up all this web?”

“It dissolves after two hours. Speaking of which, what time is it?”

You pulled out your phone. “Nearly… 2 am?! I have a math test tomorrow!” You tried to get up but forgot you weren’t on solid ground and fell over. “You gotta take me home, Spider-Boy.”

On the way back he apologized countless times and you could tell his was booking it as much as he could for your place. He dropped you off at your window and said a hasty goodbye before disappearing into the skyline. You changed into your pajamas and curled up into your bed, hoping you’d be able to catch enough z’s.


The next time you found a note on your window, he took you to Chinatown, but it was still pretty busy so you got to see all the different signs and people on the streets. He took you lots of place over the next couple trips, each visit getting closer and closer to one another so that you saw him almost every other night.

Up to this point you’d decided not to tell anyone about your adventures with Spider-Man, but you couldn’t keep his most recent visit a secret. You were excited to share it with Ned and Peter because he’d taken you to Stark Tower; where the Avengers used to work from.

That was the first night he’d really taken you high up like that. It was terrifying, to say the least. He’d actually webbed your torso to his as he climbed up the building. “I’ve never been up this high before.” His voice shook ever so slightly as he looked down towards the concrete jungle below.

“I’d never thought that Spider-Boy would be afraid of heights.” You teased with a toothy grin.

“I’m not afraid of heights! I’ve never climbed a building this tall before, that’s all…”

The height was very apparent because the wind at this level was more torrential compared to the ground level. With your hands around his neck, you dug your face into his shoulder to keep your hair from getting all in your face. You were also very scared being this high, but you didn’t want him knowing that.

It seemed like a millennia before you reached the top where there was a flat platform that looked like a landing pad. Once you were on solid ground again, Spider-Man cut you free from the webbing and tossed it in the wind. The city below looked so small now.

“It’s beautiful…” you held up your hands over your mouth trying not to freak out over the sight. You heard him mutter something incoherent and turned to him. “You say something?”

“Nothing!” The lenses on his mask widened and you turned your attention back to the scene in front of you.

“You know, it seems like there’s no security here right now. I was sure we’d be caught by now.”

“Well, I asked Mr. Stark about taking you here, so he probably let someone know…” He shrugged and joined you.

“So,” you sat down and dangled your feet over the edge, “you still haven’t told me how old you are.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was 18?” He turned to you with hope in his masked eyes.

“Absolutely not,” you laughed and nudged him, “so, what is it? How old are you, Spider-Boy?” At this point he’d accepted your nickname for him, and didn’t argue with you about it anymore.

“I’m 15.” Now you weren’t expecting him to be your age, which made him probably one of the youngest superheroes ever. Another question had been eating away at your mind for awhile, but you were too afraid to ask. It’s now or never, I guess…

“Well, does 15 year-old Spider-Boy have a girlfriend?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” You felt your stomach do a flip when he turned his gaze to yours.

“You can’t answer a question with a question, mister!” You scrunched up your face and wagged a finger. He didn’t say anything at first, but sighed.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Good. “Th–There is a girl I’ve had a crush on for awhile now, though.” He kicked his feet and looked away from you.

“What’s she like?”

“Well, she’s beautiful, and hilarious, and kind, and strong. Very brave for climbing up this building with me.” With every word his hand had slid closer to your own, and soon they were almost touching.

“Well I have a crush on a boy, but I don’t know his name, or what he looks like, or what school he goes to. But I do know that he’s sweet, and horribly awkward.” Your hand drifted over his and you leaned a little closer to him. He mirrored and when your noses touched you laughed. “It’s kinda hard to kiss you when your mask is covering your face.”

“Oh, right.” he pulled the mask up to reveal his chin and mouth. You leaned in again and pressed your lips on his…


You kissed Spider-Man?” Ned nearly announced it to the whole cafeteria, but luckily you were sitting in their empty side of the room. “Okay, now I know you’re lying.”

