i took a deep breath and let it go

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{Y/N breaks up with Yoongi in the middle of the night, but why?}

I took in a deep breath and held it for as long as I could. If I let go of my breath I would surely lose my composure. I let of of my breath when it was too much to bear and leaned against the wall, sliding down slowly. I tucked my head into my knees, trying to soothe the ever throb in my head. I wanted it all to stop, I wanted to stop hearing his voice. I wanted to stop picturing his face, devastated, hurt, betrayed. “Make it stop. Make it stop. I don’t. I don’t love him.” After minutes of talking myself down from the threatening anxiety, I feel like I’m ready to do this. I stand up and trudge up the stair well to his apartment.

i reach the door. My clammy hands pound on the door ruffly. A minute later, a groggy Yoongi opens his door, startled and rubbing his eyes. I almost forgot it was practically 4am. “Y/N?” He says gruffly. “What are you doing here? Come in babe, is everything all right.” He reaches out to pull me inside but I instinctually step back, out of his reach. “No. It’s not fine. I need to talk to you.” I say, bitting the inside of my lip a bit to keep it from quivering. Yoongi looks at me now, his attention peaked. “What’s wrong?” he asks, stepping towards me again. I step back and I imagine the look of hurt in his eyes with my own glued to the floor. “I was sitting on my bed tonight, going through pictures of us. I saw our trip to the island. The first say we met when I asked for a photo with you. I saw that photo we took at my family reunion in January. When I was looking at the photos, I realized that I don’t love you. I saw it in this one specific photo. We were at the grocery store, a frickin grocery store and I’m pushing the cart and you’re picking up a box of cereal and asking me if we should get that one and Cameron is talking the photo. The picture is so ordinary in setting and shot but the way you look at me in that photo- You just, you’re looking at me like I’m art. Which I’m not. I’m far from it. But you, it’s like you see me as something I’m not. You’re eyes were narrowed and you are barely smiling but there’s just this energy flowing off of you towards met hat i can feel even through my stupid screen. Were in a fucking grocery store buying cereal! I look like a mess, my hairs in a bun with a bandana and I’m wearing some stupid baggy band shirt but you’re still looking at me like I’m a brand new world!” I take a breath and look up at Yoongi to see that he is staring at me just the way he did in the photo. “I don’t understand, Y/N.” He whispers.

“I don’t love you the way you love me. I don’t know what love is and I’m not ready to find out.” 

Yoongi runs his hands through his hair, rolling his neck. “Y/N you aren’t making any sense. Love is us. It’s literally us! You and me, we,” Yoongi hold me by my arms, searching my eyes for any form of doubt. “It’s when you say my name, Y/N. When I feel your presence and when, when. God, Y/N. I don’t understand where this is coming from. Please don’t leave me.” Yoongi is blinking rapidly, trying to hold back the gleam in his eyes threatening to spill. I shake my head stonily. “No, Yoongi. I’m sorry but, this just doesn’t feel right anymore. I feel like I’m forcing myself to feel things that don’t come naturally for me. I’ve been feeling like this for a while. I din’t know what it was but now I know, I don’t love you.” I look deeply into his eyes as I say this.  Yoongi instantly drops his hands from my arms and lets me go. He nods his head, butting his lip so hard it looks like he is smiling. He shakes his head, putting his hands on his hips and walks back into his apartment shutting the door. 

Only when I’m out of the building do I allow myself to cry. I’m in so much pain it hurts to breathe, to think. I get inside the black car waiting outside for me and am greeted by the woman.

“You did the right thing Y/N.” She says, looking at me through the rear-view mirror. “I told you, you’re an anchor on Yoongi’s sail. If he wants to make it in this business. Publicity is everything, he’s gotta have the right people beside him.” I nod my head in understanding. 

“There’s ten thousand in the envelope next to you. Take it.” She says. I scoff, wiping my tears. “I didn’t do this for money, I did this to protect him and you know that. I’ll be leaving now, you won’t have to see me ever again. Unless you’re agency screws him over, than I’m coming for you.” 

I hop out of the car and slam the door shut. I turn the alley right when I hear the apartment door swing open. I lean against the wall and see Yoongi run past me, yelling out my name. It takes everything in me not to respond. To run after him and beg him to forgive me for saying I didn’t love him because I do. It’s because I love him that I have to set him free. 


Hey thanks for reading! I just want to thank all of our followers for being so kind and supportive :) I love you <3 I wanted to get to know you guys a bit. What are your favourite movies? Mine is Midnight in Paris (I liked it before Tae mentioned it so I was really excited to hear he enjoyed it too!) Let me know :) I love movies and am dying to hear from you guys. Also, Bias? Mine is Chimchim :)



Steve x reader 

Notes: Smut, fluff, swearing, just smutty rly. 

A/N: Steve x reader. I know, right? Didn’t know I had it in me (that sounds wrong. So, so wrong), but here we are. And lets be honest. The man is fucking adorable. And.. ever seen him in a suit? Hot damn. Enjoy! x

Originally posted by music-is-love-4ever

“Can’t sleep?”

You looked up from the files in your lap and smiled, Steve stood next to the couch, holding out a mug to you with a similar smile on his lips.

“Never” you answered, only half-joking and took the mug from him with a soft ‘thanks’. “Why are you up, Cap? Don’t you have an early training session with Sam tomorrow?”

Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I do..” he took a deep breath but didn’t seem to let the air go when he spoke, “but sometimes I just can’t get my brain to shut off. And my mom used to say that a bed is for sleeping, not thinking”

You chuckled softly, “Meaning?”

Steve shot you a lopsided smile, “Meaning, if you can’t catch sleep because you’re thinking too much, get out of bed for a while and try again later”

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Mad: Part 15

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside, some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 16

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I'm just saying, you could do better

gt;She took a deep breathe, downing the fiery light brown shot and shaking her head. Betty scrunched her nose as the warm liquid made its way down her throat.

Veronica squeezed her best friends shoulder and raised a brow as she shot back her own little glass. She had Betty’s back, she wasn’t going to let her get too drunk and make stupid mistakes all because she was upset. And man was she upset.

The beautiful blonde had stormed into her bedroom, red rimmed eyes and quivering lips as she declared they were going to Reggies party tonight and they were going to drink endless amounts of alcohol. Veronica just stared , fairly certain her eyes were deceiving her, the only indication that this was her best friend was the very Betty like please she had tacked onto the end of her rant.

Okay, if her girl needed to escape something she was gonna be there for her. She had a fairly good idea what was bothering the green eyed beauty anyway. It was the thing that was usually bothering her.

Her boyfriend of six months, Jughead Jones.

Speaking of Jughead, Betty pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, immediately pressing end when the silly picture of her typically moody boyfriend appeared on her screen. She couldn’t do this. Not now, not when the effects of the cinnamon fireball were hardly coming in to play.

It had all started this afternoon. Betty had been on her way out of cheerleading practice, when she saw him, or rather them.

Jughead was leaning against the locker room doors smirking at Ethel as she held onto his arm, showing him something on her phone. Obviously that wasn’t what had made her so upset, it was the lingering kiss Ethel had planted on his cheek that made her want to cry and also rip the shiny orange curls out of her once friends head all at once. To make matters worse Jughead didn’t look freaked out at all, he just slid his hand down Ethel’s arm and rolled his eyes, he finally spotted Betty and made his way over to her.

So she did what any mature, 17 year old girl would do.

She ran.

She ran so fast, her cheerleading skirt flipping behind her, his voice yelling out her name, as tears ran down her face. No. not again. She wasn’t second place. not.again.

She cried all the way to Veronica’s house, she had decided half way there she needed a drink. Or ten.

That brought her back to present day, grabbing a coors light from the six pack in front of her she followed Veronica over to the couch. The alcohol was finally settling in and she felt brave… and pissed.

