i swear that i took a freaking long time to finish this

anonymous asked:

How about a semi angsty fight with the rfa+V but they make up because HAPPY ENDINGS ARE NICE

I’m a slut for angst don’t give me this power 

Yoosung: 

✮ you had accidentally knocked the power cord to his computer while you were cleaning and he was playing LOLOL 
✮ he screamed 
✮ he was ranting and raving about how he was in the middle of an important raid and he was so close to levelling up 
✮ and you’re kinda standing there with a laundry basket and a pile of clothes almost over your head 
✮ and you don’t know what to do 
✮ you kind of want to cry 
✮ you kind of want to throw the laundry at his head 
✮ until 
✮ “rika never did things like this!!”
✮ oh 
✮ of course
✮ it somehow always got back to this point. comparing you with rika 
✮ sometimes he didn’t mean it or even realise he’d done it. but this was different 
✮ you remain eerily calm, putting the laundry down before turning to glare at yoosung 
✮ a wave of realisation hits him and he’s just full of guilt 
✮ you very calmly tell him you’re going to spend the night with jaehee, and ask him not to contact you 
✮ he begins crying and pleading with you to stop and stay 
✮ he’s so sorry and he’s just hating himself while you pack an overnight bag
✮ he’s practically on his knees and following you, begging you to stay 
✮ you kind of pause when you see the raw sorrow in his face 
✮ you sigh and stop for a moment 
✮ you’re hurt but you know that you have to talk it out with yoosung for it to get better 
✮ you both talk for a few hours, and he completely understands your viewpoint and he apologises 18923475829 times 
✮ he stays off of LOLOL for a few weeks, and even after that he tries not to get too obsessed– because that’s how the whole problem started 
✮ he just doesn’t want to lose you 

Jaehee: 

✎ you just wanted her to stop working so much 
✎ she was working overtime at the cafe 
✎ so much that she practically lived there 
✎ she was there after-hours and before-hours 
✎ sometimes she slept there and wouldn’t come home 
✎ so you book a holiday for her in secret, making plans behind her back for the cafe so it can function without her
✎ you tell all the employees and the deliverers who are close with the shop 
✎ but when you sit jaehee down and announce your plan 
✎ she gets so cold 
✎ she wants none of it 
✎ she’s not overworking herself dammit 
✎ she’s just doing what needs to be done 
✎ you try telling her that she doesn’t need to coddle the cafe, that you and the other emplyees were fully capable of running it 
✎ but she’s so worked up 
✎ and she says that you can’t 
✎ you’re clearly offended and you’re upset that your hard work planning this holiday for her is being pushed aside 
✎ somehow, you get her to take the holiday and see how it pans out 
✎ she’s calling you constantly 
✎ eventually you start ignoring her calls and texts 
✎ she gets so freaked out that the cafe is literally crumbling with you in charge so she rushes home 
✎ and you’re so mad when she rushes into the cafe, only to stop when she sees everything is going as usual 
✎ “b-but you weren’t answering my calls! I thought something happened!” 
✎ “jaehee i was ignoring you because you have no trust in me and I was busy making sure you could enjoy your holiday!” you were screaming 
✎ she felt so bad 
✎ she took her vacation and came back a lot better 
✎ you two made up, and she explained that her problem came from being jumin’s assistant for so long (if she didn’t do her job everything fucked up bc jumin is horrible at his job lmao) 
✎ she was a lot more calm after that and took breaks when she needed to (even took some time off on every second weekend- when you took care of the cafe) 

Zen: 

✿ he was working 
✿ of course 
✿ his job was the root of most of your arguments as a couple 
✿ but this time he had gone out for drinks with the cast 
✿ while you were standing outside of a restaurant waiting for him- you were going to have a date since filming was wrapping up that day (which is why the cast was having drinks in the first place) 
✿ you had faith in him, and stayed there until the restaurant closed 
✿ which was very, very late in the evening, seeing as it was part bar 
✿ as you were walking home, upset 
✿ zen came stumbling out of the bar with his castmates 
✿ he doesn’t notice you at first 
✿ until one of his acting buddies points at you, not recognising you, and laughs about how you’re soaked in rain and look like you’ve had that worst day of your life 
✿ you hear him 
✿ zen chuckles slightly before looking closer and realising who it is 
✿ swears up a storm as he pushes away everyone- muttering out something like ‘ssss my girlfirendddd’ 
✿ he tries to grab you because you’re storming away 
✿ he’s trying to coo and ask you why you were out so late because he’s drunk and doesn’t remember 
✿ you slap his hands away before screaming at him 
✿ “I was waiting for you! Our date for celebrating the end of filming?! Guess you had other plans, huh?!” 
✿ he’s so shocked like 
✿ it looks like he’s been smacked in the face 
✿ he follows you all the way home, apologising profusely 
✿ you make him sleep on the couch and lock yourself in the bedroom 
✿ when he wakes up the next morning he remembers, even through his wicked hangover 
✿ he cooks an amazing breakfast and waits for you to come out 
✿ when you do he hands you flowers with a card about how sorry he is
✿ he swears that he’ll make it up to you- and never let it happen ever again 

Jumin: 

₩ he was planning on properly introducing you to his father 
₩ but he was getting so controlling 
₩ he literally dressed you and did your hair and practically gave you a lecture on how to act and what to say 
₩ you’re kind of pissed at him but try to understand that he’s just stressed about how his father will react 
₩ his father loves you, and you loosen up- begin to be yourself 
₩ his father leaves after blessing your relationship together 
₩ but jumin is fuming 
₩ ‘what were you doing?! I told you not to say this or that’ blah blah 
₩ you’re just so shocked 
₩ “jumin that’s not who I am!” 
₩ “that’s who you should be!” 
₩ silence. 
₩ jumin has never been afraid of anything 
₩ but he’s afraid of this silence and the tears that are slipping down your cheeks 
₩ he’s afraid of what he said. he’s afraid of himself 
₩ he stumbles over his words as he tries to apologise, saying that isn’t what he meant 
₩ you can’t hear him though, all you can hear is his previous words echoing through your head 
₩ you tell him you’re sleeping in the guest room that night- the only thing you said before locking him out 
₩ when you get up the next morning 
₩ you open the door and see jumin sitting on the ground agains the wall next to your door, elizabeth pulled to his chest 
₩ his eyes were puffy and his cheeks and nose red 
₩ he had a note next to him that he hadn’t finished 
₩ it read ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, tear stains smudging some of the letters 
₩ you sigh, and kneel down to wake him up 
₩ he explains that he thought his father wouldn’t accept you unless you were like the other women and he didn’t want his father to come between your relationship anymore than he already had with the Sarah bullshit 
₩ and you make up but he spends so long reassuring you that he loves you so much, just the way you are 

Seven/Saeyoung: 

✞ he was doing it again
✞ he was trying to push you away 
✞ someone had approached you while you were on the street, asking about a ‘707′ 
✞ when you told saeyoung he got so scared and reverted back to his old ways 
✞ trying to push you away so that you ‘wouldn’t get hurt’ 
✞ when you try to kiss his cheek he physically pushes you away (after acting hostile all day) 
✞ and you trip over his wires and fall- hitting your head on the ground 
✞ he’s shocked, you’re shocked 
✞ he reaches forward to try and help you but freezes when you flinch away 
✞ he feels like less than shit 
✞ he feels like death himself. the grim reaper- that’s him. 
✞ he watches helplessly as you stumble to your feet and rush off to the bedroom, locking yourself inside (even though Saeyoung had control over the locks) 
✞ he spends about an hour just leaning over his desk with his head in his hands, thinking over how terrible he had been 
✞ how you deserve so much better 
✞ he was unstable. he was dangerous. 
✞ you were the light. you were everything 
✞ after a while he unlocks the door and sends your robot-cat in with flowers and a note in his mouth 
✞ it’s a handwritten letter from saeyoung, telling you he was just scared 
✞ that he was so sorry. that he loved you more than he could ever understand and he didn’t know how to deal with that yet 
✞ you slowly walk out, seeing him sitting on the ground somewhere, surrounded by the mess that he’d made 
✞ he had thrown all the cushions and pillows on the couch. ripped up the first drafts of the note. he’d even knocked one of his monitors to the ground, shattering it.
✞ you sit with him and talk together 
✞ you make a plan for how you can both deal with these times better 
✞ he promises to spend his life making sure you’re as happy as you can be 

V/Jihyun:

☼ i’m so sorry but i don’t want to hurt this precious roll 

Can You Keep It? [j.j]

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Title: Can You Keep It?
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Jughead Jones x female!reader, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Reggie Mantle
Warnings: Swearing, definitely not my best writing :(
Word Count: 1,185
Requested: Nope (because requests are closed y’all)
Short Description: You and your boyfriend, Jughead, are trying to keep your fresh relationship a secret after the town’s golden boy is murdered. You are unconvinced that he can keep the secret. As it turns out, it’s you that reveals your relationship.
A/N: This is my first Riverdale story and I don’t read much Riverdale fanfic so I’m not exactly sure if this fits in but… here we go!

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[Y/L/N] = your last name


The student lounge was, as always, fairly crowded. Students were lounging around the room, chatting, staying away from the outside or finishing any last minute homework. It was also an area where the primarily “popular” people tended to spend their lunch times, as they were “too cool” for the library. Quiet chatter was all that you could hear as you attempted to concentrate on your English homework, answering a ridiculous essay question for Wuthering Heights. You were sat with Betty and Kevin, working on some homework as Ronnie sat close to Chuck Clayton, undoubtedly chatting him up with her implausible Veronica Lodge charm as she sipped on coffee.

Then there was Jughead Jones, in all of blue-green eyed magnificence. Jughead was tall and lanky, with pale, creamy skin and his signature frown on his face. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, a raven black jacket covering his maroon hoodie. He seemed to always bury himself behind clothing in dark shades, but you liked the way that it made his eyes stand out so much. His back was sloping alongside the wall next to the vending machine; people watching. Jughead’s trademark crown-shaped beanie was placed atop of his head of ebony hair, and the sight alone made me bite back a grin. Noticing your gaze, Jughead looked in your direction before sending you a quick and discrete wink. You winked in return before glimpsing over at Veronica to explain why your head was turned.

Jughead had been one of your best friends since before you could recall. It was virtually like Betty and Archie; you and Jughead been intimate friends since the single digit days. Any vital childhood memory you could think of had Jughead present; just the way you wanted it. Initially, you had presumed that Jughead had fervent, platonic feelings for you. At some point in the summer of Jason Blossom’s death, you were proven wide of the mark, when Jughead unpredictably declared his love for you. Fortunately, there was something inside of you that was sure you felt the same way.

On July 4th, Jason Blossom had gone missing and was presumed to be dead after his twin sister, Cheryl, emerged after their boat capsized. It was a scandal that had taken over the entire town of Riverdale, so you and Jughead had agreed to keep your relationship away from your friends until the right time to tell them came around. You were less than persuaded that Jughead would be able to keep this secret, but after his fall out with Archie over the summer, he didn’t have many people to tell. Usually, Jughead and Archie told each other everything, but it seemed that the both of them had been keeping secrets.

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Klangst Week: March 31st (AU/Free Day)

You know that meme? The 15 minutes late with a Starbucks? 

Yeah that’s me, only it should be 84 years late with a frape.

Either way, here’s my final piece for the @klangst-week! It was so much fun doing this, even if I didn’t participate from the start! Big thanks to the awesome people that made this a thing <3 


*****

Getting to know someone takes time, effort.

Getting to know Lance McClain takes a whole more than that.

That’s not to say that Lance is a broody mysterious character straight out of an otome game.

No, Keith thought, quite the contrary. Lance was the most sociable person he’d met, always greeting everyone with a grin and bright eyes. Besides, it was Lance that initiated this..thing between them in the first place.

It started on a lazy summer day of their first year in university, Lance flopping down besides Keith on the grass, beckoning him about the book he was reading.

Halfway through that year, Lance slipped his way into Keith’s everyday life, fitting himself into Keith’s routine.

By the end of the first year, Keith realised Lance found himself in his morning thoughts and his fitful rest’s dreams, a feeling meddling at the pit of his chest that he’d yet to acknowledge.

He’d start to notice little things about him, things that urged him closer to figuring out the unsolved puzzle that was Lance McClain.

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suicidal || alex standall

prompt: You should do an Alex imagine where his gf is on one of the tapes and is suicdal. + Can you do an Alex imagine with suicidal reader + Can you do a Alex imagine where you guys are really close and you are on the tapes and you become super distant and suicidal

warnings: suicidal!reader, swearing, reader is on the tapes

a/n: this took a while to post bc i had to think of a reason to why the reader is on the tapes. italics mean hannah speaking , and as always feedback is appreciated and requests are open ALSO reader is tape number 14 and lets pretend clay recorded bryce’s confession on something else.


Girls will be girls and boys will be boys they say. But sometimes their actions can affect lives. They affected mine, see I went through some dark times and when I needed you most, you backed out. Why did you leave when i needed you most? But hey, girls will be girls right? This one’s for you Y/N Y/L/N.

You were lying in bed, listening to tape Hannah speak, while you felt your heart sink. After sitting through a long night, listening to each tape, you finally got to yours. You never knew you were one of these reasons Hannah killed herself until you walked home from school one day and saw a horribly wrapped package addressed to you. You had used a walkman your parents had to listen to the numbered tapes. And hearing Hannah speak and introduce the tapes, you couldn’t believe you were one of the reasons.

You and Alex Standall were dating so once you go to his tape, you couldn’t believe what Hannah was saying, but you carried on, and listened to each heartbreaking tape. So once you got the last tape you knew it was about you.

You see Y/N, even though you are my 14th tape, Mr Porter is still my last reason. You were such a nice person, you became my friend after Alex and Jess left. But after my reputation had changed for the worse and I was ‘Hannah The Slut’ you started hanging out with me less. You still always gave me a smile when we passed in the halls but you never stopped to ask how I was or anything really. Were you ashamed to hang out with me? Was I a burden to you?

At this point you were in tears, your nose was stuffed and your eyes were red and puffy. “I’m so sorry Hannah, I didn’t mean to leave you.” You spoke, turning to your side on your bed. You had your headphones in so you didn’t hear your door open. You felt arms wrap around your crying figure. You removed one earbud and turned to face your hugger. “It’s okay Y/N.” Alex spoke and kissed your forehead. You turn to face Alex, your head in his chest “I didn’t mean to hurt Hannah.” You spoke into his chest, your tears staining his shirt, but Alex didn’t mind. He hated seeing like this.

Alex moved to stop the tape and move the god damn thing away from you, since you already finished your tape. “It’s okay Y/N.” Alex said once again, and you calmed down and slowed your breathing, listening to Alex’s heartbeat. Then the two of you fell asleep.

Since you were the last person to receive the tapes, you held on to them. Even though they caused you emotional pain, it was the only thing you had left from Hannah. You kept the shoebox under your bed, and rarely touched it. You carried on with your life as per usual. You started to notice how everyone who was on the tapes looked more stressed and freaked. They knew what you had done and you know what they did. But you and Alex were still happy, and that’s what matters. But after a week since listening to the tapes, you’ve had a total shift of behavior.

You had been more tired that usual, you ate less, rarely spoke and would get agitated easily. Alex noticed your shift in behavior, but thought it wouldn’t be a big deal. But then your behavior continued for 2 months. Then one day you weren’t at school. Alex had started freaking out, but you sat at home, emotionally drained. Why am I still alive? This question would echo in your mind. Why were you still alive? You had contributed to make a girl commit suicide and she was your friend.

You hated yourself and the guilt was eating you alive. “I shouldn’t have left her.” You mumble to yourself. Your whole body felt sore and weak, you’ve been eating less, your face was a sickly color and bags formed under your eyes. Alex went straight to your house that afternoon, panic was rushing through him. “Hey Ms. Y/L/N, is Y/N home?” Alex asked your mom who opened the door and greeted him. “She’s in her room. Alex, do you know why she’s been acting so strangely? She’s not acting like the Y/N we know.” Your mom spoke, her voice quiet. Alex shook his head, knowing better than to let his girlfriend’s mom know about the tapes.

She gave Alex a smile and let him in, the platinum blonde hair boy rushing to your room. He found you laying in bed and staring at your ceiling. “Why am I still alive Alex?” You asked, your voice calm and soft. “Y/N, no, please don’t think like that.” Alex spoke, immediately sitting next to you and pulling you close to him. “But it’s true Alex, I killed Hannah Baker.” You cried softly. “We all did, but you shouldn’t take your life because it. Hannah’s death affected a bunch of people and yours would too. Please don’t do it.” You laid your forehead on Alex’s shoulder, tears falling from your eyes.