“I wouldn’t make something up like that, Ned! He’s been taking me around at night for the past month or so and last night we went up to Stark Tower. I just didn’t want to tell anybody because they’d react like you just did.” You rolled your eyes and stared off at the wall to avoid looking at them.

“Okay, say you have been hanging out with Spider-Man, what’s he like?”

“He’s super smart; would you believe that he came up with the fluid for his web shooters? He told me that one night, even let me play with them. He’s a total nerd, and he’s kind of awkward, but it’s okay because he’s one of the sweetest people I’ve met.” You gushed and felt your face go red once you realized what you were saying.

“I believe you, Y/N.” Peter chipped in sheepishly. “I mean, I’m sure Spider-Man’s just a normal guy like us. I mean, if you look past his super strength and stuff.” He scratched the back of his head and you stared at him for a moment. Something about the way he always did that when he got nervous along with his voice sounded so familiar.

“Yeah… Also,” you turned back to Ned in a low whisper, “he’s not even a man. He’s only 15, like you and me.”

“Whatever, Y/N. I’m still skeptical, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

You finished your food before the two boys and gave curt goodbyes before taking huge strides to throw your food away on the opposite end of the dining hall. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt; I’ll show you, Ned…” You mocked under your breath and stormed out of the cafeteria.

Little did you know, Ned and Peter were having a frantic conversation once you left. “Dude, you kissed Y/N?! You have to tell her!”

“I-I can’t; she’ll stop liking me. She doesn’t like Peter Parker, she likes Spider-Man.”

“If you don’t tell her, I will.”

“No!” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell her…”


When you got home that evening you rushed to your room hoping to find a note on your window. You weren’t disappointed, because sure enough there was a piece of paper stuck to the glass with webs.

Roof at 11?
-SM

You waited impatiently throughout the night; almost spilling your juice all over the dining room table at dinner, completely blanking out on your homework, it was a mess. You were so anxious to see him because you wanted to prove to Ned you actually knew Spider-Man.

When 11 pm came, you nearly bolted out your window and up the fire escape. Sure enough, Spider-Man was pacing around the roof like he usually was. He was also talking to himself again. “I can’t do that, Karen!” He said a little too loudly and noticed you were standing on the other side of the roof. “Oh, hi, Y/N!”

“Who’s Karen?” You tilted your head.

“She’s an AI in my suit. I talk to her a lot…” He scratched the back of his head.

“That… explains a lot.” You smiled and strolled closer to him. “Where are we going tonight?”

“Um, actually, I had something to tell you first.” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Well, I’m not who you think I am–No that sounds stupid, um…” He sighed and slid the mask off. You didn’t believe what you saw.

“Peter…?” The confusion was then taken over by anger. “Is this some joke? Did Ned put you up to this?” You clenched your fists and turned around to start looking for Ned’s hiding spot. “Ned! This isn’t funny you better come out here or I’ll–”

“It’s not a joke, Y/N, trust me.” He shot a web to your wrist to stop you and you finally calmed down. “I know: Peter Parker as Spider-Man, right? Don’t blame you for thinking it’s a joke.” He avoided your gaze.

“It’s not like that, Peter. I just thought Ned was playing a joke on me after what I told you guys earlier…” The hurt in his eyes was killing you. “You’re not a joke, Peter. I just wasn’t expecting Spider-Boy to be someone that I knew, that’s all.”

He looked up and was met with your reassuring smile. “Um, I’d understand if you don’t want to go out tonight… Now that you know Spider-Man’s Peter Parker and all…”

“Peter,” you took some steps closer to him, “Spider-Man and Peter Parker are the same smart, adorable, and sweet person I’ve grown to like.” Now you were just as close as you were the night before when you kissed him. It was different tonight, though. Something about finally knowing who you’d been crushing on for awhile made it seem more exciting and thrilling. You leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Where to, Spider-Boy?” Peter was too flustered to reply and you chuckled.

“Right,” he threw his mask back on, “I was thinking star gazing again.”

“Lead the way, Peter.” You climbed onto his back and couldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the park.