Tipsy herself, Veronica shook a finger in her face

“I’m just saying B, he can’t do better than you. You oughta give him a call. Tell him how you really feel!”

Kevin was the most drunk of the three and he nodded

“Yes girl. Tell him exactly how you feel, tell him how you’re gonna find someone better tell him you’re gonna find someone cooooolll” he slurred

As foolish as this whole situation was, everything seemed to make sense to Betty and she set her shoulders back

“Ya know what? I think I will. I think I will call him.”

Pulling her cellphone out, she clicked on her first contact, God was he in for a storm.

He answered on the first ring, obviously shaken and relieved

“Betty? Thank god! Where are you? I’m at Archie’s, he said you didn’t even come home from school today! you haven’t answered any of my calls! And why the hell did you run away from me like that at school today?! why..”

Betty cut him off abruptly

“ I’m fine Jughead” she slurred slightly, accentuating every syllable in his name.

His end went quiet and he finally answered

“Are you drunk Elizabeth?” He whispered

She laughed cynically into her phone

“What’s it to you? I’m not drunk, I’m having fun! We can have fun can’t we? Ethel must be so fun right?”

“Ethel? What does she..” Jughead started

“It doesn’t matter, screw her!” She giggled loudly, slapping a hand over her mouth as Kevin and Veronica cracked up, nodding and encouraging her to go on. “Screw that new girl, she’s not crazy like me, I bet you like that. You can have her! I’m gonna go dance!”

“Betty, where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

She shook her head and laughed.

“No you’re not, you don’t care.” She pouted “Maybe you can do better than me Jughead, I’m just saying you can do better. I gotta go Reggie just brought out the keg.” She disconnected
The line. God that fireball worked quickly, she felt light on her feet as Kevin and Veronica dragged her to the middle of the room, joining the sweaty teens dancing.

She had been dancing for what felt like hours, when suddenly a very familiar pair of hands were on her waist, tugging her backwards and into a solid body. She couldn’t think clearly but she wasn’t drunk enough to let someone take advantage of her. She was getting ready to whip around when the smooth, velvety voice of her boyfriend dropped into her ear.

“Hey Juliet.”

She turned to see him smirking down at her, his hips moving with the music still clutching her waist. She was still angry but, god if this wasn’t the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Taking full advantage of the situation she began grinding into him, raising her arms to slip above his head and around his neck. He groaned audibly and she could feel how much he was enjoying this, the proof digging into her lower back.

Suddenly the music switched and the smooth voice of Drake filled the house, she turned her body around and slid her hands down his chest, her tiny fingers lingering and brushing on his zipper.

His eyes widened and his pupils were almost hiding the ocean blue, he let out a low growl and grabbed her hand, tugging her through the crown of people, and into what appeared to be Reggies parents room. As soon as the door slammed shut, he had her pushed up against the door, his hands all over her body as she hiked up a leg giving him better access to her sweet spot, she ran her fingers into his hair, tugging his mouth back up to hers almost painfully. He pulled back surprised, she was never this rough, she was always soft and gentle but this Betty? She didn’t need slow kisses and roaming hands, she needed it hard and rough and she needed it fast.

“Bed.” She growled through clenched teeth, her fingers moving to pull his shirt off, Jughead stopped her, holding her hands in his.

“Betty, you’re drunk. We don’t have to do this.” He placed a hand to her cheek but she quickly swatted it away

“I’m not drunk enough to not want this, I’m perfectly sobered up and I’m saying yes.” With that she shoved him on the bed and straddled him with a familiar ease. She vaguely remembered their first time, the awkward way he couldn’t find the hook to her bra, her trying awkwardly to help him out of his belt. They knew each other’s bodies back and forth now. Smiling slightly, she pulled off the tiny yellow tank top staring down at him as he watched her hungrily.

She dropped her mouth to his and he ran his hands over her smooth naked back, quickly unclipping the back of her bra, ripping off the unwanted barrier.

Things went fairly quick after that, they needed no warming up, as soon as he got her out of her skirt it was over. It was quick for both of them, passionate and hard. It was exactly what Betty wanted and what Jughead hadn’t known he needed.

Laying together after the fact, Jughead dropped a kiss to her head.

“Wanna tell me why you’re at reggie mantles house getting smashed?”

She sighed, stiffening again
“I saw you with Ethel, I saw her kiss you, you looked like you liked it. If you want her, I’m not gonna stand in the way. Maybe she’s what you need.”

He sat up at that, dragging her with him, she clutched the blanket to her chest as he grabbed at her face, “what on earth does that mean?”

She took a shaky breath averting his eyes
“I’m just saying, you could do better.”

She heard him chuckle, causing her to look up into his eyes hurt

“Betty Cooper you are absolutely crazy.”

Her jaw dropped and she tried to tug away

“Oh wow, thank you so..”
He dropped his lips to hers pulling her in for a kiss

“You’re my everything, I don’t want anyone else. Ever. I love you. I love you more than anything in this world, and if you think I would ever give you up, you’re absolutely nuts. Ethel is my friend and maybe she has a crush on me but I don’t care, she knows how much I love you, I don’t think you understand how much you mean to Me. There is no one better than you, I don’t want better when I already have the best.” He smiled that absolutely breathtaking smile and she sighed dropping her forehead to his

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m just insecure. I love you too, so much, I don’t want to lose you. Ever.” She took a deep breathe before pulling away “hey how did you get here so fast, I just called you?”

His eyes widened
“Oh shit, Archie drove me in his dads truck, I told him I was just gonna grab you and head out. He’s probably out there waiting right now.” He rubbed the back of his neck, gathering her clothes and handing them to her.

Betty laughed out loud

“Don’t worry, I’ll bet Ronnie found him, I highly doubt they’re missing us.”


“Just admit it, Violet you want him back,” you said staring down at the ghost girl in front of you.

Tate stood behind you cowering between your shoulder blades. You could feel his tears soaking into the back of your shirt. She could tell you everything Tate had or hadn’t done you would still love him and you weren’t going to let him be betrayed again. And if that made you as crazy and awful you didn’t care.

“I’m sorry, Tate,” she said quietly, “I was just so mad about what you did I-”

“You told me to go away,” Tate sobs as you took his hand in yours comfortingly.

“I know but I still-”

“That’s enough, Violet. You told him to go away and he went away. Maybe it time you went away too.”

The girls eyes widened as she stood still as a statue. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Go away, violet,” you said deadpanned.

When you opened your eyes the room was empty save for you and Tate who slowly came out of his hiding behind you. You turned to him and rested a hand on his cold tear stained cheek.

“I’ll never tell you to go away.”