“It’s hard, the guilt is eating me alive.” You said. Alex cupped your face and made you look at him, “It’s okay, we’ll get through this. I’ll help you.” He kissed your forehead. “Thank you, I love you.” You spoke, and Alex gave you a smile, “I love you too.”


damn this was rlly long and im not too proud of it but i posted so :)) ALSO this is such a serious topic like please if you ever feel suicidal get help or even call a hotline, its better to get help then go through it alone

Boyfriend!Namjoon

A/N: DID U GUYS MISS ME IM BAAAAACK ITS RAINING N MT LAPTOP IS CHARGED IM HERE TO WRITE BABIES

Dating Namjoon would include:

- always getting hurt because he’s a clutz
- Like he’s constantly flailing n sometimes ur just like “why do u have 0 control over ur limbs bitch omg”
- Getting elbowed in the head when y'all are cuddling
- Slapped in the face when u play wrestle
- Everyone thinks u have a kinky sex life cuz u always covered in bruises but he once pushed you off the bed by accident cuz he was gonna nut too fast n he ain’t mean to shove u that hard
- being the perfect, overly ambitious, successful couple
- Lots of cute study dates during exam week where you two don’t really talk, just you biting your lip as you annotate notes and him pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose cutely
- But every now and then he’ll pause and just reach over and grab your hand and you’ll look up and smile like omg
- tHE SWEATERS DEAR LORD
- He has the best comfiest sweaters that are just so big and soft and smell like him and you just wan t to drown in them
- He pretends to be annoyed when you steal them but has like 600 hundred pics of u in his phone sleeping in his hoodies
- Speaking of sleeping, he freaked out when he first found out you sleep with one hand down your pants
- Woke you up from your nap to inform you of his new discovery
- Nearly died afterwards for waking you up
- “Why do you sleep like that”
- “It’s warm”
- Insists on you shoving your hand down his pants to keep warm
- Him forcing you to take his Kim Daily pics
- “NAMJOON I TOOK LIKE 25 PICS CAN U JUST CHOOSE ONE PEOPLE ARE STARING”
- “Just one more I swear”
- Being needy is your favorite past time
- You’re forever crawling into his lap, resting your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers together
- It’s hard to be needy when he’s constantly working!!!!!!
- Like sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and look over to find him gone
- So you sleepily drag yourself into the living room and find him on his laptop or his phone or something
- You don’t even say anything just crawl into his lap and shove your hands up his hoodie for his warm
- He’s so used to it he just runs his hands through your hair and let’s you fall asleep while he works
- You putting your stuff in his purse
- Him getting pissed everytime you call it a purse
- “It’s a murse”
- “Purses have no gender”
- When y'all fight … omg
- He comes at you with logic and big words and snarky ass comments under his breath
- And there you are, on top of the couch so you can look him in the eye when you call him a dick ass bitch who doesn’t know what he’s talking about
- “You’re so mature”
- “You’re so mature” you mock in a high pitched voice
- Him child locking the car so your crazy ass will stop opening the door to leave whenever y'all get into a fight while he’s driving
- You child locking the car so he has to get out and open the door for you like a princess
- Baby proofing the house because he could trip on his imagination and get hurt
- Him trying to bring up the Pythagorean theorem during sex because your pussy reminded him of the fundamental relation among the three sides of the right triangle-
- “Will you shut up and finish eating me out you fucking nerd”
- Putting your fingers on his dimples
- The two of you making up the wildest stories about how you met
- “We met in a league of legends chat room”
- “So there I was… Bbq sauce on my titties”
- Making nerdy science jokes
- Everyone cringing at how fucking nerdy the two of you are
- “I hate this relationship”
- “No one asked u Yoongi”
- SO LONG STORY SHORT EVERYONE NEEDS A NAMJOON IN THEIR LIFE BECAUSE HE WILL DICK U DOWN IN THE DIRTIEST WAY POSSIBLE BUT ALSO BE THERE TO BINGE WATCH BIG BANG EPISODES WITH U AT 5AM AND MUTTER “RELATABLE” WHENEVER SHELDON IS DOING SOMETHING PATRONIZING

Lacrosse Practice

A/N: I didn’t proof read this, so I’m so, so sorry if there are any mistakes, if there are, please tell me and I will fix them right away and enjoy this imagine. I love you guys xxx

You were so nervous yet so excited, you were getting ready for the Lacrosse try outs and you were on the field watching all the guys clumsily put on their jersey’s. You picked up your stick and picked up a ball and flung it across the pitch and perfectly into the net. You heard someone cheering and applauding you in the background, shouting your name, you turned your head and saw your best friend, Y/B/F/N, standing on the bleachers.You waved and placed your focus back on the ball. You picked up another ball and threw the ball into the net again.

“Woah, who the hell is that?” Stiles asked Scott as he watched you throw every ball straight into the net. “That’s Y/N.” Scott replied. “What? Are you sure? I’ve loved her since the first time I saw her, I think I would recognise that goddess. Maybe your werewolf superpowers aren’t working properly today.” Stiles insisted. “Trust me, that’s Y/N. And when do my wolf senses not work?” Scott snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Stiles. “Like that time when we were in that gay club a couple years ago.” Stiles smirked. “Right, sure, ‘cos my powers are meant to be used to sense all gay people, real mature, Stiles.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes at Stiles. “Everybody get on the field! Come on, my grandma can run faster than you, and she’s dead!” Coach shouted and blew his whistle.

You dropped your ball on the ground and ran to the centre of the field where Finstock and all the other players were. “Oooo wow, a girl. Are you sure you’re in the right place, you could get seriously injured by us men.” teased another Lacrosse player. “I can take care of myself, and as for you, get ready for any humiliation and broken bones. I heard for a guy, it’s kinda embarrassing to get beaten up by a girl.” you insulted back. Seriously, a girl can do whatever she freaking wants, don’t be a sexist pig and get a life. “This is the most important time of your lives, these are Lacrosse try outs! Now go! Move it!” yelled Coach. You grabbed your stick again and got into one of the lines, next to Greenberg.

“Come on Greenberg, get the hell up and get to the back of the line. Greenberg, you suck,” your eyes widened. “God, I hate that kid.” Finstock whispered the last sentence but it was loud enough that you heard it. “Careful, Stilinski and McCall are dangerous animals, take it easy, Y/L/N.” you rolled your eyes at him and put the ball in the net of your Lacrosse stick. Stiles and Scott got in position and glanced at each other, both of them tightening their grip to their Lacrosse sticks. You charge at the two boys and they did the same. You pushed your shoulder into Scott and pressed your stick against his back hard and he fell to the ground. That was pretty easy, not gonna lie. Stiles ran towards you and you quickly dodged him while hitting his shins with your stick, causing him to trip up and fall to the grass, immediately joining Scott. You threw the ball towards the net and the guy in goal missed the ball, letting the ball hit the back of the net.

You turned round and everyone’s jaws had dropped, even Coach’s. “There’s no point looking at you losers now, Stilinski, McCall, you disgust me. What the hell was that?!” Finstock yelled and you snorted and tried to cover your mouth. “I guess, you should congratulate your new Lacrosse captain…?” Coach continued. “Applaud her, you lazy slugs!” A roar of cheering and whistling deafened you and you smiled. You turned your head and you saw Stiles still on the floor as he watched Scott lift himself up. You barged through your disgusting classmates and made your way to Stiles.You offered your hand to him and he gladly took it, you lifted him up and he brushed off all the grass off his uniform.

“That was pretty amazing, you even beat poor McCall here.” Stiles pointed at Scott. “You probably scarred him for life, poor Scottie boy.” Stiles continued sarcastically and you laughed at his humour. Scott placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked over at him. “That was incredible, congrats on being Captain, you deserve it and it’s about time a girl proves everyone wrong. Well done. Stiles, I’ll meet you in the changing rooms, bye Y/N.” Stiles winked at Scott. “Thanks Scott, trust me, you did great with the other players.” you finished and he left, leaving you and Stiles alone again. “Sorry if I really hurt you, Stiles.” Stiles shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It would be kinda funny if you left a mark, then I could be reminded everyday that I got my ass kicked by a beautiful and talented girl.” Stiles immediately stopped when he realised what you said and his a soft red coated his cheeks.

“Oh god, I just meant that…” Stiles paused and froze for a second. “There’s literally no way of me saving myself here, is there?” you shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Stiles, now, what were you saying?” you taunted. “Oh fuck it. Y/F/N, you are the most prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve liked you for so long, so, so long, trust me, it’s been long and Scott thinks it’s pathetic since I never confessed my love to you and I talk about you literally everyday and it’s been long, you can even ask him. Actually, don’t, that would be pretty embarrassing for me when you find out how long I’ve liked you, and I’m rambling, oh shit, this is hard. Okay, how would you like to go on a date with me, this Friday at 6?” You pretended to think even though you knew what your answer was gonna be but you just wanted to taunt Stiles just a tiny bit longer. “Look, Stiles, you’re a great guy and i’m sure any girl would be lucky enough to have you but i’m not one of them…” Stiles looked down and grabbed his Lacrosse stick and was about to say something until you quickly continued. “Of course I will, I’ve liked you for so long too but maybe not as long as you, the way you described it, it was liked you’ve liked me since I was literally born.”

Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, twirling you around. He stopped after a few seconds of you both laughing and you squealing. “Don’t do that to me ever again. A guy like me can only handle a lot of rejection and I swear I could hear my heart breaking, I don’t think I could ever love anyone again if you carried on.” you laughed and smiled at him since he really did love you and you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. “We should probably go. You know, before Finstock screams at us and makes you cry.” you playfully insulted Stiles. “Yeah, I cry really easily, you know I cried when I first watched the ending of the last Star Wars movie, that shit hit me hard.” you laughed so much, you could feel yourself tearing up. You knew you were going to fall hard for Stiles and you had no idea how you were going to pick yourself up if anything bad happened. It was going to be impossible.

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Originally posted by hoppelessssssss

Like She’s Mine (part fifteen) - Stiles Stilinski

here it is, you’ve all been waiting and I’m proud to present… fifteen.  the wedding.  the blowout.  boom.  here she is, the final part! i love how into this story you guys were and you were so sweet and i know i had your hearts in my hands and i just shattered them repeatedly.  but i’m honored to have had the chance to do so.  thanks @dumbass-stilinski @writing-obrien and @sincerelystiles for all the support and telling me my angst was hurting you, it means a lot.  and HUGE THX AND HUGS AND KISSES FOR LIL MADI ( @celestial-writing​ ) for playing the part as the adorable little girl featured in this series.  u rock girly i love you so so much <3 enjoy guys and happy easter if that’s your thing


warnings: mentions of sex, asshole theo, angsty asf, heartbreaking tbh, swearing, super long, slightly abusive theo

word count: 8601 (YES!)

Originally posted by satninlove


(the day of the wedding)

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god” Allison was running frantically around as I sat on a stool in the small bridal area.  A whole room just for the bride and her bridesmaids.  Lydia was applying a finishing clear coat of nail polish over my french manicure as Allison was losing her shit.  I could tell that she wanted to run her fingers through her hair, but didn’t want to ruin the beautiful braid that was pinned over the top of her head.

“Would you stop freaking out?” The girl I had briefly known, Malia, said.  She walked up to the brunette and rubbed her shoulders awkwardly.

“No! I’m getting married! What if I mess up? What if I forget my vows? Oh my god what if I fall-”

“Alli, calm, you’re so graceful” Kira’s sweet voice rang.“Yeah, and the last night you were reciting your vows in your sleep.  Trust me I think you’ll do great” I assured.

“Don’t move” Lydia scolded.

“And what about him? What if he messes up? What if he- oh my god guys what if he doesn’t want to-”

“He wants to” Malia stated bluntly, not letting Allison finish.  She looked over at me, and I smiled with raised brows.  She smiled at me too, rolling her eyes slightly and I chuckled.

“Don’t move” Lydia muttered again.  There were three knocks on the door, which Kira happily skipped to answer it.  She cracked it open just a peek, so no one would see the beautiful bride.

“No, no Stiles you can’t come in-” I looked over upon hearing his name.  I could hear his voice, but not whatever he was saying.  “No you can’t-”

“What does he want?” Allison asked, walking over to the door.

“NO HE CAN’T SEE YOUR DRESS!” Kira flipped, a side I haven’t seen of the petite girl.  Allison just laughed and raised a dismissive hand.  But she walked away from the door anyways.  “He wants to talk to y/n” My eyes widened and my lips parted at what she said.

“He does?” I stood up, and Lydia mumbled a string of curses.  I looked over to Allison, who gave me a beautiful smile.

“Go on, we’ve got ten minutes before the ceremony” She said softly.  I nodded shakily, clenching my fingers against my palms.

“Thanks Alli” i whispered, barely brushing my lips against her cheek as I went to the door.“Oh, young love” I heard her say to the other girls, which just made them laugh.  I put my hand on the closed doorknob.  I took in a deep breath, and opened it.  Swiftly stepping out and closing it behind me.

“y/n”

“Stiles” I didn’t know what to do, or say.  It’s been so long, too long really.

“I wanted to check on you, make sure everything was alright” I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded my head.  “You sure?” I didn’t answer the second time.

“Are you?” I whispered.  He shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m alright.  How’s Madi?” She’s good.

“She misses you” What? Mouth! That is not what brain told you to say!

“She does?” Oh no, no I knew what this was.  He was trying to prod me into telling him that I missed him.  But I wasn’t going to play that game.

“Yeah she does.  To be honest I don’t think she likes Theo as much” I said.  Stiles’ jaw set and his eyes hardened.

“What?”

‘I think she likes you better than hi-”

“He’s here? With her? W-with you?”

“With her” I said softly.  “Not me, simply platonic so she can have a father figure in her life-”

“How long?”

“About three days” He nodded, and put his hands into his trousers.

“Well… well good she has that” I nodded, biting my cheek hard to keep a straight face.  I distracted myself by fixing Stiles’ crooked bow tie, being carefully of my still drying fingernails.

“Yes it is” I replied.  Silence washed over the small hallway and I stared at the now fixed tie.  I smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles on his shoulders.

“y/n I still love you” I smiled sadly at him, and he gave me a defeated look, slightly slumping.

“I still love you too” I said quietly.  “But I can’t focus on that right now, today is about Allison and Scott” Stiles barely nodded his head.

“But we’ll talk?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course” I replied in a hushed tone.  “I have to get back to my bride now.  She’s going crazy in there” Stiles chuckled and I stepped back slightly.  “Scott holding up though?”

“Oh no, he cried a few times.  He was still crying when I left” I laughed and he smiled crookedly.

“Well tell him his bride is waiting to see him at the alter” Stiles nodded and pretended to tip his hat.

“Of course madam” I smiled and reached for the door, but before he could move away I stepped forward and hesitantly stood in front of him.  I looked in his eyes before leaning forward and pressing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“See you in a bit” I said, and he nodded, staying silent as I opened the door.  When I walked in and closed the door, everyone was just staring at me with knowing smiles.

“Did you all eavesdrop?” I shook my head, wondering just who could be behind that… just kidding it was definitely Allison.

(Stiles’ pov)

“She said she still loved me though, and she kissed me” I finished telling Scott about my encounter with y/n/.

“Did you see Allison? What’d she look like? Was she beautfu- dumb question of course she was” He smiled to himself, and I gave him a bewildered look.  I spun to see Danny.

“Can you believe him? I don’t think he listened to a word I just said” I shook my head.

“Don’t feel bad.  I wasn’t listening either” He replied and I groaned.

“I listened-”

“Butt out Liam.  Didn’t your parents ever teach you it was rude to listen to other people’s conversations?” I said.  He walked away.

“I was listening to you” Mason said, messing with the buttons on his jacket.

“When can we get drinks?” Isaac asked.  I rolled my eyes as he plopped down into a chair.

“At the reception” I said monotone.“

But that’s not until seven!” He groaned.  I ignored him this time.

“Do you want my advice?” Mason asked me, and I nodded eagerly.  Finally, real girl advice.

“Ever have a girlfriend who likes to do things her way and all you want to do is help but she doesn’t trust you?”

“Dude.  I’m gay”

“O-oh” I stumbled.  Oops.  “Well has he ever..?” I asked again.

“No, we’re usually pretty open and know when and how to ask for help” He said.  “But I don’t think she doesn’t trust you”

“How can you say that? Have you even met her?” I asked.