Hidden Scar

Request: Could you write a reader x Alec Lightwood where he is helping her tend her wounds after a missions and he discovers her scars (which she’s self conscious about) from previous missions? Thank you!!                                                                                                                                           Warning:None!                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Note:I hope you’re going to like it so if you do let me know…:))                                                                                                                                               I was trying to get back to the Institute but since I was hurt pretty bad that was hard..Even if I activated my healing rune the pain was still unbearable.I was in some alley close to the Institute,but it looked so far away now..And then I felt my phone vibrating and I took it from my pocket..’Halo!’ I heard Alec voice on the other end and I instantly slapped myself mentally..’Y/N,where are you?” I took a deep breath before speaking..’Oh hey Alec,what’s up?’But unfortunately my voice shaked at the end because of a sharp pain on my side..’Y/N are you okay?’                                                                                                                   ‘Umm yeah don’t worry I’ll be there in a few.’And before he could answer me I hung up.                                                                                                               I was finally able to get to the Institute,I walked in and lucky  for me nobody noticed me so I keep walking straight to my room but then Izzy saw me..’Oh my God Y/N are you okay..’OH NO! ‘Yes,this isn’t my blood.’She looked at me suspiciously but nodded her head..And I walked in my room and closing the door leaning my head on them for a second catching my breath..But when I turned around I saw Alec standing with his arm crossed over his chest and I jumped..’Jesus Alec.’ He put his hands down and walked closer to me..’You’re hurt?!’It was more like statement then a question.’Pff,no I’m not.’I tried to avoid him but he stopped me grabbing by my wrist and just like that I winced because of pain..’Oh my God,You ARE hurt.Sit.’He showed me to sit down on the bed and I knew that arguing with him was pointless right now..’Alec you don’t have to,I already activated the healing rune.’He looked at me holding a wet towel..’Maybe but you’re still bleeding.’I didn’t said anything just let out a sigh..’Take off your shirt.’I looked at him confused..’Excuse me what?”               “Take off your shirt so I can take care of that too.’He showed with his index finger on my stomach and I instantly got sick,even if we were together for couple of months we still didn’t  took that “NEXT STEP”in our relationship..’Ohh that,really there is no need to.’ He gave me a death glare and a famous eyeroll..’Seriously Y/N?!”I hesitated for a minute ‘Okay,fine!’I pulled up my shirt and left it on the bed next to me,and the when I turned my gaze back to him  I saw him starring at my stomach and I didn’t even have to guess why,because I knew the reason it’s because of my huge scar from one of my previous battles with demons..’I immediately took the shirt and started pulling over my head but he stopped me..’Why didn’t you tell me?” I looked up from him to somewhere else in the room mumbling..’Because I was already self concious about it so I didn’t want anyone else to know except izzy.’ Then I saw annoying look on his face..’So that’s the reason why she’s been acting weird these couple of months?!’I looked at him..’Yeah,I guess.’ Then his face softened and he put his hands on my cheeks..’I love you Y/N and there’s no way in hell that for some stupid scar I’ll change my mind,understood?’I looked back at him smiling and then he kissed me,and that’s all I needed right now..’Understood.’     

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hey, can I request number 4 and 98 from the February list with Kai Parker and reader ? 😊 And I wanted to say that I love the new fanfiction with Kai Parker, keep going, loveing it 😍

Kai Parker - “Come here. Let me fix it.”

“Damn it!” You cursed while you stared at your reflection in the mirror. After being at war with your hair for at least half an hour, you were now fighting with your necklace. “Stupid thing! Just click!” You hissed between your teeth and you took another deep breath before you tried it again, but your fingers were simply trembling too much.

Come here. Let me fix it.” Kai held out his hand and you walked towards him and turned around. His hands were steady and calm and within a few seconds the necklace was around your neck. “Take a deep breath.” Kai turned you around and he placed his hands on your shoulders. “Anyone who wouldn’t pick you, would be an idiot.” His eyes met yours and you nodded.

There were quite a few idiots in the world. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of those idiots would be in charge of deciding on whether or not someone would get the internship.

“And if they don’t pick you because they are an idiot, I always have some methods to change that.” Kai smirked. Even though you had told him at least a thousand times that you didn’t want him to use compulsion to get something done for you, he didn’t seem to listen.

“We’ve talked about this…” You whispered, but Kai rolled his eyes and his grip on your shoulders tightened.

“I know. Something with unfair advantage, manipulation, free will, blabla, boring arguments, blabla, more nonsense, blabla…” Kai shook his head and he grabbed your chin to force you to look up at him. “What’s the fun of those vampire powers if I can’t use them to get my girlfriend to get that internship she wants so badly?”

“It’s just not fair towards the others, Kai.” You took a deep breath and you avoided his glance. The last thing you wanted right now was ending up in a fight. You were already nervous enough. “Maybe they are amazing and deserve this internship too!”

“Tss, as if anyone can ever be as amazing as you are!” Kai pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“Kai Parker, just because you don’t have the urge to kill me, like you have with everyone else, it doesn’t mean I’m the most amazing person in the world. Newsflash. I’m not.”

“I can make everyone believe you are? I don’t think it would even be that hard. I just compel a few important people, make them tell it on television or write it down in the tabloids and I’m sure everyone would believe them within a few weeks!” A scary kind of excitement was reaching his eyes, implying that there was a part of him seriously considering doing this.

“No, Kai Parker, no. You’re not going to do that.” You sighed and you shook your head. “If I promise that if that internship doesn’t work out because of some stupid reason you can fix it, will you please let that whole plan of yours to make me the most amazing woman in the world go?”

“I’ll think about it.” Kai kissed your lips and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “But only if you let me fix this whole thing if that internship doesn’t work out. Even if it’s because of a so called good reason, which I can’t imagine.”

“Fine, but let’s see if I can do it on my own first.”

3.15 coda

Connor wordlessly took Oliver’s hand as they pulled away from their hug.

“Do you have everything you brought?” Connor whispered once Annalise and Bonnie began to talk. Oliver shook his head before pressing a kiss to Connor’s cheek.

“Let me just get my laptop. I’ve been looking into every department’s database to try to track you down, but apparently no one does anything legal anymore with paperwork. Which, we need to talk about because corruption is going to be the cause of the decline of Philadelphia. Can we trust anyone?” Oliver took a deep breath, ready to continue with his rant.

“Hey, get your laptop so we can go home.” Connor interrupted him, pushing him in the direction of Bonnie’s kitchen.

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Escaping the party.. 

You walked out of the room. The music and people were a little too much at the moment. You walked upstairs towards an empty room. You entered the room in the corner of your eyes you saw balcony doors. Without thinking twice you walked towards the doors. You opened the doors and you let the cold wind hit your face.

The balcony was decorated elegant. There were a few flower pots on it and a little table on the corner with 2 chairs surrounding it. The balcony was little but well decorated. You sat in one of the chairs and you looked at the stars in the sky. You took a few deep breaths and you let your heart beat calm down. There were a little too much people at the Mikaelson compound and your body was getting a little bit of anxiety to have them all around you.

“I thought you said I was not going to show you my bedroom.” You hear Klaus voice behind you. You looked towards him. He was leaning in onto the door frame with a smile on his face. Without him leaving any time for you to answer he takes the empty chair next to you. “Are you okay, Y/N?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” You gave him a little smile. “Just needed a little rest from the party.”

He had this smile on his face that was making you crazy. You liked him but you have been conscious with him. Keeping your distance and of all trying not to fall for him but his face at this moment was making you crazy. It’s the alcohol you thought to yourself. Keeping in mind what he is and what he has done.

You looked away from his gaze and towards the sky again.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Klaus asks.
“Yes… It’s so a beautiful night.”
“Y/N?” You looked towards him. “Did I do something to hurt you?”
“What?” You were a little confused by his question. “What do you mean?”
“Well a few weeks ago we were pretty close and now you trying to get rid of me as soon as possible.”
Ooh, you thought to yourself. You were keeping your distance a little too obvious. You were falling for him that’s way you were doing it but you couldn’t tell him that. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was doing it.” You said to him with a fake smile.
“Is there something you’re not telling me.”
“No nothing.” You said quickly and you stand up from the chair. “I’m going downstairs again.”
“You’re doing it again.”
You didn’t stop to answer him you just kept walking towards the bedroom door. You had your face low and looking towards the ground. Before you could reach the door you were stopped in your tracks. You bumped into to Klaus. You looked up and he was watching you carefully.
“What’s wrong Y/N?” He asks it with this tone in his voice that just makes your body smelt. You looked down towards your feet again. He places a hand under your chin and makes you look towards him.
“Klaus.. I.” You swallowed before you continued your sentence. “I need to go… I’m sorry.” You tried to pass him but he didn’t let you.
“Y/N?” You looked him in the eyes and in just seconds your lips touched. You closed your eyes taking all this moment in. The kiss was desperate like he waited too long to do this. You broke the kiss and you looked at him. “Y/N stay

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“I’m off now,” Nico leaned down and put on her shoes, “those choreographies won’t practice themselves.” Turning around, she wrapped her arms around Maki’s neck and smiled. “Don’t miss me too much,” Nico whispered in her ear. Maki rolled her eyes and shook her head, “I won’t,” she replied before Nico gave her a small kiss on the lips which she reciprocated as a second nature. Nico let go and with a small wave she was off. Without Nico around, minutes felt like hours and hours like days. Maki found herself sitting in their bed not too long after the other had left; without work, chores or Nico to occupy her, she found that being on her own was really lonely. Looking down at the pillows, she took the one that wasn’t her own and hugged it. Taking a deep breath into it, Maki let the scent of her Nico-chan intoxicate her lungs with a soothing sensation. With the pillow still in her face, she lied down and wished her wife could come home sooner. 

Tyler Joseph Imagine- Part 2

*present time*

Later that night, Tyler was tidying up the apartment while a balsam scented candle burned, when a knock sounded on his door. He took a deep breath to prepare for whatever nonsense was about to go down, and reminded himself that he needed to play nice, before opening the door.

Y/N greeted him with a smile and a box that looked like takeout in her hand.

“I brought dinner,” she declares, holding the bag up in the air.

Tyler rolls his eyes, “It’s like nine thirty, did you think I hadn’t already eaten?”

She lets her arm fall to her side and glares at him, “The polite response would have been ‘thank you’, but no, it’s fine, really, your manners are wonderful.”

She pushes herself inside then, not bothering to wait for an invitation.

“Speaking of manners,” Tyler scoffs.

She completely ignores him, “Well?” she says, turning to face Tyler with her hand on her hip.

“Well what?”

“Are you going to teach me how to be your girlfriend or what?”

“I shouldn’t have to teach you how to be a girlfriend—“  Tyler rolls his eyes heavily, all while following her into the living room.

“Not just a girlfriend, idiot.  You’re girlfriend.  I need the details.  God, have you even thought about this at all?  Oh, and where’s your phone?”

“Uh,” Tyler patted at his pockets before pulling his phone out.  

He handed it over to her without really thinking.

“Right,” she says, “Come on then, smile big.”

She opens her arm for Tyler to stand close, before slinging it around him and counting to three. Tyler smiled, and at the last second, Y/N turns her head and kissed him on the cheek. Tyler’s skin felt the remnants of her lips, the shock shooting through his whole body. What the fuck?

“There,” she turned the phone so Tyler could look at the screen. “That’s your new lock screen.  Put my number in, too. Use some emojis or whatever.”

“Do you do this a lot?” Tyler asks.

“Hmm?” she hums, not paying much attention as she grabs a seat and starts opening the box of takeout on Tyler’s table.

“The fake-dating thing, you’re suspiciously good at it.”

She laughs, “No, but my mind wanders a lot when at work.  I thought it’d be a good idea.”

She cracks open the styrofoam lid of the box and the smell of Chinese food fills the apartment.  “So, is there anything I should know about your family before I meet them?” She asks, leaning back against the kitchen chair.

“Like what?” Tyler asks.  He joins her at the table by scooting out his own chair.

She rolls her eyes, “Like, maybe their names, for a start.  Are your siblings older or younger than you?  What’s the family dynamic? Just details that a boyfriend would tell his girlfriend.”

Tyler bit his tongue at her sassy tone and hated the idea of her intrusive questioning. But he had to give it to her, those were all things that she would know if she really was Tyler’s girlfriend though, so he sighed and answered.

“Madison, Zack and Jay,” he told him. “Those are my siblings’ names.  Mad’s twenty-two, Zack’s twenty-six, and Jay’s eighteen. Madison and Zack are both married.  Madison’s husband’s name is Will, and Zack’s wife’s name is Tatum.”

“Big family,” she remarks in between bites.

Tyler nods.

“So you’re the oldest,” she states.  “What about your parents?”

“What about them?”

“Are they together?”

Tyler nods.

“Any nieces or nephews?”

Tyler shakes his head.

“Any grandparents?”

Tyler nods.

“Any pets?”

Tyler shakes his head.

It continues like this all night.  Interrogation questions.  Tyler’s exhausted when he finally lays his head on his pillow that night, but it doesn’t stop him from staying awake and pondering the plan over in his head for hours after.

Tyler had told his family the vague truth about how he and Y/N met— that she stole his parking space on the first day he moved in and that she lived next door. The truth ended there.

Y/N insisted that they have a story for how they got together, in case anyone asked, so the official lie was that Tyler asked Y/N out after the party at her apartment.

They also discussed the more intimate details of their supposed love life.  

“Have we told each other ‘I love you’ yet?” she asked, after Tyler told her enough information about his family and life back in Columbus to make their relationship credible.

Tyler sputtered.  “What?”

“We’re supposed to have been dating for about five months, right?” she asks, “that seems reasonable.”

“I guess…” Tyler admits.  He was beginning to think that Y/N was a secret undercover agent of some sort.

“Okay, so we’re on the ‘I love you’ basis,” she says, almost to herself.  

“How affectionate are you around your family?”

“Excuse me?”

“Keep up, Joseph!” she says, clearly frustrated that she has to keep explaining herself.  “Do we hug, do we kiss, do we hold hands?”

“I— I don’t know,” Tyler says honestly.

“Well what have you done in the past when you’ve brought a girl home?”

Tyler bites his lip but stays silent.  He grits his teeth but feels his cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

She raises her eyebrows at his silence, but surprisingly doesn’t push.

“We’ll just try to be natural about it, okay?” she suggests.

That night, Tyler couldn’t sleep. Y/N had gone home a few hours ago, but Tyler’s head was still spinning with all the planning she’d put into this whole ordeal.  They’d be leaving for Columbus the next afternoon, and in some ways, Tyler couldn’t imagine pulling this off.  He’d spent a good portion of time wondering if Y/N was toying with him.  What if this whole thing was a way to prank Tyler and the second he brought her home she’d tell his family the truth?  

Tyler pushed that thought out of his mind, because in all honesty, he had no choice but to trust her at this point.

She showed up the next day with nothing but a duffel bag at her side.

“That’s all your bringing?” Tyler asks, shocked at how light it felt.

“Yeah, we’re gone for what? Four days?”

“I think I even packed more than you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she scoffs.

“Nothing, I just thought that girls always packed their entire wardrobe whenever they went anywhere.”

“That’s exaggeration and a stereotype,” she says, “want to throw a hyperbole in there, too?”

Tyler rolls his eyes before grabbing his own duffel bag.  He swings it over his shoulder before double checking the lock and shutting the door.  

“So how long’s the drive?” she asks on the way down to the car.  

“About five hours.”

She groans, and all Tyler can think is how much he agrees.  It’s bad enough being cooped up in a car for that long alone.  He can only imagine how much worse it will be with someone you’re not particularly fond of.  

“Do you get car sick?” Tyler asks.

“No, why?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “I just don’t think I could stand getting puked on by you again.”

He tries not to notice the shade of red instantly casting over her face, he tries even harder not to notice how adorable it is.  

“I’m glad you’re not a Christmas-music-type-of-person,” she says about half an hour into the drive.  

Tyler had said little to nothing so far, but he finds himself laughing at her comment.

“I love Christmas music,” he counters.  That was an exaggeration.  Tyler kind of didn’t mind Christmas music.  He just really felt the need to disagree with everything she said.

“Well then I’m glad you’re not forcing me to listen to it,” she alters.  Tyler glances over to see her staring out the window.  She was fiddling with the ring on her finger as she gazed at the highway passing by.

“Why do you hate Christmas music so much?”

She just shrugs.

“You can’t be a Grinch around my family, okay?  They love the holidays and you can’t bring those negative, Scrooge vibes to Columbus.”

“Don’t worry, I brought my reindeer sweater,” she says, offering Tyler the slightest smile.