“You’re the one asking for my advice” He said, putting his hands up.  “And no, I haven’t met her, only heard about her from you guys.  And from what it sounds like, she’s got a lot going on.  I’m sure she’ll come to you when she’s ready, and from what it sounds like, she just did”

“No, she’s with Theo now” I mumbled down to my hands.

“Damnit Stiles that’s not what she said” Scott groaned.  He looked irritated, definitely fed up with all of the drama I’m giving him.  “This is what you do, you overthink things before things can even be definite.  This is why you have all these problems, you act before you finish whatever’s even happening” I just stood in silence as Scott went off on me.  I didn’t know what to say.He was right though.

“So… so have I already ruined it with y/n?” Scott shrugged, palms up and brows raised.  Meaning he didn’t know, and he didn’t care.  At the moment anyways.  I know he cared for y/n too, and me of course.  I was the runner up bride if Allison had said no.  At least I think it was…

“Scoot?” All the heads in the room turned to where the flower girl was standing in the doorway.  I grinned and Madi ran over to me, a few petals falling out of her basket.

“Well aren’t you the prettiest girl here?” I said, kneeling down to hug her.  y/n and Allison really did a good job.  She had on this sky blue dress that poofed at the waist line, a darker colored ribbon tied in a bow on her back.  Her hair was brushed, but nothing was done to it.  It was adorable, I had to say.

“I came to say goo- good luck!” I grinned at her and ruffled up her hair.

“Good luck to you too little girl” I respond.

“Mama said after we can dance!” She said, jumping with excitement.

“Yeah? You excited to dance?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly.  “Alright so if you’re really good today, and I mean exceptionally make your mother proud good, then I will save you a very special dance” Her eyes rounded with amusement.

“A-a special dance?” I nodded, and her smile only grew further.  “Okay! I’ll be extra good! I promise daddy!” The room was silent for a few moments before she giggled and threw her arms around my neck.

“Alright alright, you go back to where you were, we have a wedding to get to soon” She nodded, and I watched out the door as she walked back across the hall, knocking on the door to the girls’ room.  It opened, and Kira gave Madi a delighted smile before stooping over to lift her up.  When she was safely back inside I closed the door and turned.  Only to find four pairs of eyes on me.  “What?”

“She’s still calling you daddy” Scott said.  I felt my face get hot and instantly I was fiddling with my fingers.

“Ye-yeah I guess I dunno” I mumbled again.

“Dude” Scott grinned at me.  “That means things with you and y/n are totally fixable” My head shot up as I stared at him with nothing but hope.  “If she’s preferring you over Theo, how long do you think it’ll be before y/n just cuts off Madi and his’ relationship? Not long.  She’ll see, y/n’s a smart girl she’ll see where Madi’s loyalty and love lies”

“A-are you serious?”

“Don’t you think y/n will want what’s best for Madi?”

“Of course, we all do” I responded easily.

“And who do you think’s the better man?” Scott questioned.

“Hell, even I’m better” Isaac said.  He pulled a flask out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket, taking a long swig.  I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Just think about the logic here Stiles” Scott said.  “But don’t even try to ruin my wedding” I was smiling so much I could barely even hear what he was saying.There was still a chance.  I still had a chance.  With y/n, with Madi.  I can fix all of this.

When we left the room, Scott walking into the large room, all the way up to stand at the altar, I bounced on my feet a little.  y/n came out, and she took my hand immediately.

“Nervous?” She asked, and I glanced all over.  Behind us, Lydia and Mason.  Then Kira and Liam, then Malia and Isaac, who seemed to be sharing his flask.  Please don’t go wrong, please don’t go wrong…

“Maybe a little” I admitted to her, and she squeezed my hand.

“Mama!” Madi bounced up to us, holding her basket and her once messy hair seemed to have been combed through since last  saw her.

“You remember what you have to do?” y/n asked her, and she nodded her head.

“Behind Mali” She said.  I chuckled at how she couldn’t say Malia’s name properly.

“That’s right” y/n said with an award winning smile.

“Here, you can come stand with me” Malia said, shoving the alcohol containing vessel to Isaac.  Madi happily skipped over to the short haired girl and too her hand.  Everyone smiled at Malia, who seemed to have no idea what to do.  She didn’t seem like the type to have a lot of experience with kids.

“How was Scott doing?”

“Ship wreck.  Allison?”

“Car crash”

“Good, they’ll do great” I said and she laughed, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“OH MY GOD THE BOUQUETS!” We all watched as Lydia sprinted, in her designer heels, back into the room, and came out with her arms full of white roses tied at their stems with blue ribbon.  “Here… here… for you… here…” She handed them out, making sure all the bridesmaids carefully held them, then went back to her spot behind us.

“That was a close one.  What would we have done without flowers” Liam said sarcastically.  Lydia whipped around, nearly hitting people with her flaming hair.

“Listen you little snot” She spat sassily.  “If we were unprepared for Alli’s big day, if you even get your shoe untied Liam, I will personally see to it that you are removed from the premises with sheer and brute force.  You will not be attending the reception, you will not even put up a fight.  You will go home, in your spiderman underpants seeing that we rented the tux for you, and you will tell your mother all about how you ruined my best girlfriend, my sister’s wedding.  Do.  You.  Under.  Stand?” 

Liam looked petrified.  But he nodded his head vigorously.

“Good” Lydia said cheerfully with a sweet smile.  When she turned back to face forward, y/n and I quickly looked away.  She squeezed my hand tightly when we heard the music begin to play.  Soft piano keys echoing throughout the building.

“Don’t do anything stupid and get kicked out” She whispered to me, and I cast a glance toward her as she stared ahead at the closed double doors.  Just behind those doors, my brother stood at the end of the aisle, waiting to see his bride to be.  I stared at y/n, how long her lashes looked and how bright the makeup made her eyes appear.  Her lips were a rosy pink, as were her cheeks.  She must’ve felt me staring because they darkened slightly as she looked over to me.  “Cause if you get kicked out and I’m left here by myself, I might go insane” I smiled at her genuinely and she smiled back.  I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.  I took it as a silent promise to stick together today.

The doors opened.

(your pov again)

The doors opened.

There was Scott, way down there, he seemed miles away, but really he was just a good twelve steps.  I looked over the crowd , seeing a few familiar faces.  A few of Allison’s family members, Mason’s boyfriend Corey, Danny and Ethan who I remember briefly from high school, a few of Scott’s family members on the other side, and Theo, who smirked at me as I caught his eye.  They were all standing, staring at us.  I swallowed thickly, and Stiles squeezed my hand again.

“You’re good” He whispered, and then the music lifted, and it was our time to walk.  My arm hooked into Stiles’ and I gripped my bouquet tightly.  We slowly made our way down the white aisle, and I did my best to ignore the stares from everyone around us.  When I glanced down, the flowers were trembling.  A few moments later, we’d arrived.  Stiles gave me a reassuring look, patting my hand softly as we parted, and each stood on opposite sides of the alter.  Scott smiled to each of us.  I watched anxiously as Lydia walked up with Mason, taking a spot next to me.  Then Kira, and then Malia.

Madi bounced out next, smiling so big as she swung her little basket around eagerly.  She grabbed a handful, handing it to Corey who was stood on the end seat of an aisle.  He chuckled and took it, thanking her quietly.  She did this again to the woman across the aisle a little ways.  She continued to hand a bunch of bundles of petals handing them out to people standing at the ends of the pews.  Until she reached us.  SHe smiled big and waved at me.

“Hi mommy!” She whispered.

“Hi Madi” I whispered back, waving gently as well.  She reached in, grabbing a few petals and handing them to Scott.

“Get her Scoot” She said, earning more delighted laughter from the audience.  Scott took the petals and tucked them into his pants pocket.

“Thank you Madi” She nodded and pranced over to her spot right in front of me.

That’s when Allison came up to the door.  I looked over at Scott, who was smiling and tearing up.  He whispered something to Stiles, who smiled and nodded his head.  I watched as Chris walked Allison, as he walked my best friend, down the aisle.  When she’d arrived, I had tears in my eyes.

Her dress was just stunning, which I already knew but somehow this hit me harder.  It was a sweetheart neckline.  The silky material fell down to her feet, and trailed back behind her.

Don’t cry, Lydia will be mad if you ruin your makeup.  She mouthed to me, and I wiped away the few tears that had fallen onto my cheeks.

It was difficult to not cry as they promised to love each other in sickness and in health, and so on.  Madi had scooted over towards me, wrapping her arms around my shin, her fingers every once in awhile reaching up to play with the hem of my dress.

“Your vows?” The priest said, and Scott nodded.  He took both of Allison’s hands and smiled at her.  She gave him a watery smile back.

“Allison Celeste Argent” He said softly.  “I have loved you since the moment I first saw you.  Yes, I was the loser who fell in love with the new girl in school” A small chuckled erupted from that.  “And since I grew the courage to talk to you- God knows how that happened you made me a nervous wreck- but since then, this is all I wanted.  To be together, to stay together.  You accepted me, and my weird friends” He gave a look to Stiles.  “And every time I kiss you, and hold your hand, and talk to you, and tell you how much I love, because it’s so much, it feels like the first time.  Every time I look at you, my heart still races, whether you’re here, standing in front of me, as my bride, or in the mornings when you’re half asleep at the table in old sweatpants and drinking the most bitter coffee, and Allison, you are just as beautiful, no matter what you do, no matter what you wear.  And you’re smart, you always beat me at monopoly! EVen though I’m still convinced you cheat somehow” More chuckles from the people.  “But I’m still going to love you the same, even if you do cheat.  I want to spend my whole life, with you”

I went against my better judgement and let a few tears slip.

“I love you too” Allison whispered back, wiping her eyes with her fingertips as not to ruin her makeup.  

“Do you have vows, ms Argent?” She nodded, sniffling quietly and cupping her hands around his face for a moment before holding onto his hands again.

“Scott McCall, I have so many things to tell you that none of these people want to hear.  You’re caring, I’ve never seen someone so committed to helping people, even when it goes against your better judgement, even when it keeps you up all night, even when it gives you headaches, but I find you still working.  It’s so noble of you.  I love how sweet you are, even to the most jack- even to the people who don’t deserve it.  I love how great you are with my crazy friends..” She looked at me, and I winked.  “I love how it took you a few tries to pass my father’s crazy test so you could date me, and I love how great you are with Madi…” Allison bit her lips for a moment.  “And I hope that someday we’ll have a Madi of our own a-and I hope she’s just like you” I could see tears in her eyes again, and quite frankly I was holding back my own sobs.  “I have never been prouder than I am today to call myself your wife” Good god, at this point, of you weren’t crying, you didn’t have a heart.  I could even feel tears in Madi’s eyes run onto my leg… but she was probably bored of standing here for so long.

“The rings?” The priest asked.  Stiles stepped forward, and handed the small pillow where the wedding bands sat, down to Madi.  She held it excitedly, and handed the pretty one to Allison (probably because it’s pretty rather it was the one designed for her).

“Thank you dear” She said sweetly, and passed it to Scott.

“You’re welcome Alli!” She yelled, the excitement getting to her.  But Allison giggled as Madi handed the other ring to Allison as well.  I bit back my laugh in a smile as I realized Madi had handed both of the rings to Allison.  “Ha-happy true loves day Alli and Scoot” She said, making the room fill with laughter and ‘awes’ again.  

“Come here baby” I said softly, as not to be heard by everyone.  Madi gave the pillow back to Stiles, and waddled back to hold onto my leg.

Scott slid the ring onto Allison’s finger, and she did the same for him, both of them bearing big, sappy and sweet grins.

“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs McCall, you may now kiss the bride!”

And with that, everyone was cheering as Allison tugged him in placing her lips happily on his.  Their first kiss as a married couple.  I clapped, and pulled Madi up on my hip, letting her hold my bouquet of flowers.  Everyone was up and standing, clapping and cheering louder as their kiss turned into five.  I grinned over at Stiles, who looked just as proud as I felt.  He was walking over to me, past the happy couple, and reaching out for Madi.  But I felt arms wrap around my waist.  I turned, my eyes landing on Theo.

“Th-Theo wow you surprised m-”

I was cut off when his lips covered mine.

“What the- what are you doing?” I shrieked, pulling away and instantly setting Madi back down on the ground.

“What? We’re celebrating!” Theo grinned.  I looked around, seeing most people filing out of the room, backs turned to the alter. At least not everyone saw this outburst.  Thankfully they couldn’t have heard it, too much cheering as Allison and Scott ran out of the church hand in hand.

“Come on Madi” I spun around to see Lydia lifting up Madi with the basket full of miniature bubble wands.

“I’m going to go help my daughter” I said, getting away from Theo as fast as I could.  But as soon as I’d turned, I saw Stiles.  He was a few feet away, people moving around him to leave the building, but he didn’t bother to move.  Just stood there staring at me.  He seemed… disappointed.  “Stiles-” I held out my hand and began to walk down towards him, but he shook his head, and stepped back.

Then turned, and walked away.

“Lydia!” I called, racing down to her.  She was near the doorway, just behind Stiles but he didn’t bother to stick around.  The strawberry blonde turned and grinned at me, and Madi clapped upon seeing me.  “Hi sweetie” I said in the tone only saved for her.  “Come on, let’s go blow some bubbles” I said, putting my hand on Lydia’s back and guiding her quickly out of the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Lydia asked me quietly.

“Mama what about Da- him?” Madi pointed back to where I could see a familiar head of gelled blonde hair, and I rolled my eyes.

“He’s going to meet us there” I said, trying not to grit my teeth.  Madi seemed content with that answer, if she really understood what I’d even said.  Luckily Lydia seemed to read my mind, and distracted Madi quickly with the bubbles.

“Look you just put it up to your lips and blow!” I zoned out as she taught her the proper way to blow bubbles.  All that I could see was Stiles’ heartbroken look from earlier.  It was permanently engraved into my mind.  I tried to focus, I tried to smile as Madi had successfully, and finally blew a bunch of bubbles, but I was too deep on my own head.  I didn’t know I was staring down at the sidewalk until I felt a tug on my arm and looked up to see Lydia pulling on me gently.  “You ready to go?” She asked in a gentle tone. I wondered if she could tell o wasn’t okay.  I answered in a shaky nod, unable to speak.

“Mama?” Madi reached out to me, and I slowly took her into my arms, letting her rest on my hip.

“Come on, why don’t we go” Lydia spoke again, and I nodded, hesitantly following her out into the parking lot.  Allison and Scott were long gone, wherever they were going to spend those few hours of peace and being newlyweds.  I figured Stiles had left already too, I didn’t see his jeep anywhere.

“Did Stiles leave?” I asked Lydia.  Her brows knit together, and I knew that she’d pieced together the events of the past ten minutes.

“Yeah, a little bit ago” She told me quietly.


I don’t know why I wasn’t having fun, it was a party, you’re supposed to have fun.  Its natural instinct.  But I also didn’t feel the need to try to have fun.  The reception hall was decorated beautifully, streamers, white tablecloths with fake candles set in the middle of them, only a few lights were on.  Allison was currently dancing with her father, a tradition for the bride.  Madi was playing with Malia Kira and Danny a few tables away but perfectly in my view.  Scott was sitting a few people away from me, and Stiles right next to him.  Only one person sat between the two of us, Lydia.  Given I asked her to sit here.  I was quiet, a plate of half eaten food in front of me.  Scott Lydia and Isaac were having an animated discussion about the honeymoon the newlyweds were having.  London, they were going to London.  I envied them so much.

But Stiles and, we were the only silent ones.  It made me sick to the stomach.  How did I manage to mess this up already? Three months, I waited three months for our small interaction earlier, and not two hours later, we were back to giving each other the silent treatment.  I hadn’t had the chance to talk to anyone about it, I’d barely spoken three words to Allison since I got here.  My eyes were stuck to my glass of champagne.  I couldn’t remember if I drank it of it or not, it looked somewhat full, but perhaps I had taken a sip? Didn’t matter anyways.  The yellow colored liquid made me want to throw up.

In fact, everything my eyes landed on made me want to puke.  The dry piece of steak sitting on my plate, a faw pieces of it missing from where I’d eaten a mere three bites.  The empty plates of my friends’ meals, just some sauce and scraps left on it.  I wanted to go home, I wanted to put on an old tee shirt, crawl under the covers, and stay there.  Forever.  But that would make me a terrible friend, and just about the worst maid of honor ever.  So I continued to let myself feel flushed and nauseous.  Time passed as did bodies, and soon other people were dancing to a more upbeat song.  I think ALlison came back to our table, I think that’s why Scott got up and left but I couldn’t register anything very well.  That’s when shapes and colors began to all blur together.