Tyler knew there was something up.  He could sense it by the sad tone to her voice.  He was used to snarky comebacks and constant defenses.  But instead, she sounded defeated.  Tyler knew there was a story behind her hatred, but he didn’t push.  

“Josh will probably stop by,” he says.  The silence was making him uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“Pink haired guy,” she says, still staring out the window.

“Yeah, he’s been my best friend for years now.  He knows about all of this, says he’ll play along.”

“Oh yeah?  And what’s he think of it?”

“Thinks it’s mental.  Thinks I should just tell my family the truth.”

“And why don’t you?” she asks, finally tearing her eyes away from the outdoor scenery to look at Tyler.  

Tyler reciprocates Y/N’s earlier shrug.  “If you knew them, you’d understand.”

She nods thoughtfully before leaving it alone.  Tyler was grateful.  

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Tyler asks after a few minutes of utter silence.

Y/N looks up at Tyler again and nods ever so lightly.  He wouldn’t have even seen it if he hadn’t been staring right at her.  Tyler tightens his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning a soft shade of white.  He wonders if he’s prying too much, but he really was curious.

He goes for it, “How come you were so willing to come spend the holidays with me?  I mean it’s Christmas, didn’t you have anything better to do?” He adds a little laughter on at the end to ease the tension in the car.  

When she doesn’t answer at first, Tyler wonders if he’s upset her.  He looks over anxiously to the passengers side and see’s her fiddling with her fingers again, staring down at her lap.  She opens her mouth to speak, before closing her eyes and replacing it with a grin.  

“I just thought I’d fit in one more good deed before the New Year,” she answers as she folds her hands in her lap.

A deluded answer.  How shocking.  

Tyler thought about all the things he told her to prepare for this entire scheme.  He told her past stories and family traditions.  Things so near and dear to his heart, and it was only now that he realized that he knew absolutely nothing about her.  

“It’s not fair, you know?”


“That you know so much about me, and I know nothing about you.”

She rolls her eyes, “Let’s not forget who’s doing who the favor here, alright?”

Tyler scoffs, “That may be so, but how stupid am I going to look if my mom starts asking me questions about you when you’re not around, and I can’t answer them?”

Y/N scrunches her nose, and Tyler realizes that she hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.  He feels relieved knowing that she’s not quite the expert he originally thought.  Maybe she was human after all…

She pulls her legs up on the front seat and wraps her arms around her legs, pulling them tightly to her chest.  “Fine,” she remarks.  “My dad’s a pharmacist and my mom’s a teacher.  They live in Kalamazoo with my younger twin sisters, Isabel and Cassie.  We have a golden retriever named Gravy and the reason that we’re going to your family’s instead of mine’s is because we were at my family’s for Thanksgiving.”

Tyler narrows his eyes, “You have a dog named Gravy?” he asks in disbelief.

She rolls her eyes, “His fur color resembles gravy,” she says as if it’s a fact he should have known.

“Okay, okay,” Tyler lets out a sigh, “Was any of that true?”

“Of course it’s true,” she snaps, “Why would I lie?”

Tyler puts his hands up in defeat and shrugs, “Okay, okay… just checking.”

The ride drags on torturously slow, especially after Y/N falls asleep in the passengers seat with her face pressed against the window.   He can’t help but cast occasional glances her way.  He watched as a strand of her hair slowly slides in the her face.  It rises and falls with each breath she takes.  Tyler’s not sure why, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how peaceful and pretty she looked while sleeping.  He tried pushing the thought out of his head, she was rude and loud and puked on his shoes for Christ’s sake.  He shook his head and started drumming his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel, trying to push through the last hour of driving without crashing the car from staring at his passenger.  

He finally stops for gas about forty five minutes outside of Columbus.  He wanted to push through, but his poor car just wouldn’t allow it.  

He’d never admit it, but he slams his door extra loud in an innocent attempt to wake her up.  He’d spent the last hour and a half sitting in absolute silence and he actually craved her company.  He smiles, pleased with himself, when she stirs awake.   He pretends not to watch through the window as he pumps fuel and purposely turns his head away once he notices her looking around, dazed.  

She’s in the midst of a grandeur yawn when Tyler climbs back in the driver’s seat.

“Nice little nap?”

“Shut up,” she snarls.

How pleasant, Tyler thinks as he continues his route back home.  Maybe she could fall back asleep again for all he cares.  

They arrived in the early evening. Tyler had Y/N announce their presence by having her text Zack when they were pulling into the driveway.  

Y/N surveyed the house as she unwrapped the scarf from around her neck. Tyler looked at her wide-eyed gaze, wondering what she was thinking about.

He didn’t have to wonder for long though… “Your house is fucking huge—“ she sputters, turning to look at Tyler from across the car.

He shrugs, “It’s just home.”

“Just home?” she gasps, “What are you, a fucking princess or something?”

“Shut it—“ Tyler snarls as he hears the front door bustle open.

“Tyler!” an array of voices shriek.  

He plasters the fake smile on his face and rushes around the car to greet his family.

His mother, of course, is the first one out.  She’s wearing an apron around her waist and has a spoon with cookie batter on it in her hand.  She wraps him up in a giant hug and plants a kiss on his cheek.  He smiles at her.

“Hi mom.”

The rest of the family piled out and Tyler next noticed Jay beaming and turning to Madison with a smirk. “You owe me twenty bucks.”

Madison gave him the stink eye in return. “Shit.”

“Why do you owe him twenty bucks?” Tyler wondered.

Jay smirks devilishly before casting a glance at Y/N, still lingering by the car.  “She didn’t think Y/N was real,” he informed him, “But I had faith in you, Ty guy.”

“You bet on me?” Tyler asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” Jay and Madison said in unison, like it was completely normal to bet on your brother’s relationship status. This kind of behavior was why he needed a fake girlfriend in the first place.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters, shaking his head.  

“Exactly,” Madison says, then turned back to Jay. “That was really immature of us. Which is why I’m going to hold off on that twenty bucks.”

“You’re such a shit—“

“Stop!” Tyler’s mom says, “Enough, all of you!”  She then turned to Y/N, who was hastily holding her duffel bag and looked overwhelmed already.  

Tyler squeezed his eyes shut, this was such a bad idea.

“Jay, help her with her bag,” Tyler’s mom ordered.  Jay obliged, skipping over and taking it from her hands.  

“Thanks,” she says sweetly.

“I’m Jay,” he introduces, holding out his hand.  

She shakes it kindly and returns his smile, “I’ve heard so much about you.”  

Tyler was impressed by how confident she suddenly seemed.

“Wish we could say the same about you,” Zack suddenly appears.  He introduces himself and shakes her hand, Tyler wanted to strangle him. If Y/N actually was his girlfriend, that statement would be extremely hurtful. He had no class. “But Tyler’s always really evasive when you get brought up.”

But she laughs it off easily.  Tyler was starting to become grateful for the easy confidence he usually found annoying. “That’s probably payback for that time I stole his parking space.”

After introductions were over, Tyler and Y/N made their way up to Tyler’s room to ‘get settled in’, as his mom called it.  She opened the door and let out a hasty sigh upon noticing the double bed in the center of the room.

“Oh goodie,” she said sarcastically.

Tyler honestly hadn’t thought about that—  

Y/N sat on the bed whilst pulling on her hooded sweatshirt, “So how thick are we laying this on?” she asks.  

Tyler raises his eyebrows in contemplation, “Pretty thick I’d say, if they were betting on me…”  

She chuckles, “Yeah, what the hell was that all about?”

Tyler shakes his head, “Oh, just you wait…”

“You have a beautiful home,” she says to Tyler’s mom as they join her in the kitchen.  “We brought over some leftover cookies,” Y/N announces sweetly, moving around Tyler in the kitchen with the container he didn’t even notice she brought.  He gets goosebumps as she ever-so-gently brushes her hand over his hip convincingly.  “Tyler and I baked them this week, but I see you guys have started baking without us,” she motions towards the spoon in Tyler’s mom’s hand.  

She poked her lower lip out into a pout that Tyler wanted to wipe off her face. He couldn’t decide if it was annoying or adorable, and that worried him.

“Oh my goodness!” his mom gasps, holding out her hands to take the container, “We just baked these from a package, I’m sure whatever you brought is much better!”  

She opens the lid and observes the cookies, “You convinced Tyler to bake?” she asks surprised.

“It was like pulling teeth, but the rules were that if he licked the spoon, he had to help,”  she slides into his side and wraps her arm around his waist lovingly.  Tyler instinctively coils his arm around her and waits for a reaction.

Everyone laughs at her remark.  As Y/N smiles up innocently at Tyler, he grows suspicious that they might just end up liking her more than him by the end of this.    

Later that night, everyone had congregated to the living room.  Tyler noticed Y/N lingering around the Christmas tree.  She seemed in awe and he was about to go join her, but Madison beat him to it.

“Hey,” she says smiling, “Sorry about the whole, not-thinking-you-were-real-thing…” she says, blushing slightly.

Y/N smiles, “Hey, for twenty bucks, I would’ve done the same.”

They both rejoin Tyler and the rest of the family by the couches where Tyler’s dad is using the remote to flip on the DVD player.  

“Y/N, I don’t know if Tyler told you, but it’s tradition for us to watch A Muppet’s Christmas Carol, every year,” Tyler’s dad says from the recliner.  “Have you seen it?”

Maybe he’s imagining things, but Tyler swears he feels Y/N stiffen beside him.

“Yeah, I love that movie,” she says.  Her voice is thick, but only Tyler seems to notice.  

It’s a tight squeeze this year.  Tyler’s parents claim the recliners in the room, while Zack and Tatum occupy the love-seat.  Jay plops in the bean bag chair normally located in his bedroom, and Madison and Will snuggle closely on the couch.  Tyler plants himself on the couch beside his sister before making enough room for Y/N.  He hadn’t thought about it before Y/N mentioned cuddling, but this would be where they really had to sell their relationship. They needed to look comfortable in each other’s space–it would definitely raise suspicion if they didn’t.

Y/N squeezes beside him, giving him a look of intention before burrowing into his side.  She nods ever so into his side, as if to ask, “is this okay?”  Tyler responds by wrapping an arm around her frame, trying to pay no mind to the fluttering in his stomach.  

Y/N shifted slightly as the opening credits played, and Tyler became all too aware of their proximity.  She was warm next to him, her head so close to Tylers’ that he briefly stopped breathing in an effort to stop fluttering her hair.  Her breath on the other hand, was slow and rhythmic, and Tyler could imagine being lulled to sleep wrapped up like this.

Fuck, they hadn’t even been sitting together ten minutes and Tyler was already completely losing his mind.  Tyler tried to focus on the movie to take his mind off of her, and he succeeded for a little while until she grabbed his loose hand in hers and started stroking his skin ever so lightly, and every nerve in his body was on alert again.  She seemed to notice his discomfort and immediately let go, in what Tyler was sure was an attempt to be respectful or whatever.  But Tyler frowned at that response and gathered her hand in his again.  He smiled when she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Tyler couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, and instead found himself wondering how natural and right this felt.  It was nice for once to not be subjected to a bean bag chair, alone on Christmas.  And with her, it felt even better.  

He was in trouble.

As the movie went on, Tyler felt like Y/N was uncomfortable.  He scooted his body up in order to get a good look at her face, and when wet eyes and pierced lips were what he saw, he immediately knew something was up.  But she stared straight ahead at the screen through the movie.  

Finally, Tyler thought of a cop-out.

“I don’t know about you babe, but I am beat from that drive…”

She looks up at him, confused.

“Oh, I can only imagine how exhausted you must be,” Tyler’s mom gushes, “Why don’t you head to bed?”

Tyler let’s out a yawn, “You know what, I think I will.  You coming?” he asks her.

She nods softly before standing up from the couch, even taking his hand in the process.

“Thank you again for inviting me, I’m so happy to be here,” she says sweetly.

She’s answered by an abundance of “goodnights” and “sleep well’s” before they’re off to the bedroom for the night.

Tyler hears her tiptoeing back from the bathroom, all changed into some shorts and a pajama shirt once they’re upstairs.  

“Thanks for uh- rescuing me on that one,” she says, not quite meeting Tyler’s eye.

“Yeah sure, Muppets make me emotional too,” he jokes.

She nods and smiles softly, dumping her dirty clothes into her duffel.  “That movie just reminds me of someone.”

“Is it yourself? Because you kind of resemble a Scrooge.”

She laughs and playfully pushes his shoulder.  “I am not a Scrooge,” she argues.

“I know, I know- I’m only kidding.”

Tyler grabs an extra blanket from the closet and plops a pillow down on the floor.  He notices Y/N biting her lip anxiously from the bed, like she’s thinking really hard.

“You know-“ she starts, “They could pop their head in, in the morning, or something.  If they see you sleeping on the floor, our cover’s gonna be blown. Why don’t you just sleep up here?  We might as well go all in, right?”

Tyler squints his eyes at her, sure he’s hearing things incorrectly.

“Are you sure?  You don’t have to, we can think of a lie if anyone sees…”

She shakes her head, “No, I’m sure— come on up.”  She scoots herself over so that there’s room for Tyler in the bed.  He picks up his pillow and blanket before sliding in beside her.  

Both of them lay awkwardly on their backs.

“Are you comfy?” he asks.

She nods beside him, “I’m good.”

Tyler snaps off the bedside lamp, illuminating the hundreds of star stickers that Tyler had plastered over his ceiling as a kid.

He hears Y/N gasp beside him, “That’s so cool—“ she says.  

“I stuck those up there when I was five,” Tyler tells her.  “I was always afraid of the dark but didn’t want a nightlight, so my mom came home with a bunch of light-in-the-dark stickers instead.  I loved space, so these made me feel extra safe.”

Tyler inhales as he feels Y/N lean her head on his shoulder softly.  

“I like your family,” she tells him.

“Well that’s good, cause they definitely like you.”

She scoffs as if she doesn’t believe him, “They barely know me…”

“Trust me, my mom’s treating you the same way she treated Tatum the first time Zack brought her home.  And my dad made a comment about how I ‘picked a good one’ while you were with Will and Mad.  They like you.”

She sighs deeply, “Is it weird that I’m really relieved?  Like this is a fake relationship, but I still really want their approval?” she laughs, “How weird is that?”

Tyler frowns at her reminder that this wasn’t real.  He squeezes his eyes shut and firmly pushes the urge to grab her hand again out of his head.  Yeah, he was definitely in trouble.  


Aron: “You have one last chance to tell me, Elena. I’ll find her anyway.”

Elena: *gasping for air* “….fuck…..you…..”

Aron: “Fine. Your choice. You know, it’s too bad you didn’t see it my way. But you made me do this. Made me hurt you. This is your fault. All I wanted was to see my daughter.”

Knowing he couldn’t let her go now, Aron prepared himself to do what he knew he must. She had to die and he had to kill her. It was the only way. Without giving himself time to back out, Aron took a deep breath and plunged the knife deep into Elena’s abdomen. 

BTS Reaction to: You Thinking They Will Hit You During a Fight

Jin: took it v seriously, taking a deep breath and asking you to take a seat. once you’re both sitting down, he’ll tell you why he was so mad and go on to say that, “no matter my anger or frustration, i would never ever lay a hand on you. it’s disgusting and it’s never even crossed my mind. can you ever forgive me for making you think i would do such a thing?”