“y/n, hey y/n?” I lifted my head and looked over to see Lydia shaking my shoulder as gently as she could.  “Honey you look sick did you eat too much?” Her eyes landed on my plate, that had my food on it for nearly half an hour.  “Come on, come with me” Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she helped me stand.  “Do you feel sick?” I shrugged, looking around the busy room.  Yes, yes I did.  But I wasn’t going to say that to her.  If she made me leave, Allison would be heartbroken.  I felt a third hand on my arm, and looked over to see Stiles, still sitting in his seat, gently grasping my wrist.  He was staring up at me with eyes that made me want to cry.

Great, on top of wanting to puke, now I was gonna have a breakdown.

He said something to Lydia, and she gave me an uneasy look but nodded her head, and Stiles’ arms replaced hers.

“Come on” He spoke softly, and I let him walk me to the door.  The cool night air felt good when we went outside.  I was instantly able to let out a long breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in.  I wandered over to the wall, leaning my back against it and closing my eyes, trying to keep my breathing steady.  I could hear Stiles stand next to me, but I stayed silent.  Once my eyes finally opened, and I wasn’t feeling sick from my surroundings, he spoke.  “What happened?” I looked at Stiles, my expression blank.

“So now we’re talking? I almost puke and we talk again?” His gentle look fell slightly.

“y/n I was worried I thought you were going to have an anxiety attack or something-”

“No, no I’m going inside I don’t want to do this” I said, walking towards the door but Stiles stepped in front of me.

“But you said we’d talk” He said brokenly.  I avoided his eyes, looking absolutely anywhere else.  “y/n come on-”

“No” I said as monotone as I could manage.

“y/n-”

“No” I reached around him towards the door handle and surprisingly he didn’t push me away.

“Just tell me- just-” I waited as he stumbled over all of his words.  Stiles let out a defeated sigh, and stepped out of my way.  I waited a few more moments, but when he didn’t do anything, I turned the handle.  “Just tell me that you and Theo aren’t together now…” His voice was merely a whisper behind me, but I caught it.  Oh how my blood boiled.  I whipped around.

“Not that it’s any of your business Stiles, seeing that you told me you loved me then dropped out of my life for three months, but the second that another guy kisses me, or shows a mere interest, you’re all over it like the fucking alpha male you’ve been acting like!”

“y/n that’s not fair-”

“And it’s fair to ditch me when I needed you?” SIlence fell over us, and my chest was heaving.  Anger, disappointment, all brewing in my head.  But there was still that small spark of hope.  Please Stiles, please say the right thing, please don’t make me walk away.

“So it’s true? You’re with Theo now?”

God I wished I had a glass of something to splash it on his face.  This seemed like the proper time to do something like that.

“Sometimes Stiles, you’re a fucking idiot” I said slowly, shaking my head and turning around to go back inside.  When the door shut, I turned again, watching, and again hoping he’d burst in, tell me not to be with Theo (although i wasn’t), tell me he loves me and wants better for me, that he’d be better for me.  It sounded so romantically cliche in my head.

But after a minute of waiting, I felt I’d waited one minute too long.  Three months, three days, and one minute, and I had officially waited too long for Stiles Stilinski.  Is this the part where I try to move on?

It sounded dreadful.


I’d successfully sat at the table by myself looking like a loner for a whole hour.  This was a new record.  I mentally high fived myself and missed.  Yeah, my head was messed up like this for an entire sixty minutes.  While Scott and Allison were slow dancing to a fast song that made everyone else jump around in beautiful gowns and bare feet, I was sulking in my own self pity.  I amused myself by seeing if I could count all the bubbled in my glass of champagne.  I was currently at seventy six, but I think I counted the big one twice.

But I perked up when I heard a familiar burst of giggles.  I even smiled genuinely when I saw Madi blowing bubbles with Malia Kira Danny and Ethan.  They were all clapping and grinning, laughing with her as she proudly blew more bubbles.  My heart lifted from where it had sunk low in my chest.  At least someone was enjoying themselves.  And Madi was always capable of making a bad situation better in a  matter of seconds.  I watched for a few more minutes as she skipped and danced a little to the music, making the group of people light up with joy.

Theo caught my eye, making my smile falter a little as he walked towards my daughter and her new friends.  He almost walked past them, but I saw him stumble a little as his shoe slipped across the floor.  As much as I hoped he would, he didn’t fall.  I stifled a chuckle behind my hand, finding pure joy in his minor trip.  He spun on his heel, glaring at Madi and the others.  His eyes landed on her bubbles in her hand.  He grimaced and snatched it out of her hands.

“Hey-!”

“Stop making a mess!” He yelled, he actually screamed at her over practically nothing.  Even from where I was sitting a few tables away, I could still hear Madi’s whimpers.  I shot up and marched over angrily to the scene.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked angrily, trying not to yell, but I still got the attention of other people around us.

“Discipline” Theo gritted out, and tried to maneuver around me to grab Madi.  I shoved his shoulder, forcing him away from my daughter.  “What? Dad’s teach lessons” He maliciously shot his hand out towards Madi, and I slapped him across the face.  To me, the echo of the impact echoed in the room.  But only twenty people would have noticed what just happened.

“You are no father to my little girl” I spat out.  He growled at me, and Malia stood up abruptly, walking next to me.

“Turn around before you do something dumb” She warned.  But he pushed her and me, again trying to get at Madi.

“Hey!” Next thing I knew Theo was shoved to the ground on his ass.  I looked wildly over to where Stiles tood in front of Madi, eyes narrowed down towards Theo.

“Stilinski damnit, how many times am I gonna have to kick your ass?”

“You won’t, get out” Stiles muttered.  SOmehow I felt terrified and safe at the same time.

“What makes you think-” Stiles stepped forward.

“You’ve now messed with both of my girls, and if you say another word, you’ll regret me not personally dragging your sorry ass to hell” I swallowed thickly.

“You can’t make me leave Stilinski, Madi’s mine”

“You’re not my daddy!” My eyes widened and I jolted as she raced forward, wrapping her arms around Stiles’ leg.  “He’s my daddy!” Theo scowled, and pushed himself to stand.

“Listen here-”

“Is there a problem?” ANd now Scott was here.  The second Theo saw him, he had to have known he was beat.  But no, he went on like the jackass he was.

“Don’t you have a wife to be fucking?’ Theo spat.

“So there is a problem?” Allison asked, stepping up with her arms crossed.  Even Kira Malia and Danny had circled around him.  I was sure that Theo was either gonna start throwing punches, or make a run for it.  It was silent, people mostly just staring angrily at him.  He almost stepped to run out of the circle of people, but a hand gripped his shoulder.

“How about I take you outside?” Everyone was now staring with wide and curious eyes to where Isaac was gripping onto Theo.

“I can manage on my own-”

“Nope”

We watched still in silence as Isaac pushed Theo away, and out of the door.  Most of the people left, but Allison Scott Stiles and Madi were still standing around with me.

Stiles was the first to do something, scooping up Madi and rushing forward to me all in the same motion.  One arm was around her back as she sat on his waist, the other reached out towards me and I held it in both of mine tightly.  Tears sprung in my eyes and he seemed to notice because he yanked me in close but gently and held onto me tightly.  I looked over at his shoulder to see everyone was in their own little worlds, not noticing what had just happened here.  I held tightly onto him, one arm around him the other around Madi.

“Thank you daddy for protecting me and mommy” She whispered, causing a few tears to leak onto my cheeks.

“Come on, why don’t you go practice your dancing skills, seeing you still owe me a dance” Madi nodded as he set her down on the ground.

“See you soon!” She exclaimed, and scampered off to dance.  I watched for a moment as Scott and Lydia gladly let her jump around by them.

“I’ll go help them teach her to dance properly” Allison said with a soft giggle.  She squeezed my shoulder as I nodded, and walked off.  I turned to Stiles, and I’d barely even even faced him completely when he stepped forward again, and hugged me tightly.  I buried my nose down into the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply and just letting my emotions flood over me.

“I’m not with Theo, I was never with Theo Stiles I love you, you, and just you-” I sucked in a deep breath as I pulled back from him.  “I don’t wanna be with Theo” I whispered, and shook my head.  My hands latched behind his neck as he stared at me, lips parted slightly.  “Not even if it was what’s best for Madi, but I know it isn’t, I know he’s he- he doesn’t make her eyes light up like you, he doesn’t make her laugh, he’s nothing to her, he’s nothing to me besides a piece of shit” Again, I took more breaths.  “And I want that for her, all those good things…” My voice cracked but i kept going anyways.  “You’re the only one for her Stiles, you’re the only one for me”

His hands reached up and cupped my face, pulling me in for a long and passionate kiss.  Stiles tugged me closer and my arms wound around his neck, holding myself against him.

“I love you, god I love you so much” He breathed out, forehead resting against mine.  “y/n I’ve been in love with you since we met and that’s not gonna go away, ever, seriously I’ve tried.  Do you know how hard I’ve tried? To try and move on and find someone better than you? It’s impossible y/n.  Because there is no one better.  But I was the nerd who was stuck loving his best friend” i smiled gently.

“So was I”

“And I was jealous of Theo, of all people, I was.  Because I wasn’t him.  I wasn’t with you that night at Lydia’s party, maybe not doing what he did… but I still wasn’t with you.  I didn’t get… Madi… I wanted to be that guy, not the dick part but the father, I wanted to be the one to be there for you and help you raise her and love her, love her like she’s mine, because y/n all I’ve ever wanted with you is a future, no matter what it holds”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and he tried to brush them away with the pads of his thumbs but I couldn’t stop crying.

“y/n I love you, I love Madi, and I want you both”

“I love you too” I whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible.  But by the way he smiled I knew he heard it.  “And I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through, especially today” He shook his head, brushing strands of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t be sorry, Theo’s getting the life beat out of him by Isaac.  That makes everything okay”

“And you got the girl Stilinski” I said as he was still brushing a hand through my hair.

“Yeah I got both of them, didn’t I?” He smiled, and I nodded my head.

“You did” I murmured.  He pulled me towards him again, softly placing his lips on mine.

“Took me long enough too” I giggled, holding him tightly as I kissed him between smiles and small bursts of laughter.

(third pov)

“Look at them” Allison whispered to Scott as they danced.  His arms wound around her waist, hers around his neck.  Scott looked over to where her head nodded to, seeing Stiles and y/n holding on to each other and kissing gently.  “Only they could make out without looking like they’re making out” Scott chuckled at that, and looked back down to her.

“This day couldn’t be more perfect” He mused, and she nodded.

“I do agree Mr McCall” Allison said with a small but cheeky smile.

“Wonderful, Mrs McCall” Scott replied, his nose rubbing against hers gently.

(your pov)

“Look at them” Stiles said with a small scoff.  I looked over to Scott and Allison, finding them eskimo kissing.

“Ew” I said, laughing a little.  “They’re already married, just get a room” Stiles laughed with me.

“Come on, come dance with me” He prompted, pulling on my hands.  I nodded, and followed him over to the dance floor.  A few feet away from our married friends.  His arm snaked around my waist, but he still held my one hand.  I left him lead, just spinning slowly around and smiling at each other cause neither of us really knew what we were doing.  I giggled when he stepped on my foot, but he looked mortified.  “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry” His face flushed pink and I just shook my head, then kicked off my heels and stepped up onto his shoes in my bare feet.  I wrapped both of my arms around his neck and his hands fell to my waist.

“There” I said, pecking his lips quickly.  “Much easier, yes?” Stiles nodded and gave me a sheepish smile.  I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead gently against his and then resting my head on his shoulder as we swayed around slowly.  He held me close and it was just a nice silence.  I’ve never felt so calm, so at peace.  Especially when ten minutes ago, I was sure that my life was shattered into pieces that could never be glued back together.

But here I was.  And Stiles was putting the last piece back into the puzzle.  I pulled back from him for a second, looking him in the eye, then raising my hands from where they were draped behind his neck, tangling them softly into his hair on the back of his head.  I tilted forward, softly pressing my lips into his, and closing my eyes tightly.  His hands tightened slightly on my hips as he kissed me back, and I smiled against his lips before he pulled away from me.

“What was that for?” He whispered, and I shrugged a shoulder and shook my head.

“I just don’t want to forget what that feels like” I murmured back.  A short smile pulled on his lips for a moment.

“Yeah well you don’t ever have to” He said, pecking my lips then cheek before pulling me against him again, almost in an embrace.

Our moment was cut short when Madi waddled up, tugging on Stiles’ pant leg and telling him that he owed her a dance.

“It’s- it’s enough true loves with mommy” She said, crossing her arms sassily.  I giggled and released Stiles, slipping back into my heels.  I waved them off to go dance.  I watched as he pulled her up to stand on his feet, just as I had been previously held, and he held her hands.  She was giggling as he danced all around wildly.  I just laughed and walked over to our table for a drink of water.  Surprisingly Allison was standing there as well, looking over the crowd of people.  When she caught me, she grinned and waved me over, so I picked up my pace and went up to her.

“Hiya” SHe said, raising her eyebrows a few times in a suggestive manner.  I blushed instantly as I grabbed my glass.

“Hey” I responded before taking a few drinks.  “How’s your reception going, Mrs McCall?” The brunette chuckled.

“It’s going wonderful, and if my assumptions are correct, you and Stiles are going steady?” I nodded with an uncontainable grin.

“Why yes, yes we are”

“Everything’s sorted out, correct?”

“Correct” I confirmed, smiling even wider.  Allison smiled too, and held her arms out for me to hug her.

“Let’s collectively be proud of each other” I laughed and pulled away, smiling over at where Madi was up in Stiles’ arms, being spun all around.  Allison looked between my line of sight, and she smiled just as I was.  “Hey, I’ve got a little surprise for you” SHe said softly, but the grin that grew on her lips told me it was something huge.

“What is it?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.


I unzipped the back of my dress as I entered my room.  Stiles came right in behind me a few moments later, already in a more comfortable set of clothes.

“Madi go to sleep?” I asked as the dress slipped onto the floor.  Stiles grinned and nodded his head.  I had grabbed a tee shirt from the dresser and turned to face him again.  “Did you have to sing to-” I froze, I didn’t expect him to be standing right there.  “Well hi there” I said with a small smile as his arms circled around my bare waist.

“Mm she’s sleeping” He hummed, dropping his head to plant his lips just below my ear.  I felt myself blush immediately and ran my hands up his chest to grip onto his shoulders.  Stiles seemed to like that because he began to suck gently on that sweet spot that makes me grin.

“You’re sure… she’s asleep?” I asked between breaths.  He bit gently and as soon as I whimpered his tongue ran over the red area, already back to sucking and making it better.

“Mhm” He answered.  I pushed him back and in seconds he’d lifted me up, my legs on either side of his waist and our lips already locking.  

When I fell back onto the bed he pulled his shirt up over his head and settled between my legs, propping himself up slightly on the bed with his elbows.  My hands tangled in his hair and he kissed down from my chin and throat, planting wet kisses down further.  Through the valley of my breasts all the way to just below my belly button and above the hem of my panties.  But I yanked him back up to me for another fast and sloppy wet kiss.  His tongue ran over the seam of my lips and I gladly allowed him entrance, parting my lips and letting our tongues mesh.  It wasn’t so much a fight for dominance, rather exploring each other’s mouths.  He leaned up, and I did as well, both of us sitting on our knees on the mattress.  His arms raised so he could cup my cheeks, then slid down my neck into my shoulders, traveling again down my arms and settling in a comfortable spot on my waist.  I had my hands clasped around the back of his neck, softly brushing into the ends of his hair here and there.

I let go of him, reaching my hands back behind me and Stiles pulled his lips off of mine, watching as I unclasped my bra and let it fall slowly down my arms.  I tossed it to the floor by the bed before looking back up at him.

He hastily shoved me back down to the bed, scattering hickeys in my body once again.


To say I was out of breath would be an understatement.  To say Stiles fucked the daylights out of me would be an understatement as well.  Now I get why some people say you won’t be able to walk properly the next day.

I was currently on my side, curled up against him in nothing but his tee shirt.  Stiles was lying on his back, an arm around me as I snuggled into his chest.  His other arm was across his stomach, our fingers linked on his toned skin.  We’d been laying like this for the past few minutes, just resting under a soft blanket.

“So I have some news from Alli” I hummed, tracing patterns in the slight trail of hair on his chest.

“Hm what?”

“She’s having twins” Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked at me, a big smile on his mouth.

“Wow… really?” I nodded, and he fist pumped the air.  I giggled at his excitement.

“I didn’t think you’d be that thrilled” I said, rolling over slightly but enough to look down at him.

“Well it means I’ll have to be Madi’s favorite now!” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.  “She’ll be so busy with her own little Scotts or Allisons running around the house, that Madi will have to spend the leftover time with me, and like me more!”

“Stiles…” I sighed, and shook my head.  “You’re crazy you know that?” He smiled sheepishly.

“At least I own it” He responded, and craned his neck up to place his lips on mine.  I smiled when we pulled away, and gave him one more quick kiss.

“I love you, you crazy” I said, and he smiled softly, caressing my cheek.

“I love you too” He responded.  I snuggled back into his chest and closed my eyes.  I fell asleep to his hand running up and down my back.

And finally, I’d found that state of mind, the one most people spent their entire lives looking for.  Luckily mine just came in the form of a family.

Originally posted by morgenroete


so i wrote this on a car ride back home for the holidays, and i legit cried when i finished and my family was just kinda awkwardly going ‘it’s ok… it’s… it’s ok..’ but it’s not, so many good things happened in here.  Theo got his ass kicked, Scallison got married, madi and y/n got the family they rightfully deserved, it all made a full circle and everyone (minus that lying ass bitch manipulative abusive theo) and I just want you all to know i love you all so much

and that is why i will be making you an epilogue :)

tagged: @morganschiebel @celestial-writing @bunnyboo10154 @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @almondmilkislove @kindfloweroflove @taegdcl1018 @peter-andhislostgirls

love you ~ jordie

To Have and to Hold

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Pairing: Negan x Plus Size!Reader
Word count: 1,095
Warnings: Smut, swearing, jealousy
Prompt: Happy Wife/Happy Life
A/N: I’m sorry that these are all way late, guys!

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Sitting on the couch with a glass of wine, your feet were resting on the coffee table. Your right ankle resting on top of the left. You let out a soft sigh as you continued to read. It was some tattered old book that Negan had brought you back from his last run, and the wine was less than satisfactory, but you couldn’t be picky now.

You had been waiting for him to return for the entire afternoon. There was no way that he had gotten hurt, because you’d seen the other men come in around lunch. That meant that he was likely off with one of the other women that he dared to call his wives. It frustrated you, but there was no use arguing about it. You’d have a fight, he’d fuck you against a wall, only sleep with you for a week or two, and then he was right back to it.

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Ok…. 

So this is my first attempt at a WWE fic and I would love some feedback on it. I originally posted it to my other blog and didn’t really hear anything about it. So please do not be afraid to let me know how you feel about it and if I should keep it going. 

Seth Rollins/OC

“Flame: A Seth Rollins Story”

2014:

“Yo where in the fuck is Rollins at man?!? I wanna get out of here already!!” Roman Reigns paced impatiently by their rental car as he, Dean Ambrose, and 22-year-old Divas Champion Maya Grey stood outside the arena, waiting for their Shield member and friend Seth Rollins.  

It was two weeks before the Payback pay-per-view where the boys would continue their feud with Evolution in a no disqualification match and Maya would defend her title against AJ Lee. They had just finished a grueling tag team match against Evolution on RAW and were all very eager to get to their hotel for some much-needed sleep.

“I swear he takes longer to get ready than a freaking chick man!!” Dean groans. “Even Lil’ Bit over here is quicker than him!!”

Maya smiled, rolling her eyes over Dean’s nickname for her. “You know we could just leave him behind.” she playfully suggests. “He can always catch a ride with Cesaro or someone else.”

“That would be a great idea…if we had the car keys!!” Dean sassed back at her. “Why don’t you go and hurry your man along so we can get on the road?”

“Are you kidding me? If she goes, we’ll never get out of here!” Roman jokes. Maya’s face turns red and she quickly throws her empty water bottle at Roman’s head, which he smacked it away with his hand.

“You guys suck.” Maya says, annoyed by her brothers and their constant teasing. “And how many times do I have to tell y'all-”

“‘There’s nothing going on between me and Seth!’” both Roman and Dean say at once, mimicking her Southern accent. “We know, we know!!”

“And yet we see you two stealing kisses when you think no one notices.” Roman teases.

“Or how they can’t keep their hands off each other.” Dean coos, making kissing noises at her.

“Oh and let’s not forget how they’re always cuddled up in the back seat or in the back of the bus ALL THE DAMN TIME!!” Roman laughed, fist bumping Dean in the process.

“Fuck you both.” Maya flashes them both her middle finger before making her way back inside the arena to search for Seth.

Even though she hated when Roman and Dean would tease about her and Seth, she couldn’t help but smile. Their “relationship” was a confusing one to say the least. In fact, on her 21st birthday back in August, Seth confessed that he was in love with her and that he wanted to be with her. The only ones who knew about it were Dean and Roman, and that’s because they all traveled together.

Growing up in San Antonio, Maya Grey always knew that she wanted to be a WWE Superstar, ever since she watched Lita and Trish Stratus main event Monday Night RAW in 2004. She took one look at Lita and thought to herself, “I wanna be her.” At only 9, she started studying every wrestler on the WWE roster, learned their moves and even created a few of her own, and fully dedicated herself to one day making her dream a reality. Her mother on the other hand, refused to have Maya be involved in something that she believed was ridiculous and degrading towards women. When Maya refused to give up on her dream, at only 16, her mother disowned her and kicked her out. After that, Maya traveled to Austin and began to wrestle under the name Magenta Riff for a local indie company called Anarchy Championship Wrestling (ACW).

Two years later, word began to spread about her and her skills in the ring, even going so far as to calling her “Little Lita”. Curious, Vince McMahon sent both Stephanie and Triple H down to Texas to see this so called “Little Lita” for themselves. To make a long story short, they were extremely impressed with what they saw and urged Maya to come and sign with the WWE, but Maya was afraid they wouldn’t want her after they found out how old she really was.

Once she told them the truth however, Stephanie and Triple H decided to become somewhat of ‘surrogate parents’ to Maya, even went as far as to move her down to Orlando and get her set up in her own apartment. Her first day as an official WWE signed talent, Triple H let her know that she would be making her debut on the main roster in less than a month and that she would become the fourth member of a faction that was slowly beginning to dominate the main roster, The Shield.

Two members of The Shield, Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose, loved the idea of having a female in the group and naturally welcomed her into the fold with open arms. Seth Rollins on the other hand…not so much. In fact, in the beginning he was a total ass to her. He thought that Triple H made a huge mistake signing someone so incredibly young and he wasn’t afraid to say it to her either.  

After having enough of Seth’s insults, Maya decided to be trained by Daniel Bryan and a main roster diva, AJ Lee. Once she won in her debut match against Natalya, a seasoned Diva, she showed everyone, including Seth, just why she was given the nickname “Little Lita”. Seth eventually apologized for being such an ass to her and as time passed, they slowly started forming a friendship.

As a team, Roman, Dean, Seth, and Maya dominated both the men’s and the Divas Division. Roman and Seth won the Tag Team Titles from Team Hell No, Dean became one of the longest reigning United States Champions with 351 days, and Maya became the youngest Diva’s champion at 18 after defeating AJ Lee and was now fast approaching beating her record as longest reigning Diva’s Champion!  

Outside of the ring, Maya become close with all her Shield members and vice versa. But her friendship with Seth was something different. She never admitted it aloud, but she begun to develop feelings for Seth. There was just something about him, whether it was his cockiness in the ring or how he was always so goofy and sweet around her, she couldn’t help falling for him. But she refused to act on her feelings. She knew that work relationships were kind of frowned upon, even though there were a lot of them happening (AJ/Punk, Cena/Nikki, Brie/Daniel, etc.). So, she just pushed her feelings down and hoped that eventually they would go away.

However, working and traveling together, constantly being around each other 24/7 only made her feelings for him grow stronger. What she didn’t realize, was that Seth was beginning to form feelings for her as well.

Normally, Maya wasn’t the type of girl he would be interested in. I mean sure, she was gorgeous, fun to be around, and one hell of a wrestler, but besides the 5-year age difference, they didn’t have that much in common. Sure, they both shared a love for sci-fi, horror movies, and video games, but that was pretty much it. Seth had a love for Heavy Metal music while Maya was more of a classic rock vinyl girl. Seth liked his girls with lots of tattoos and piercings, and Maya being so young, didn’t have any yet. The biggest difference between them, at the time Maya was still a virgin, and Seth…well…to be frank, Seth was known around the locker room for being a man-whore.  

She came off like this sweet and innocent girl that he would corrupt if he got too close to her. But Seth couldn’t control the way he felt, and neither could she. There was just something about her that kept drawing her to him. Whether it was her personality, her smile, her infectious laugh, how she didn’t care what people thought of her, or the fact that wasn’t afraid to call him on ALL his bullshit, he could let down the guard he built up and could just be himself around her. Maya was the same way; she had her guard up. That all changed when Seth confessed his love for her.    

Maya checked catering, all the break rooms where the guys would go play video games, and even peeked inside one of the men’s locker room, but Seth was nowhere to be found. She tried calling him, but his phone kept going straight to voicemail, which was a little weird to her. She was about to give up when she saw two of her closest friends Brie and Nicki Bella walking towards her with Brie’s husband and Maya’s former coach Daniel Bryan.

“Hey, have you guys seen Rollins? The boys wanna get to the hotel and he has the car keys.” she asked.

“Yea, I think I saw him heading towards the locker rooms in the back.” Brie replied, pointing towards the back.

“Thanks Brie. I’ll see y’all back at the hotel.”

“Hey Maya, great job tonight!” Daniel yells to her as she walks away.

“Thanks Daniel!!” she yells back as she heads to the locker room. Once she reaches the one marked men’s, she pushed the door open and heads inside.

*******Maya’s POV********

“Yo Rollins, come on!! What the hell is taking you so-” I start to say but was quickly silenced by what sounded like someone groaning, but not like someone was in pain.  

I stepped further inside, curious as to who or what was making that noise. My eyes grew wide in horror and I felt my heart sink into my stomach when I saw exactly who it was. Seth, the man I loved, the man who swore that he loved me and wanted to be with me, was with another woman. Not just any woman, but Zahra, his crazy ex!! His pants were down at his ankles and Zahra was on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing back and forth on his junk.

Once he saw me, he quickly pushed Zahra away from him and pulls up his pants while Zahra just stayed there on her knees, a smug smile stretched across her face. She never liked the fact I was chosen to be a part of The Shield over her and believed that I was the reason Seth had dumped her crazy ass. This bitch knew exactly what she was doing and was enjoying watching me suffer. 

Before either one of them could say anything, I bolted out the room. I could hear him calling my name but that didn’t stop me. I ran past a few of the divas and could hear them call my name, but I didn’t stop. I could feel the tears beginning to form, but I pushed them away. No. I tell myself. You’re not gonna cry. Not here. Not until I was out the arena and away from everyone. 

“Maya!” Seth called, his voice getting closer and closer to me. “Maya, stop… wait a second!!”

Hearing his voice only made me run faster. I was almost to the exit when Seth finally caught up, jumping in front of me, and grabbing me by the hand but I quickly slap it away. 

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” I shouted loud enough that people began to look towards our direction. Seth backs down, but doesn’t walk away. 

“Maya please, I can explain-” he tried to say but I quickly cut him off.

“I don’t wanna hear whatever bullshit excuse you’ve cooked up Seth.” I choke. “In fact, I don’t want to hear anything from you.” I go to walk away from him, but he pushes his body right up against me, pinning me to the wall and blocking me from getting away.

“Get out of my way Seth.” I ordered, but he refused to move. 

“Baby please.” he begged. “I swear I never meant for this to happen. Zahra showed up out of nowhere and I told her to leave-”

“Please just stop!” I cry, looking away from him. “I don’t want to hear any of this! Just let me go!”

“No! I’m not letting you leave until you hear me out!”

I could feel my eyes filling with tears as Seth stood in front of me. I couldn’t bear to look at him. I kept seeing Zahra down on her knees, all I could hear was Seth moaning in pleasure. I felt sick to my stomach.

“Maya, Seth! There you guys are!!” I heard a deep voice call out. I look over Seth’s arm and saw both Roman and Dean walking towards us. This isn’t happening right now, I thought to myself. Keep it together girl. Don’t let them see you cry.

“Yo, lovebirds!! Let’s go, I wanna get out of here sometime tonight!” Dean’s voiced echoed as he and Roman got closer to us. Wisely, Seth quickly backed away from me, folding his arms over his chest. Once they reached us, Roman took one look at me and could tell that something wasn’t right. I stuck my hands in my pockets and looked down, watching as the tears fell from my eyes and hit the concrete.  

Both Roman and Dean stare over at Seth, then at one another, then finally over at me, confused looks stretched across their faces. Roman was the one to break the awkward silence. “What’s going on here?”  

“It’s nothing. Can you guys just give us a minute?” Seth sighed, his voice slightly irritated. 

“Maya, what’s wrong? Are you crying?” Dean looked at me, puzzled.

“No. It’s nothing.” I lie, pushing myself off the wall. “I just want to get out of here. You guys go ahead, I’m just gonna catch a ride with Nikki and Brie tonight.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Roman asked, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and confusion.

I looked at my worried Samoan before I shifted my eyes over to the direction of Seth. “Ask him.” I replied coldly and began to move away from them.

“Baby, please.” I hear Seth plead as I walked away. “Don’t do this. Please let me fix this. Maya… I love you.“  

I don’t know what came over me, but hearing him say those words, I snapped. I turned around and my hand swung, connecting with his face, hard. He stumbled back, holding his face in complete shock. 

I stare him down, my anger quickly rising. Everybody told me once I joined The Shield not to get too close to him. That he was known for being a cheater. I mean hell, I stood up for him when he cheated on his fiancé with that tattooed blow-up doll looking bimbo!! But I didn’t listen. I didn’t fall in love in Seth Rollins, the Architect of The Shield with a horrible track record with women. I fell in love with Seth, the lovable goofball that taught me how to play video games and would watch horror movies with me. I fell in love with the guy who could always make me smile even when I didn’t want to. I fell in love with the guy who told me that he loved me since the first moment we met. And it was that guy who had stolen my heart that would be the one to shatter it in to a million pieces.

“You…” I growled, raising my finger at him, “don’t speak to me unless it involves work. Don’t call me, don’t text me…don’t even look at me. I believed you when you said that you loved me. I defended you when EVERYONE told me not to fall for your bullshit, when they talked about you cheating on Leighla with that…that bitch. I stood up for you because they didn’t see the person that you were with me!”

Seth says nothing but runs his fingers through his hair, avoiding eye contact with me.

“Now I can see that they were right all along.” I continue, tears falling down my face. But I didn’t care. Let them fall, let him see how much he’s hurt me. “You turned out to be everything I feared.”

“Maya…”

“I HATE YOU.”

Grabbing my suitcase and my title from Roman, I turn on my heel and walk away from the three of them. I could hear what sounded like Dean’s voice yelling at most likely Seth, but I didn’t turn around. I kept walking. The tears continued to fall from my eyes but I didn’t care who saw at this point.

I felt betrayed by the one person I trusted more than anything. He said that he was in love with me. That he wanted to be with me and only me. That no matter how hard he tried to deny it, it was me. It Was Always Me.

Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Receiving Gifts

You stared at the small box in your hands. It contained a necklace. Not a fancy, expensive one or anything (after all, Jonathan could only do so much), but a nice one nonetheless. It was the fourth gift you had received from him in the last month and while you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart, the box felt heavy in your hands. And it wasn’t because the necklace itself was heavy.

Jonathan Byers was very inexperienced in the realm of dating. Apparently not every girl in the small town of Hawkins was hot for a lanky, shy introvert whose hands were practically glued to his camera. So when you waltzed into his life and eventually into his heart, he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Do most people like holding hands? Is something supposed to happen on movie dates? What about kissing on the first date, was that alright?

As much as these questions plagued Jonathan, he lived in fear of how much embarrassment he thought he’d be plagued by if he asked you any of these. You weren’t necessarily someone who got around, but between the two of you, two official boyfriends and one crush that went nowhere was comparatively far more experienced, even if you never went beyond a simple make-out session with either of them. You therefore found yourself less upset and more amused when you later learned that he turned to Nancy for advice. The end result?

“Well, people like to get gifts,” Nancy shrugged. “I’d say maybe start the first date off with a bouquet or something – nothing major, y’know?” She then quickly added, “It helps if it’s something from the heart, though.”