Originally posted by jeonggu

Suga: like seokjin, takes a mature approach to the situation. he’ll explain his feelings, let you explain yours and then maybe order pizza, “on me, since i was a big enough jackass tonight to make you think i’d hit you”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

J-Hope: this cry baby oppa broke out into tears. “i would never do something like that to do. i can’t believe i made you feel like i would. i don’t deserve you”

Rap Monster: has admitted before that he was kind of intense in a previous relationship so i can see that being the reason for the fight. he saw you w some guy and lost it, shouting at you and going to tug at his hair from sheer frustration. when you flinch, he takes a big step back, putting as much space between you as possible. “you know … that i would never do that, right? i was only going to pull my hair bc i thought you were going to leave me. i guess now you have reason to”

Originally posted by ayoyoongi

Jimin: is actually a v sensitive guy. he tears up and gingerly hugs you, worried you’ll flinch again. “jagi, you mean more to me than anything else in the world. i would never disrespect you or any woman like that. ever. so, please, don’t flinch like that again. can you forgive me?”

Originally posted by suga-com

V: was confused. “yah, woman! what are you flinching for? is there a draft?”

Originally posted by taehyungifs

Jungkook: it took him a moment to figure out why you flinched. “are you serious? you thought i would? … jagi, i would never do something like that. i love you too much”

Originally posted by jungkooz

real talk though, i can’t imagine bts ever hitting their s/o. and if you’re ever in a relationship w domestic or psychological violence: get help! no matter what he or she is threatening you w; tell someone, call the police and leave them. i’m sure your country has helplines and websites to help you and don’t ever be ashamed to avail of those services. it doesn’t make you weak, no one will judge you. i know it’s easier said than done, esp for guys since there’s such a stigma around men being abused. but be strong and break free of this type of relationship. idc who you are, what you look like, your religion/race/sexuality blah blah blah; you deserve better


Catching Peter’s attention… part 3

You can read part 1 here & part 2 here.

You were stuck between the fridge and Peter’s body. Both of you looking each other in the eyes. You couldn’t believe what just happened, he just kissed you and you liked it.
Your mind came to senses and you pulled away from his gaze.
“I have to go..” You said to him trying to get yourself out of between the fridge and his body. He takes a step back letting you make your way towards the door.
“Y/n?” He says before you reach the door. You looked back at him. “Don’t see this as a mistake.” You looked away and walked out of the room.  

You took a few deep breaths before you entered the room were Derek and Scott were.
“Hej guys..” both looked at you, “I think I’m  going home. I’m pretty tired.”
“Great help you are,” Scott said immediately.
Derek hits Scott softly on his chest and looks towards you. “It’s fine. Do you want me to bring you home?”
“I don’t want to be any trouble” you gave him a smile. You didn’t want him around at the moment. You were afraid he would be angry at you because of the shared kiss with Peter. You were nothing going to tell him but well Derek was Derek and in someway he would know sooner or later. “plus Scott may need your help.”
“I can take her.” a voice behind you said. Derek’s face expression changed. You looked back towards the voice and you saw Peter walk towards the three of you. You heartbeat raised. You looked back at Derek and you saw him watching you carefully. Watching every movement you made. You tried to calm yourself, hoping your heartbeat would drop and he would forget about it.
“You can stay with Scott I will bring her home,” Derek said firmly.
Peter nod towards Derek and gave you a wink.

The car ride was quiet and Derek looked at you from time to time. You kept your heart quite as possible trying to hide the nervous from Derek but well it didn’t help. 

“Y/n is everything okay?” You looked towards him.
“Yes, why do you ask?” You tried to sound as casual as possible.
“Well, your heartbeat is raised.” You looked at him and gave him a fake smile. “You had been quite the hold trip.” He pulled over to your house. “and you smell like Peter.” Your heart stopped. “Did he hurt you?”
“No, he..” You took a deep breath.”We..” You looked towards him and you knew you had to tell him. You couldn’t think of anything else. “When I was getting a drink, he… well, he pinned me up between the fridge and him….” Before you could continue you sentence. Derek got out of the car. He walked behind the car, stopped behind the car and he stayed there for a few seconds you watch his body stretch and you heard a grow. His body got to normal again and he walked to your side of the car.
He opened the door and you were staring him in the eyes. “I’m staying with you tonight it’s full moon and if he already pinned you to the wall he may make his way here.” His voice was bossy and angry. You were a little bit afraid of him at the moment. You nod your head and got out of the car and you walked directly to the front door. You didn’t look back at him of waited for him. You got into the house and you left the door open for Derek to get in.

You were making tea in the kitchen. Derek was sitting at the table staring at you. You couldn’t take it anymore he would have to know that Peter didn’t hurt You. The look in his eyes said enough, he would kill him you didn’t want that. You dropped hot water into the teacups.
You sat one of the cups in front of Derek and you sat in front of him.
“Derek, Peter didn’t hurt me.” He looks at you confused. “You didn’t let me finish my sentence outside. He… well, we kissed.” He was looking at you his face had no expression. “Derek..” He didn’t respond. He was making you afraid of him.  “Derek..” You stand up from the chair and walked towards him. You touched his shoulders and his gaze met yours immediately. He stands up from his chair. You took a step back. He looked at you still with no expression on his face. He walked towards the door and exited the house without saying anything.

My Business: Part 2


part 1/2

Warning: angst


Word Count: 2564

Author: Author Jazzi

Tae shut the door in Hoseok’s face, staring right at you, a bit of sadness in his eyes.

“Don’t think about leaving, just because he wants you to.” He told you, his jaw clenched tightly.

You nodded slowly, “I wasn’t going to accept it, Tae.”

He hitched his breath, “I’m Avery’s dad. You have no reason to meet with him. “ he warned.

You nodded once more, looking into Taehyung’s eyes.

He smile warmly, “Let’s make her breakfast!” He said excitedly, as he skipped into the kitchen. You took a deep breathe before following after him.

He had already taken everything he could out of the fridge. You sighed with a giggle, “Tae we don’t need all this stuff to make her breakfast.”

You’d never actually seen him cook. He was obviously confused.

“You still haven’t learned how to cook?” You asked him as you started putting things you didn’t need to make pancakes.

“How hard can it be?” He asked.

You laughed “Avery is picky.”

“I’m her dad Y/N, she’ll love what I make her.” He said confidently.

You laughed again and nodded, “Sure she will.”

He smiled widely.

He attempted to make her a full breakfast with side dishes; but burned it all. All that was left was eggs and rice.

“How about we just go out to eat

You didn’t attempt helping him, he wanted to make Avery breakfast on his own. Plus it was just funny to watch him struggle through it. He was working so hard to be a good dad to Avery already. You knew it was a good decision to take him up on his offer. She didn’t just need to know her father, she needed to know that her father cared for her. It was apparent that Hoseok didn’t care about her at all.

He wanted to make sure she never came up in his life.

“Mommy!” You heard Avery call out, and you went to her bedroom. Wrapping her up in your arms you hugged her tightly, before sitting down on a chair. It was time to explain Taehyung to her. You knew she’d be excited and a bit confused.

“Ave do you remember when I told you that your daddy, couldn’t see you yet because he was going around the world with his music?” You asked her.

She wasn’t paying much attention, just playing with your hair.

“Avery, honey, The man that babysit you yesterday…did you like him?” You asked her.

She nodded before rambling on about how fun he was and how he played with her all day long.

You smile, listening to her talk about how much she liked Tae. She giggled with a wide grin as she spoke.

“Baby, that’s your daddy.” You told her, gently petting her hair. She looked at you with a bit of shock. “Really mommy?” She asked, “He came to see me?”

You nodded softly, giving her gentle smile. She jumped down and started dancing. “I have a daddy!!” She sang and giggled.

You laughed, “He wants to take us out to breakfast. Do you want to get dressed?”

She nodded, catching her breathe from the dancing. “Mommy can you pick out my dress?” She asked, jumping up on your lap.

You dressed her in her favorite pink knit jumper, jeans and boots.