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Peter Maximoff Imagine “Sleeping Beauty”

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x reader

Requested: no

Warnings: slight cursing

A/N: I’ve written this a while ago. NOW THIS IMAGINE IS REALLY SHITTY! There is a request that I swear I DID NOT forget about. It’s just the very end of the term and after all I failed my chemistry test and I’ve barely had sleep this week and this is another reason why I can’t write anything worth your attention. And sorry for this shit… But if you somehow managed to like it let me know)

Originally posted by teriarty

(Gif isn’t mine)

It was lunch break. You and your boyfriend Peter were sitting together.

You yawned. “I’m soooo fucking tired! I want to die!” 

“Told you that you shouldn’t watch tv shows at night, but you never listen to me” Peter took a sip of his drink

“Shut up” you yawned again and looked at your watch “You know, I have some time until the beginning of the next period. I think I should take a nap”

“Okay, if you’re leaving me like this I’m going to go and prank Scott and tell him that it’s your fault” Peter smiled at you, little demons in his eyes were waving at you. You were in love with these eyes.   

“Deal!” you kissed him and stood up “Will see you at the next period” 

“Just don’t oversleep!” speedster shouted at your back 

“I’ll set an alarm!”

As soon as you entered your room you collapsed on your bed, burying you face into a soft pillow “Just ten minutes” you whispered to yourself 

As Peter thought you overslept your next period. He came to your room and knocked on the door. Just in case. There was no answer so he came in. 

He saw you on your bed curled into a ball under a blanket. He laid down next to you, wrapping his hands around you. He lay like this for about ten minutes and then it was the time for the last period. He decided to not wake you up. 

He placed a quick kiss on your head and left. 

After the last period Peter got too busy annoying Scott, so he forgot to check up on you, but when he did he found you still sleeping in the exact same position he left you. 

Now the silver haired boy was starting to get worried. He touched your forehead to make sure you didn’t have temperature, but it seemed fine. He shook you by your shoulder. “Hey, Y/N. Wake up sleeping beauty..” no response. “Come on Y/N” you didn’t even move. “Y/N wake up!” Peter shook you roughly. Suddenly he felt something on your hand under the blanket. He raised the piece of fabric. What he saw shocked him. 

He saw green vines wrapped around your body like some kind of cocoon. He tried to rip the vines, but as he touched them they burned is hands and only wrapped more tightly around you. 

A second later Peter was running around school looking for Frank, but he only found professor Xavier. 

“Professor! There’s something wrong with Y/N!” 

“Peter, calm down and show me where she is” 

After professor came to your room he examined you and vines around you.

“What’s wrong with her?” Peter couldn’t hide his anxiety. 

“Everything is alright. She is just in some kind of hibernation.” Professor said calmly, still looking at you. 

“Hibernation?”

“Yes. She probably was too tired. Now she rests and she can’t control her powers that’s why there are vines. There is no need to freak out. She will wake up eventually”

“Eventually? How long is eventually?”

“From several days to several weeks, depends on how tired she is, for how long she hasn’t had enough sleep?”

“Couple of months” 

“That’s a lot. Just let her rest”

—————

A week and a half has already passed but you were still sleeping. Peter visited you everyday. He was just laying besides you, talking to you, he even slept with you. It happened spontaneously. He just fell asleep near you and the next night and after that night, soon it became a habit. 

You were having an awesome dream. You were in a big library, reading and reading and reading. These books were magical. Everytime you opened a book you teleported to the world the book was about. And then there was the last book. After you finished it light started coming from everywhere, blinding you. Suddenly you were in your room. 

“Fuck! I’m late!” You tried to move but something held you in place. “Shit! Not again!” 

Peter was in history class just looking out of the window and doing everything he could do except listening to the teacher. Suddenly he heard professor’s voice in his head ‘Peter, she’s awake’ 

Immediately world almost froze. Peter stood up and started running to your room. He didn’t even knock, he just bursted into your room. 

“You’re awake!” he rushed to you and hugged you tightly. 

You buried your nose in his neck. “How long did I…” you were interrupted by Maximoff “Twelve days” 

“Fuck!” you giggled

——————-

It was already 1am but you still couldn’t fall asleep. Of course you couldn’t! You were sleeping for twelve days! Peter nozzled besides you. It was unusual, sharing bed with somebody, but knowledge that it was him made you feel more comfortable. 

You placed your head on his chest, his arm immediately wrapping around you “Hey, Peter” You poked a sleeping boy in the shoulder. “Peter” you whispered

“What?” he whispered sleepily, his eyes still closed

“I can’t fall asleep. Let’s go to the beach” a little smile appearing on your face

“What? Y/N it’s like 1 am” Peter turned his body to you, holding you tighter 

“Pleaseee” you whimpered, your lips against his cheek. 

“Nooo! We have classes tomorrow!” Speedster mumbled into your head

“pleeeeaseee” you raised your head and started covering his face in kisses. 

“Ugh..fine, anything for you” 

And you two really went to the beach! It was a magical night!

“You know what I’ve just understood?” You two were sitting on white sand, pressed to each other. 

“What?”

“I’m madly in love with you!”

Mirror For The Sun - Part 5: A Drive

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4 - Part 6 

Summary: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, panic attack/flashback

Word Count: 3392

Author’s Note: I dunno about this one. Lots of ups and downs, lots of sass. Also lots of jumping around in the timeline, so seriously, feedback welcome, let me know if I need to add some section headers to clarify…

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

Steve paces the few steps he can take in the cramped hotel bathroom, holding the phone to his ear, waiting for Natasha to pick up. He’s peeked around the door twice to make sure the others are still asleep and turned on the shower for good measure before she finally answers.

“We have a problem,” he confesses before she can finish her groggy greeting. Steve had a habit of waking up at an ungodly hour.

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anonymous asked:

headcanon where the rfa-v-saeran are in love with MC but they're in an unhealthy relationship with someone else where suddenly physical abuse happens for the first time and MC is so traumatized that they end up flinching at something that the rfa+v+saeran do, that's how they find out about it. you choose if you want everything to end platonically or romantically~ gracias!!

I’m sorry that this took me so long, but I hope you like it! This one was definitely interesting for me to write. However, I would like to say that most of these end on lighter notes, even though they deal with abuse. I’m sorry if that comes off as romanticizing it in any way, but I assure you that that was not my intent. As it is a request based around the topic of abuse, there’s obviously abuse warnings


Yoosung:

  • You and Yoosung were going to hang out for the night and you were on snack duty, so you came to the dorm after stopping at the convenience store
  • He shouted a greeting through the dorm saying he only needed another five minutes while you were setting your wallet and keys down
  • When you walked over to his desk, it looked like he was playing rough map and he had headphones on, so you decided to stay quiet and look through a book that was on an end table
  • Once you had settled in to the other chair and started the novel, you noticed that he was banging his mouse slightly with how much he was clicking it
  • You tried to ignore it but then he started to practically yell at the monitor
  • At this point, you were curled up into the chair, an instinct to make yourself smaller
  • Yoosung turned around in his chair in exasperation while taking off his headphones then noticed how you were sitting as his eyes widened slightly
  • You were trying to speak but you couldn’t without stuttering slightly
  • “S-sorry, Yoosung. You just s-scared me a bit-t” “Nononono, MC! I’m really sorry for getting angry. Are you alright?”
  • Taking a few breaths before you were to explain, you started moving to sit normally
  • “Yoosung, please don’t think any different of me when I tell you this, alright?”
  • In response, he just nodded wildly, forgetting about his game
  • “So remember when Zen asked me if I was dating anyone, and I said I just got out of a relationship? Key words, got out. I was, well, it was abusive, and I didn’t want to talk about it. You’re the only one of the RFA I’m telling for now, so please don’t say anything yet. Anyways, they would always yell at me before they would physically hurt me, so I associate someone yelling with that. I didn’t, I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything. I’m sor-“
  • Yoosung was not having this, but didn’t want to make you any less comfortable so he tried to keep his face straight
  • “MC! Don’t apologize! It’s, it’s not your fault at all. I should be really sorry, and I am. I got annoyed, because I’ve been in this area for the past four hours, and I haven’t been able to get a drop. I’m really really sorry! I’ll try my absolute best to not yell around you again, MC” “Thank-thank you, Yoosung” “Can I, can I hug you, MC?”
  • You nodded slightly and he practically teleported he went so fast to the chair you were on to hug you
  • “You’re really strong for going through that, MC, and I promise I won’t tell anyone else unless you say it’s okay”
  • Nodding again, you let him stay like that for a few minutes before offering to get up and get the food so you could watch the movie
  • Once you noticed he was crying ten minutes in, you laughed slightly thinking about how considerate he could be and how he wouldn’t hurt you
  • Nice to know for our, I mean, the future
  • dAMMIT, MC

Zen:


  • You were staying at his home since he got injured again, mindlessly watching some random soap opera while chatting in the messenger
  • Jaehee: I can’t believe that Zen is doing three roles in different productions at once.
    MC: Yeah, he’s not home much, and when he is, he’s practicing lines
    Jaehee: He can only work so much. I hope he doesn’t work too hard.
    MC: It’s more promo pictures anyways lol
    Jaehee: Very true! The ones that came out today are already saved on my phone

  • The front door opened with Zen finishing up a phone call
  • MC: Be right back, Jaehee. He just got back, and he looks a little pissed
    MC has left the chatroom

  • “-Yes, have a good evening, Sir” “Hi, Zen! How was tonight’s rehearsal? You sounded exaspera-“ “It was awful. Nobody could get their shit together while starting the dance numbers, and the director kept yelling”
  • He went on for a few minutes, ranting while putting his jacket and bag up by the door and waving his hands around
  • While he was turning around to face you with his hand still moving, you flinched slightly
  • Zen stopped talking instantly and put his arm down just as quickly
  • “MC! Babe, I would never hit you. I’m so sorry that you would think that! I promise that I’ll never go off aga-“ “Zen, it’s fine. I didn’t think you would,” you paused to word this correctly, “It’s just what I’m conditioned to do. Like a habit”
  • Half of you wanted for him to drop it, another part wanted him to ask so that someone would know
  • Besides, you trusted him the most out of RFA anyways
  • Back to the present, Zen looked downright personally attacked by what you said
  • “Why,” he stopped to fathom what would make you think any of this, “Why would someone hurt you? Who made you act like this, because I swear I will-“ “Hyun, please stay quiet, so I can explain”
  • He stayed quiet and led you to the couch so that you could both sit down
  • “It-it’s my significant other. When they hit the bottle, they, well, they hit me. I just flinch now whenever it’s similar to that. Not-not saying that you’re like them-“ “No no, I know what you mean. I swear that I won’t treat you like that ever. Could you maybe tell me who they are, because I’ll fight them outside the Wendy’s”
  • (I’m sorry, I know it’s meant to be serious, but my mind went no. Wendy’s is a fast food chain that’s established in around thirty countries)
  • Laughing slightly, you pointedly told him no and said they were in jail anyways
  • After your conversation, you noticed Zen was being quiet and you knew something was up
  • Rather than push it, you just sat with him and continued to watch your shitty soaps
  • “Hey, ah, MC?” “Yeah?” “Would you maybe like to go out with me? I just, well, I realized that I thought you deserved far better than what your significant other is giving you, and I’d like to try to help. This kind of helped me realized how much I’d like to date you. I swear that I’ll take on any repercussions that they make”
  • well, hE Ck
  • Again, two parts of you were weighing your options
  • You may’ve just gotten out of a bad relationship, if you went with this, and it seemed like a pretty okay idea
  • “That sounds good, uh, yeah, yes, Zen. However, it might take me a bit to be fully okay with everything”
  • This boy looked sO HAPPY
  • “Really? I mean, yes, of course. No worries if you need time”
  • You both ended up crashing on the couch that night, with the dramatic shows still looping in the background
  • After you had been dating for a few months, you noticed that Zen hadn’t been drinking any alcohol whatsoever
  • You just smiled, content with the new life you were living

Seven: (Route spoilers right off the bat. I’m sorry! Based on what actually happens in the route, this’ll probably seem ooc, but I’m trying my best!)


  • After Seven’s acclaimed twin had left, you were pretty shaken up by the ordeal
  • Seven was acting really distant as well, and that wasn’t helping
  • Since he acted much differently on the messenger, you were sure it was your fault he was acting so cold
  • Trying to do something that could lighten his mood, you made some lunch
    It may not be a bag of chips and a can of soda, but you figured this would be better
  • You walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder since he had his headphones on
  • He turned around far too quickly while yanking one half of his headphones to the side
  • “MC! Don’t bug me, you have no reason to, so just stop!”
    Around after he said your name, you dropped the plate at the slight outburst and he didn’t realize it until he stopped
  • “S-sorry, S-sev-seven!” you spoke hurriedly with a heavy stutter while you were getting on your knees to clean up the food and plate shards, “I-I didn’t mean t-to make you mad-d. I’ll, I’ll get this picked up as soon as possible”
  • You were surprised when he silently got off his chair to help but finished cleaning up what you could with shaking hands
  • Going to get a trashcan, you heard him mumbling “stupid” and “an idiot” and thought the worst then subconsciously prepared to get yelled at while dragging it to where the plate was dropped
  • Seven, on the other hand, was trying to figure out why he was clouded enough to not realize that you had been abused earlier
  • Granted, you didn’t talk much about it through any messaging service or social media and didn’t join any support groups or the like, but he still should’ve known to avoid all this
  • “Seven? I, I know you’re angr-“ “MC, it’s alright. I didn’t mean to make you panic; I didn’t realize what had happened for a few seconds. I’m an idiot for shouting when you were just bringing me food. Even stupider for having you pick up most of it”
  • He smiled sadly for just a second before bending over to get all of ceramic and food mess into the bag while you were silently standing, stunned
  • “MC? Is everything alright?” You nodded as if you were shaking something off “Yeah, yeah, I just thought you were going to slap me or something. I mean, I made a huge mess and you were already pissed at me and I was getting in the way and-“ “MC. I would never, ever slap you, okay? You’re never in the way, alright? I’m trying to keep all of this together right now, and I shouldn’t have snapped when you were trying to take care of me”
  • You were confused because you were certain that he was only going to start yelling in a few seconds
  • “But you were calling me stupid and an idiot when I went to get the bin?” “No! Nononono, MC, I was calling myself that, because I hadn’t put it together until then and I make you panic” “Put what? Oh, uh, yeah” “Yeah, I won’t ask you anything about it unless you’d like to tell me, but I understand. Personal experiences are shitty”
  • Seven offered another slight smile before going to speak again
  • “I’ll try my absolute hardest to not do something like that again, I swear to God. Nobody deserves to go through that, and especially not you. I’m going to drop whatever stone cold bitch façade I was using to tell you this right now, I care about you a lot, MC. Like a whole fuck ton, and I was pushing you away, because I’m really, very dangerous. I know that I keep saying that, but with the people I’m working with, I can’t have someone that I care about. However, I promise you that once everything is sorted out, I’ll be able to act better for you”
  • Once again, you were silently stunned at the apology and confession he just gave
  • You moved to hug him and he did just that, keeping you as tightly as he could for a few seconds
  • “Thank-thank you, Seven” “Absolutely”

Jumin: (Also one filled with route spoilers, sorry)


  • While you were staying at his apartment, he noticed that you were frequently texting someone and you always seemed to be wincing whenever it sent
  • As a matter of fact, he saw you wincing a lot whenever you bumped into something or got up
  • Jumin didn’t want to push it, but when he kissed you in front of the Chois and you tried to push him away as fast as possible, he decided to ask once they left
  • “MC, I am so deeply sorry for doing that. I pushed myself onto you, and it is completely unforgivable. Even though I want to keep you safe here, you can most definitely leave if you wish. I can’t believe I would do that to you, but I don’t have a good grasp on reading your emotions and I sincerely apologize for my actions” “No, it’s alri-“ “MC. What I did was horribly wrong. Don’t feel bad for leaving whatsoever” “Jumin, listen for a second. My reaction made it seem like I was disgusted, but don’t get the wrong idea. I’m sure this is confusing, so just give a little bit to explain”
  • He looked really confused but just nodded and gestured to the living room so that you could speak sitting down
  • “Jumin, I’m going to straight up tell you that I didn’t mind that you kissed me. It was how. I’m currently in a relationship-no, don’t freak out over making me “unfaithful” or anything-that’s quite abusive. My partner constantly forces me to do things with them. They’re who I’m texting, because they’re angry that I haven’t seen them in the past week. They’re also the reason I’ve got bruises on my sides. It scared me a bit when you did that randomly, but I don’t want you to think that I want leave right now, especially when it’s to keep me not dead”
  • Jumin nodded in response, but he didn’t look confused anymore; he looked both downcast and angry
  • “I can’t believe someone would do that to you, MC. Please tell me you’ll get away from them soon. I can’t stand to think of you getting hurt that way and forced to do things like that for them. If you need me to help with contacting someone or lawyers, I assure you I’ll find the best internationally for you. If you’d like to continue whatever we’re doing right now, I swear that I’ll always ask before I do anything and make sure it’s alright”
  • At the moment, you didn’t realize you were crying silently, but it wasn’t out of sadness, no, it was joyful
  • “Thank you, Jumin. That’s more than enough. Could you help me write a script of sorts for when I call them to dump them?” “Most definitely, MC. Anything I may do to help” “And Jumin?” “Yes?” “I’d quite like to continue what we’re doing”
  • He looked slightly surprised at what you said and eager to help you draft your phone call
  • After nearly an hour of deleting and rewriting what you were to say, you collectively decided to fuck it and just call
  • You were greatly anxious but Jumin’s presence was calming, especially the fact he was whispering encouragement while the phone rang
  • “Yes, hello…No, that won’t be necessary…I called to tell you to go fuck yourself…You heard me perfectly well…Because I’m not putting up with this anymore…Not only is it disgusting, you can’t do anything to stop the fact I’m leaving or the fact I found someone else…Yes, he’s quite nice. Would you like to speak to him?”
  • You swore that you had never heard someone monotonously swear that much and you were silently laughing while Jumin was using explicits every other word in the Business Guy voice
  • He hung up after you gave a “Bye, bitch!” and you broke down into laughter and speaking in between it
  • “Thank-oh God-thank you, Jumin. You-fuck, that was hilarious-you helped me out more than I can imagine, and this is probably the hardest I’ve laughed in months. Seriously, thank you,” you decided to mimic his Business Guy voice, “Mr. Han”
  • This time he started laughing too and that fueled you to continue
  • Definitely something to remember
  • After you both had calmed down, you were both silently looking at the other fondly
  • “MC?” “Yeah, Mr. Han?” “Sh-shut up” “Make me”
  • You stopped for a second, thinking about the invitation you just put out there
  • “Can I kiss you?” “Yeah, you dork”
  • Scratch what you said before, this was something to remember

V:


  • While you were at the party, V had noticed that you had someone else with you, but assumed it was your current partner
  • The fact that you had someone had him crestfallen, but he reminded himself that they made you happy and that’s what matters
  • Oh boy
  • Little did he know, you were getting yelled at outside for interacting with one guest and that “cotton candy-haired asshole” too much
  • That is, until a security guard came up to him mid-conversation and informed him of two people outside
  • He decided that he wouldn’t be told if they couldn’t take care of it, so he followed them out to see you trying to get absorbed by the outside of the building and someone yelling at you
  • “Excuse me? Why are you harassing, MC, the coordinator of this event?”
  • “Wouldn’t you like to know, you blue-haired fuck” “Yes, I quite would like to know if you could stop being a jackass
  • No matter the fact that this was serious and you weren’t a six-year-old, you snickered quietly at the fact he swore
  • “Actually, you’re not worth my time. MC, could you explain please?” “Oh, uh,” you glanced at your partner and smirked just a bit, realizing you finally had witnesses, “Jihyun, this is, this is my abuser. They were trying to act possessive by shouting at me out here. Actually, they were telling me that I can’t talk to you or take care of my job
  • V had already blanked at the word abuser, now fueled with hatred but keeping the calm appearance
  • “They, they’re your what? Never mind, I already heard it. MC, I’m getting you out of that arrangement as soon as possible”
  • He simply nodded to the guard that had brought him to the scene then offered his arm to you so that he could take you back inside
  • While you were walking back, realization of what you had done was settling in and you started to visibly shake
  • “MC? Is everything alright? Never mind, another stupid question. Hold on for just a second”
  • He had you sit at a table that was near the entrance where the least people were and got you a glass of water from a server walking by
  • “What you did was really brave, alright? You were able to do in a couple of seconds what I couldn’t throughout an entire relationship and then some. I promise that I’ll keep you protected from them,and they will never be allowed to come into contact with you again, okay? I swear that on my life”
  • Nodding with a shaky smile, you drank some of the water and thought everything over again
  • “Thank you, really, V, thank you. For helping me end that and helping me calm down”
  • After you conversed about random things for a while just to calm down, he escorted you back to the main area where everyone else was
  • Seven walked up to the two of you with a grin on his face
  • “What were you two up to? Screwing in the bathroom?”
  • You glanced over to see a red-faced Jihyun and you could’ve swore you heard him mumble “I wish” to which your face also heated up
  • “L-Luciel!” “That’s my name! Plus, I heard what you just said, V!” “No, you didn’t” “Keep lying to yourself!”
  • Seven left with a cheeky wink and the both of you blushing wildly like awkward teenagers
  • Hmm, not a bad idea, though, Seven
  • wait shit
  • You said that aloud
  • “Yeah, not bad at all, Luciel”
  • You ended up getting winked at again with your face feeling hotter than before

Saeran:


  • You came over to hang out with Seven at the bunker while Saeran was staying there
  • Turns out, Seven got assigned some new project and had to start it right away, but you didn’t feel like going back to your apartment
  • “Hey, Saeran?” “What do you want now?” “Bitch, I walked through the door and I haven’t even spoken to you today” “…Fair point. Continue”
  • “Since your brother’s working, do you wanna do something?” “Like?” “Watching shitty movies with ice cream?”
  • Ice cream was the way to Saeran’s heart so he agreed upon the mention of it
  • You were at least 87% sure he wouldn’t have agreed if there wasn’t ice cream involved
  • Going to the kitchen, you noticed Seven brought his equipment out into the living room
  • You were kind of confused, considering he’d probably want to be somewhere with no distractions
  • Saeran, on the other hand, glared at him
  • You were going to the freezer get a gallon out while you heard the brothers bickering
  • “What’re you two talking about?”
  • Seven flatly said “You” while Saeran hurriedly said “Nothing!”
  • The red-head earned another glare when he gave a thumbs up to you
  • You just shook your head with a smirk while getting a scoop from a drawer along with two bowls
  • “Seven? You want any?” “Only if I’m allowed to put chips on it”
  • Half-laughing and half-sighing with a smile, you got another bowl while Saeran walked into the kitchen after telling his brother to “just fuck off already”
  • You were getting the bowls filled when Seven started yelling out and swearing at his laptop
  • The scoop clattered to the floor when you had jumped at the sudden outburst
  • Saeran looked bored by it, but when he saw how panicked you looked, you couldn’t quite place what emotion he was displaying
  • “Uh, you alright there?” “What? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, the yelling just sorta reminded me of something” “Are you sure you’re alright?” “To be honest, no, but can I tell you later?”
  • He nodded and bent down to get the scoop before rinsing it off and finishing getting everyone’s food
  • You brought the bowls to the couch and set Seven’s next to him cautiously while warily looking at him
  • Saeran made an assumption, but decided to just wait for you to explain
  • Seven gave a quiet thanks and you still looked slightly panicked but Saeran tried to distract you
  • “MC? Come sit by me” “Al-alright?” “What do you want to watch?” “Oh, whatever you pick is fine”
  • He shrugged and flipped through channels until deciding on some psychological thriller type movie
  • Once he noticed his brother put his headphones on, he decided to ask about it
  • “Could you explain now? I don’t think Asshat over there is listening if that’s what you’re worried about” “Yeah, I-I can; just please don’t react harshly. Right now, I’m in a relationship that I’ve kept from RFA, and Seven shouldn’t have been able to tell either. It’s fairly abusive towards me, and when your brother shouted, it reminded me of last night’s beating. I, well, I get kind of worried when I mess stuff up, so I thought he’d be mad at me even though it was only his work. But, yeah, that’s why loud noises make me react like that”
  • He stayed quiet for a few seconds before speaking quietly but clearly
  • “I will fucking kill them, MC” “Saeran! No, it’s-“ “Don’t say it’s alright; we both know it isn’t.  How dare they hurt you?” “Saeran, I’ll get out of it soon. It’s just-“ “MC, as much as I would like to stay calm about this, it’s not ‘just’ anything. You shouldn’t be treated like that, and I want your abuser six feet under”
  • Knowing that he could very easily murder them, you tried your best to get him to stop thinking about it
  • Finally, he got quiet again and you were able to relax back into the couch
  • “MC?” “Mhm?” “Could you-I can’t believe I’m asking this-could you lay by me? I would just hug you, but I don’t want to hurt you, since you’ve got injuries” “You’re a fucking dork, you know that right?” “Just be quiet and come over here…if that’s alright” “Of course it is”
  • After setting your bowl to the side, you moved over to be by him
  • “Is this better, Saeran?” “Much” “Good, ‘cause I feel safe like this” “Really?” “Mhmm, its nice to be by someone that has a comforting presence” “MC, I literally kidnapped you” “Yeah, but okay, yes, you kidnapped me” “See?” “I can’t explain it, but I like being by you” “Me too”
  • You both stayed like that until the credits rolled and Seven was giving his brother another thumbs up
  • Once you were sure Seven wasn’t paying too much attention, you spoke again
  • “Thanks, Saeran, for giving me someone who I could confide” “Anytime, MC. Though the murder offer still stands” “I don’t need you winding up in prison, alright?” “Seems fair.  Can we still at least trash their car?” “Oh, hell’s yeah” “Now?” “Now”
  • You both got up while smiling wildly and Seven just stayed focused on his work
  • Saeran grabbed his jacket by the door and told his brother that he was going to go slash some tires
  • Walking to your car, you opened his door and bowed sarcastically before going to your seat and starting up the car
  • Smashing those windows and scratching in words and cutting up tires made you feel the happiest you had been in a while
  • After you both got back in the car and headed back to the bunker, it was nearly two am, so you decided to stay over
  • “Hey, MC?” “Yes, Saeran?”
  • You noticed that he stayed quiet and looked up to seeing him with a slightly red face
  • “Mind staying with me tonight?” “Not at all”

I really hoped that you all liked this one, but I will gladly change anything that isn’t right or add something that you would like. I hope you all have good mornings/afternoons/evenings, and much love to you all!

What a Guy

Word Count: 2360 or so

Warnings: another shitty story, light smut, cursing.


I fiddle with the grocery bags, shoving them into one arm to unlock my door. The door clicks as I swing it open with my foot. The keys get hung up on their respective hook and the bags get dropped on the counter. I stash the cold stuff and leave the rest for later. Dropping myself onto the couch after a long day was always the best. I flipped through channels for a while, settling on some cliché ‘law and order’ type show.

A barely audible click sounded from upstairs. I shot up and inched towards the stairs. Grabbing the gun out of the drawer in the kitchen, I made way upstairs, arms raised, ready to shoot.

Was that…blood?

I heard movement in the bathroom. If I was being robbed, why the hell would they go for the bathroom first?

I step into the doorway poised and ready to shoot at a moment notice. A tall man was rummaging through the medicine cabinet. The blood was coming from his waist, where I thought I saw a bullet wound. The window in the hall was wide open and the soft night breeze blew in. Funny, I kept all my windows locked, I mean what else would a woman who lived alone in the middle of the city do?

I cleared my throat, making my presence known. He spun around, on high guard. He took a quick glance at me and visibly relaxed. Not all the way, but a lot. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. “Are you here to kill me, or simply raid my med supply?” I questioned tilting my head to the side lightly. When he spoke, his voice was gruff and deep, as if he hasn’t used it in a while.

“I’m not here to kill you-”
I scoffed, I knew who he was, and he was definitely strong, and a good fighter, but so was I.
“-I was hoping you could help me.” He said holding up his arm. It didnt look like he could lift it.

“I’d be more concerned about that.” I said tilting the gun to point to his torso. “Look, I could help myself but-” he said roughly cutting off. “But what?”

He undid his top and slid it off, letting it hit the floor.  He obviously was uncomfortable, he definitely felt vulnerable. I stared wide-eyed at his arm, sure I’d seen it before, I’d read his files, and I’d seen him fight, but never was it up this close. My eyes trailed up to where skin met metal and I winced. It was still red. He subconsciously turned so his left side was more behind him.

“How’d you know I was a mechanic? No that sounds too… how’d you know I worked in tech?” I questioned, letting my gun fall to my side, as he didn’t seem to want to hurt me. “I-uh- I was following Steve and I saw you help Little Stark out with one of his….things.” I sighed. Then smirked at the nickname “little stark.”

“Come on.” I ordered, grabbing the first aid kit and heading downstairs.
“Sit.” I pointed to the chair I’d pulled out from the island. He did as he was told. I warned him when I was going to pull the bullet out and stitched up the wound. Placing a bandage over it, to keep it clean.

“Now, let’s fix that arm of yours.” He turned, placing his bionic arm up on the counter.
“Grace, by the way.” I stated, he looked up at me, puzzled, before responding
“Bucky.” I could tell the name felt foreign to him
“It’d be a whole lot easier to diagnose this if I knew what happened.” I said, looking up at the soldier.
“I had another run-in with the Captain’s sheild.” He stated, matter-of-factly. I knew well enough both were made of vibranium, so it made sense.

“Well, I should just be able to readjust the wiring and bend this back into place….and violá. Done. Try it.” He held up his arm, moving it around, with a mechanical whir it set into place.  I watched carefully to make sure I had done it right. It seemed to be working fine.
“Thank you…Grace” he said, adding my name at the end.
“Welcome. So, you’re welcome to stay the night, so I can make sure you heal okay. But you’re also free to leave.” I offered, surprised at myself for being this care-free. I had a freaking assassin in my house, and I offered to let him stay.
“I was just about to make dinner.” He looked skeptical for a minute, before sitting back in the stool.

“I’ll stay, but only for the night.” I smiled, knowing I had won, I wasn’t letting him leave with such bad wounds. I switched on the radio and put a pot of water on the stove, deciding to make pasta, since it was so easy. When I turned back, Bucky was focusing hard. “What’s up?” I question, concern lacing my voice.
“I knew this song.” He stated, trying to remember.
“Well, let’s dance then.” I said, offering him my hand.
“I don’t remember how.”

“Sure you do, just try it.” I smiled, taking his hand and placing it on my waist, taking his other hand in mine and leading as we swayed in time with the beat. Bucky seemed to catch on as he took the lead. He let go of my waist and twirled me, pulling me back and letting me tip back a bit. He looked so focused, but at the same time, so carefree. Like a piece of his old self was back. I laughed.

“Don’t remember how.” I mocked. He chuckled lightly, stepping back to let me go stir the noodles. That’s how the night was spent. Dancing and laughing and for Bucky, remembering, little bits and pieces. Nothing huge.
The next morning, I woke up at around 7 and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Bucky was already at the table, with his head in his hands.
“You’re up early.”
“I didn’t sleep much.” I sent a glance over my shoulder and went to the fridge
“How do you like your eggs, Mr. Barnes?” I questioned, changing the subject.
“Scrambled.”
“Thanks for making it easy.” While the eggs were cooking, I swapped out his bandage, surprised at how quickly he healed, I knew he was super human, but it was almost gone, over night.
“Maybe another day or two and I’ll let you leave.” He let a light smile tug at his mouth.
“Here’s your eggs.” I say, turning and passing some from the pan to his plate.
He responds with a simple thanks while he all but inhales his eggs.

“So, why did you actually agree to stay with me. Shouldn’t you be…on the run?”
He freezes. Looking up at me through his lashes
“I-I guess its just a safe place to be, Hydra wouldn’t expect me to be staying with a nice, beautiful lady in the middle of a big city.” I don’t think he realized what he said, or if it even had any meaning, but I still blushed. I stood and reached for his plate, taking it with me to the sink.

“They’re still trying to get you back? That means Steve is too… Well, you can stay for as long as you need, just don’t kill me.”
He scoffed lightly and stood, walking back up to the guest bedroom. I heard the water start to run. Apparently, he was comfortable enough to take a shower. I climbed the stairs, heading towards my bedroom, I stopped when I realized the bathroom door was open. Bucky was standing in the full length mirror in his boxers. I tried not to stare, so I looked down to my feet, he looked at me with an expression that resembled a lost puppy.
“You know, I still don’t know exactly how I got this arm. I mean, I know the story, but I can’t remember it.” He said softly. I took a step towards him.

“It’s this- this fucking arm, I’ve killed so many people, and this arm is a dead giveaway as to who I am. I- I’m a monster.” He finished, looking down. I’d never seen him look so defeated. He was always so strong and fierce, like a true soldier.
“Buck, I know it wasn’t you that killed those people, but I’m not going to give you a heartfelt speech about how it’ll get better, because frankly it probably wont-”
“Gee thanks” he muttered.

“You’re probably gonna go through a lot more shit. But I just want you to know that, even though it’s not a lot, I know it wasn’t you, that you didn’t have a choice. Steve does too, and probably the rest of S.H.E.I.L.D, or, well, what’s left of it.”
I finished, resting a hand on the sensitive skin where skin met metal. He instinctively grabbed my wrist to push me away- but stopped last second, resting his right hand on mine. I put my other hand on his face and I swear I felt him lean into it.

“Go take your shower.” I laughed stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door behind me. He was quick and was out by the time I finished getting ready.
“Where are you going?” He questioned, drying his hair with the towel.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I have a job. I took a week off though. I’m just running in to pick up some papers, I’ll be back within the hour.”
“Oh, okay…” He glanced at me one more time, opening him mouth to speak. But I cut him off.
“You’re not coming.” I stated with as much finality as I could manage. He sighed and sulked off towards the room he had claimed as his own.
I headed down to the tower and collected my stuff as quickly as possible, wanting to be in and out.
“Hey! Collins! What’re you doing back so soon? Nice dress. Show Steve, he’ll think you’re straight outta the forties.”
“Oh, hey Tony. I-uh I just came to get my stuff, I really gotta go, busy day.” I said trying to turn away.
“Isn’t it always? Oh, but before you go, we still don’t have any leads on the Winter Soldier. Keep an eye out.”
“That’s in the job description, isn’t it?” He smirked.
“Oh, and-”
“Tony! Come on, you have to finish fixing the suit before Fury sends you on another surprise mission.”
Pepper cut in, pulling him away. I mouth a thank you and push the door open with my hip, slipping into my car and clicking my seatbelt into place. I start the engine and drop the papers in the back. My phone starts to vibrate and I catch it before it falls off the seat. It’s an unfamiliar number, but against instinct I answer it anyway.
“Hello?”
“I need you to come get me. Corner of fifth in ten.”
“Bucky?!”
“Hurry!” The line went dead and I hit the gas, knowing he had gotten into trouble. As I was driving down fifth towards the intersection, a black motorcycle pulled up beside me, yanking the door open and hopping in.

“Bucky! What the hell?!” I yell, speeding up. I glance in the rear view mirror and see black cars behind us, there’s a gun held out the window, ready to shoot. I focus back on the road when I realize the gunman is my old colleague. He was revealed as Hydra when SHEILD crashed a long while back. One of the bullets shot through the back windshield and we both ducked. I took some random turns and eventually we lost them. We pulled up to my building and got out. The silence in the elevator was deadly.
“Why were you out?” I question softly. When he doesn’t answer, I almost ask again, thinking he didn’t hear me.

“I wanted to go down to the museum.” I open my mouth to ask why, but close it a second later. I slip the key into the door and collapse onto the couch leaving Buck to close and lock the door. He sat down next to me on the couch, I lay down, resting my head in his lap, letting him play with my hair.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would recognize me. Especially since you cut me hair yesterday.” He said quietly, dropping the braid he made to point to his now short hair.
“It’s fine, Snowflake. I work for SHIELD, I’ve been in plenty of car chases. Speaking of SHEILD, do you want to see Steve?” He flinches at the familiar name, but it was barely noticeable.

“I don’t think I’m ready to see Steve yet, maybe soon, but not yet. What? Am I not good enough for you? You’re trying to get rid of me already?” He questions trying to lighten to mood. I laugh lightly and slide my tongue across my bottom lip.
“Of course not, I love having you here. You’re a lot of fun for a 97-year-old.” I said sitting up and smirk. He smirked back and pushed me over, climbing on top of me and tickling me.

“For a 97-year-old? I’m a fun person in general and you know it. I’m not stopping until you admit it!” He laughed along with me.
“Old man.” I managed to choke out between breaths. He got closer to me and kept tickling me, straddling my hips so I couldn’t move.

“What was that? Bucky’s the most fun person you know?”
“Fine. fiNE ALRIGHT! you’re the most fun person I know!” I yell, practically begging him to stop. He stops moving his hands and looks at me, obviously satisfied. I finally notice how close we are and my eyes dart to the soldier’s lips. He’s obviously is thinking the same thing as I am because he licks his lips and drops his head down to connect his lips with my own. One of the hands he was using to hold my arms down dropped down to my waist. I take my free hand and bring it up to his face trying to bring him closer, if it were physically possible. I smirk against his mouth, realizing this is his first kiss since the 40s.

He uses that as an excuse to slip his tongue into my mouth. 70 years and he’s still great at it. I took my hand from his face and let it find its way down to the bottom of his shirt, he pulled away slightly to help me pull it off, but his lips were back on mine almost as quickly as they had left. Our lips moved in sync. Bucky struggled to undo the buttons on his pants with one hand, so I helped him, undoing my button as well. I pushed down on the waist band and kicked my jeans off, letting them fall to the floor next to the couch. Bucky stood up, pulling me with him. He pulled off my shirt and pushed me to the wall. His hands instinctively went to my thighs as a signal to jump, so I did. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he nibbled on my neck, carrying us both up the stairs. When he let us both fall onto my bed, I flipped us over so that I was on top.

“Oh, we’re going to fight for position, are we?” Bucky said, with his famous lopsided grin. I brought his mouth back to mine. He let his hands wander up my back, un-clipping my bra with ease. He flipped us back over and buried his head in my neck, nibbling on my collarbone. He trailed light kisses down my neck, pausing at my chest. His hands were massaging my breasts as he trailed farther down. He stopped at my waist and stood up, pushing his jeans down and kicking them off. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back down. Our lips locked again and Bucky lightly tugged on the waistband of my underwear, asking for permission.

“Are you sure you wanna do this Buck, you’ve only known me for two days, a-and well, it’s been quite a long time since your last time.” Our eyes locked, blue meeting green.
“Grace, this may sound weird, but I’ve been watching you for a while, making sure you were someone I could trust. And I trust you. And you’re obviously willing, seeing as you took your pants off for me.” He smirked and I nodded, smiling as well. He went back to nibbling on my neck, and I pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer. I pushed down his boxers, and then my own underwear. He slipped his metal fingers inside me and I gasped, arching my back. He was watching me, enjoying the effect he had on me, it meant he was doing something right. He was still only inches away from my face, smiling as I moaned. He pulled away his hand and let them both rest on my hips, I pulled his face back down and nibbled on his bottom lip. He stuck his tongue in ny mouth and let it explore every inch.

×××

We were both breathing heavily when he pulled away and I cuddled into him. He froze, after a few seconds he wrapped his arm around me and tilted my head up to kiss me.

“Does this mean you’ll stay, at least for a little while?” I questioned, almost too quietly to hear. He paused and I almost thought he wouldn’t answer.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Its been a while, but I still don’t trust myself. I let my guard down around you and I was worried sick that I would snap back into soldier mode somehow, plus hasn’t anyone ever told you s'not safe to hide a highly trained assassin in your home?” He responded, lightening the mood.

“Well, Sergeant Barnes-” his eyes met mine immediately and he froze. “-will you give me the honor of risking my job and my clean record by courting and hiding a wanted assassin?”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
I smiled and cuddled into him farther.

“Wait, isn’t it the man’s job to court the lady? I’m supposed to 'woo’ you… Apparently I’m being wooed.” He looked adorably confused. I laughed and slammed my lips onto his, shutting him up immediately.
“Ready for round two?” He questioned with the signature Bucky Barnes smirk that I had come to love

*Bucky’s POV*

I watched her sleeping in my arms and the urge to protect her washed over me. It scared me how easily I fell for her. I mean, thanks to her files, I knew more about her than she probably did. I knew there was nothing to worry about. I was still hesitant, but I can’t keep hiding forever. Its been years since I got out. I can’t keep hiding in my past, or I’ll never get better. After 'round two’ we were both exhausted and she fell asleep almost immediately. Now, she was resting in my arms and I felt safe. I wrapped my arm tighter around her torso and tucked her head under my chin. I fell asleep with one thought on my mind.

How did I find such a girl?

@magellan-88

Sticks and stones may break my bones- Jason Todd x reader

“I’ve had enough!” Jason’s voice echoed as you all entered the Batcave, some more bruised up than others after your last mission.

“This is the last fucking time I save you.” He growled, his finger pointing at you. “If that is the kind of mediocre skills you’re going to pull off every time we go on a mission, then I think you’ll be better out of this team.”

“Jason, don’t you think you’re being too harsh?” Dick intervened, shoving you behind him as if protecting you from Jason’s rage.

“Don’t try to defend her Dick, you almost died too trying to protect her. Don’t tell me that doesn’t bother you?” he retorted.

Dick sighed, turning around to look at you, his eyes tired and saddened as he opened his mouth to answer. “She just needs more practice, that’s all.”

“Oh… fuck me!” He swore, throwing his arms in the air. “She’s useless, doesn’t know how to fight and is always putting us in trouble.” His back turned on you.

“Tt, as if you were any better Todd.” Damian said, a defiant tone in his voice. “[Y/N] is just learning, just like we all did. It is not her fault.”

“You shut up little brat, my fight’s not with you.”

“Much to my regret, I must say Damian’s right Jason, you’re being too hard on her, it’s not [Y/N]’s fault. And you shouting doesn’t help either.” Tim tried to plead as well, his hand resting on your shoulder in a gesture of encouragement. You looked at at him, a silent thank you on your eyes.

“Are you freaking kidding me!?” Jason raised his voice in disbelief. “She’s a disaster and a danger to this team, and if you bunch of losers think anything else, then I guess I’m better off.” He spat.

Everyone looked at him, doubt in their eyes as they took in his words and analysed the situation, exchanging glances and looking at you from time to time, until your voice broke the silence.

“You’re right.” Everyone turned to look at you.

“[Y/N], don’t listen to him.”

“No Dick, he’s right, I’m always putting this team in danger and I have to be saved every time we are out on patrol or out on a mission. I’m a danger to this team.” You said, repeating Jason’s words and nodding while you spoke, trying to push back the tears.

Jason looked at you, his glance still filled with rage but softened by disconcert as he listened to you, not expecting you to say that or agreeing with him. Pushing away the rest of the boys, you made your way towards Jason, who took a defensive position as you approached.

Unable to hold you tears any longer, you raised your head to look at him, trying to pull off a smile, locking your eyes with his. “I’m sorry Jason, for causing you so much trouble. I swear to you, this won’t happen again. You’ll never have to see me need your help. Ever.”

Once you said this you made your way upstairs, looking back to apologize to the rest of the boys, your family, or at least what they felt like after Bruce took you in. The way they had all received you and treated you like you were always part of them was like a light in the darkness after what had happened to your parents, even Damian seemed to be fond of you.

When they revealed to you their secret lives and invited you to join, you were sure it was going to be the happiest day of your life. You tried to train and learn as hard as you could so that you wouldn’t disappoint them but it never seemed to be enough, you were always messing up and Jason had to save you every time. No wonder he’s had enough, maybe they all have.

As you made your way up, you could still hear their screams as they fought for you, excusing your actions and trying to vouch for you, in hopes of getting Jason to apologize.

“I hope you’re happy Jason.” Tim said, already reaching for the computer.

“Bite me Tim. If you guys need me, call me, I need some fresh air.” You heard his bike losing in the distance. A pressure forming on your chest as you remembered his words.

Once in your room you finally gave yourself into your sadness and cried your heart out, remembering again and again his words and the promise you made him, vowing to fulfill it no matter what.

———————————————————————————————————————-

An hour had passed after your fight, and Jason finally arrived, the cave in deep darkness if not be for the computer running some test. He was calmer now, the fresh breeze of the night and the time out of there had given him enough time to calm down and sort his thoughts, the ones that were now taunting him and filling him with remorse.

“Jason.” A heavy voice called him from the shadows, making him swear to himself. Fuck.

“Okay, who told you? Was it Tim? That son of a…”

“Jason!” Bruce scolded him, raising his voice.

“Whatever they told you Bruce, it wasn’t like that.” Jason grumbled, already reaching for the stairs.

“However it happened, you have to make yourself responsible for it. You have to learn that your actions have consequences and how the weight of your words affect others.” his voice echoed, making Jason stop.

“Even more when they are not true.” He turned around, lowering his cowl, a stern look on his face as he approached him. “I know, Jason, the reason behind it but you need to decide on what to do with what is on your mind.” They kept looking at each other for a while, until Bruce returned to his investigation.

“I’ll think about it.” Jason muttered, a hand brushing his neck as he made his way upstairs.

————————————————————————————————————————

Not long after you stopped crying a fight broke again downstairs at the Manor, once more about you. Dick’s voice was the loudest, followed by Jason’s as they both argued. Tim and Damian must be gone or just watching the two fight, being their voices the only ones you couldn’t hear aside from Alfred’s, who just opted to wait until everything was over to scold the boys.

Unable to bear it any more you finally made your decision, grabbing a bag from your closet and filling it with everything you could need. As you moved through your room you noticed the voices stopping and steps coming up. With a little effort you managed to turn on the stereo, raising up the volume enough so that no one outside could hear you.

The moment you finished packing a hand knocked on your door and someone shouting your name, trying to get themselves heard over the noise your music was making.

“[Y/N], are you there?” Jason. Not now, you thought.

Another knock. “[Y/N]?” Knock.

You rushed to the window, opening as much as you could.

Knock.

You looked back, half of your body already out, your mind trying to take in everything you were leaving behind.

Knock knock.

You saw the knob turn before jumping out into the night and starting to run.


A/N: It’s my first time writing angst(?), so please, any feedback is well received. This was a story I talked about with @cait-writes-stuff, I hope you like it!. @batlog @dove-among-bats @dc-comics-imagines @too-many-fandoms666 @diana-jaffa

MHA dub commentary episode 8:

  • i have been putting this episode off for way too long and that’s probably because it’s about Bakugou’s emotional breakdown and i am emotional even before the video starts
  • baby Izuku and Bakugou are so cute i wanna cry 
  • have i mentioned how much i love Bakugou’s dub voice yet because if i have i’m gonna say it again: i love his dub voice
  • last time on MHA: Bakugou and Izuku fucking attack each other and, as usual, only Izuku got hurt
  • he’s still working on that
  • pauses the ep to admire all of Bakugou’s amazing expressions
  • “IN THE NAME OF VILLAINY, STOP THIS!!!” he cries as a bunch of giant rocks come rushing at him. i love you Iida
  • Izuku’s voice acting here is so amazing i just. love it
  • and the animation here is fucking spectacular
  • *pauses again to admire Bakugou’s distraught expressions* don’t look at me
  • i should also mention that Izuku has some fantastic expressions here too
  • i just. Bakugou just has fantastic expressions overall, but these ones are just. beautiful. i love my confused, terrified, distraught son

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Lions’ cage

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of smut.

Can you do one where the reader is younger than Tony, and he meets her friends and feel insecure cause of his age. But it ends happy and stuff. K. Love your work bye.

A/N: I am so soryr, I had this request before I left to Brazil and I didn’t write it because I couldn’t come up with anything, but here ya go! Feedback is love, feedback is life <3

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Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

It was just about night time at the Stark house. Tony was home early for a change, and both of you were getting ready to lay your heads on the pillows and hopefully not die in your sleep because you two had a ton of things to get done. Avenging and running a company were tough but no one else but you could do it better.

“Babe, I’m going out tomorrow night, wanna come?” you asked from over your shoulder as you brushed your teeth and Tony put on the pants of his pajamas. The night was perfect for only that, and your eyes appreciated it. Scars and everything, the man was a sight.

“Uhhh…” he hesitated, “I don’t know, maybe the guys at the barbershop quartet–”

“Come again?” you frowned in confusion. The mere idea of Tony having a barbershop quartet was ridiculous.

“You know” he shrugged “the team? The avengers? Mightiest heroes on earth?” you nodded, laughing breathily at the old fashioned name for his friends who very coincidentally were 4. Thor was out of town, or, being more specific, out of earth. “Perhaps we’re going out too”

“Ok, but you know? I’d really appreciate if one day we’d go out with my friends” making an emphasis on the words as you turned off the lights of the bathroom and made your way to the bed.

You took all the pajamas you kept under the pillow and took off your clothes, eliciting whistles of approval from Tony, who was already inside the covers. He cheered on your nakedness and you decided to leave the fancy and cute baby-doll for another night; his old t-shirt suited you better in his words.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you going out with me, ok?” You hummed sleepily as you were quickly wrapped around a pair of warm and strong arms. He placed a soft kiss on the back of your neck and called it quits for the day.

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