When you finished dressing her Taehyung came through the door, he was redressed in jeans, a white shirt and a jean jacket. He knelt down and placed a bear face mask over her face. He giggled, “Wow you look cute.” He said gently pinching her cheeks.

He also handed you one that matched hers, and his. “Why do we need these?” Avery asked.

He picked her up, “Because, I’m a big star. Since a lot of people will try to take your picture, you should wear this mask.” He laughed when she hugged him.

“But I like getting my picture taken, daddy.” Avery said.

You smiled widely. She called him daddy so naturally. It made you even more excited.

You snuck off while he was explaining the mask to her, you excitedly got dressed. Your outfit slightly matching a pink knit cardigan, white shirt, and high heel booties.

Tae walked into your bedroom with Avery on his back.

“Our daughter is starving. We better get going.” He walked over to you. You put on your mask and you all headed out.

Tae was right, when you first walked out together, there were only a few people following. Fans that recognized him, and wanted pictures. But when he took your hand, everything picked up. Reporters gathered around the restaurant.

Avery sat on his lap, wearing his shades so the camera flashes wouldn’t hurt her eyes.

He happily fed her, acting as if the cameras weren’t there at all.

You couldn’t ignore them though. You sat turned away from the large window.

You didn’t really want anyone to see your face.

All at once Taehyung’s phone started ringing. Even though he ignored it, they called over and over and over again.

You glanced at his phone and saw that he had missed calls from his manager, even his CEO was calling.

You looked at Taehyung, worried about what you’d gotten him into. It was a good idea when he proposed it; but now that you were started, you didn’t know if it was going to be okay.

“Your Korean is so good, Avery. You must be really smart, like your daddy.” He complimented Avery.

She giggled in response, happily eating what he fed her.

“Taehyung, your phone keeps ringing.” You said softly.

He looked at you with a soft smile; but you couldn’t find it in yourself to smile back.

“Let’s not worry about that today. I wanna enjoy my first day with Avery.” He said with a comforting voice.

After breakfast he took you to the park. He kept the both of you close, people surrounded the area he was playing with Avery in.

“Who is that?” You heard a reporter yell as Tae pushed Avery on a swing.  You froze, looking at him. The joy never left his face. His sweet smile still stretched across his face. He was just excited to be there with Avery.

“She’s my daughter and this is her mother.” He answered suddenly.

You looked at him in shock. You didn’t think he’d just blurt it out like that. Suddenly the camera flashes doubled, along with the noise. All the reporters were talking and you knew the news had to be across the world as soon as he said it.

You picked Avery up off the swing, he pushed her on.

“Taehyung…I think we should get going now. It’s too much noise.” You said.

He nodded taking your hand, “Fine. I needed to see namjoon anyways.”

He walked with you away from the crowd. Some followed you, until he hailed a cab. The car ride was long, and Avery fell fast asleep.

You stayed quiet, the only thing breaking what would have been an awkward silence, was the radio announcer. He was talking about Taehyung. “BTS’ V’s secret daughter and her mother were revealed today while they played in a park together. Will this be the end of his career?” The announcer said. You quickly looked at him. He shook his head and raised his hands to his lips, pointing down at sleeping Avery in your arms he asked you to be quiet.

Your heart raced, was Tae meeting namjoon so that he could be fired?

You didn’t think about how selfish your decision was. Tae wasn’t thinking about himself, you should have.

That’s all you could think about, the entire ride to his company.

You stared at his seemingly calm face. He didn’t seem to be phased by his current situation.

He was facing big consequences and he didn’t seem to care.

The cab slowly came to a stop as you approached the company.

You all got out, “Don’t interfere no matter what is said or no matter what happens.”

His face was now serious. He took your hand and walked into the building. Past nearly a hundred reporters, snapping your and Avery’s pictures.

You got into the company and he lead you to the elevator. It was a nerve wracking ride up and you held tightly to Tae’s hand. Avery played with your hair, oblivious to what was going on.

When the elevator stopped and you all walked out, you immediately calmed you. Jin was waiting in the hallway.

He looked at you with comforting eyes.

He patted Taehyung on the head, “You two give me Avery and go inside.” Jin said picking Avery up out of your arms. Tae grabbed your hand walking into the meeting room.

The other five members sat at the table with two managers. You didn’t make eye contact with Hoseok. Jimin suddenly wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. “Don’t worry Y/N. None of us are angry with you. We all support you.” He said rubbing your back.  “Yeah Noona! We support you all no matter what.” Jungkook stated with a cute and charming smile.

You smiled softly and looked down. You were surprised and a bit ashamed for putting them in that situation.

Namjoon stood up “We decided as a group to follow Taehyung’s lead. If they want to get rid of him then they don’t want any of us.” He said. The others agreed with him.

Tae giggled running over to hug Namjoon. “Ah Hyung! You really love me!” He said.

Namjoon gently patted his shoulder agreeing with his outburst.

You looked up to see Hoseok glaring at Tae.  Tae ran back to your side his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

One of the managers explained that the company didn’t want to kick him out of the group, they just wanted him to make an official statement. They wanted to spin the headlines, so that it didn’t seem like he was hiding you and Avery; but protecting you both from the spot light.

You knew now why Taehyung wasn’t phased by all the attention. He knew the other boys would have his back. You just wish he’d told you that.

Hoseok stood up, “Taehyung and Y/N let’s go talk somewhere.”

He walked out of the room without another word. You looked at Tae as he lead you behind Hoseok. You walked into another meeting room. It was just three of you.

Before you could stop anything, Hoseok’s fist connected with Taehyung’s eye. He fell to the floor.

You covered your mouth immediately running to Taehyung’s aid.

You glared at Hoseok. “What’s your problem?!” you yelled.

“What do you mean, He’s claiming my fucking daughter as his! What’s wrong with both of you.” He yelled.

You stood up. “Taehyung was good enough to stay by my side when you wanted to get rid of us! You should thank him! Now you don’t have to worry about us!” You responded.

“She’s mine…you’re m-”  he started; but you suddenly screamed.

“When you decided to ask me to leave, you gave us to him. Don’t claim us as yours and don’t touch him again. He’s her dad now; because you didn’t want her bad enough. This isn’t about me or You. It’s about Avery.” You said.

You grabbed Tae’s hand, helping him up off the ground.

Jin met you in the hallway. “Why don’t you take him to your house and the other boys and I will look after Avery for the night.” He insisted.

Before you could disagree, Avery excitedly expressed that she wanted to stay with Jin.

You agreed, placing Taehyung’s mask and sunglasses on, along with your own. A manger snuck you out the back and into a car and they drove you back to your apartment.

You thought the whole ride, on how to apologize to him. He was suffering because of your choice in man. He was such a loyal friend that he was going to help you by going this far. He was being incredible.

When inside your apartment you sat him down on the couch and grabbed the first aid kit. Standing in front of him, you carefully and gently applied medicine to the cut on his eye.

“Taehyung~ I’m sorry that he hit you.” You said softly.

Your voice trembled slightly, your hand shook as you touched his eye.

He gently grabbed your wrist. “None of his actions are your fault Y/N. I know he’s just upset right now. It isn’t the first time he’s hit me or the last and it’s not like I’m not gonna get a few in back. We’re brothers.  Things happen and we fight.” He explained.

“But nothing like this,” you sighed, “it was a mistake to make you do this.”

You looked away from him. You knew the face he was making. He probably wasn’t happy with your apology.

“I don’t regret doing this, so don’t you dare try to regret it. We’re in this together.” He said.

You looked down at him, and he was smiling.

you looked deeply into his eyes, trying to see more than just the outside. Did he really feel this way? Was he really going to be this good to Avery?

“Why are you doing this for us.” You asked.

He laughed softly, “I’ve been in love with you since you dated Hoseok Y/N. Why wouldn’t I want to take care of you after he broke your heart?”

You looked at him, in shock at his sudden confession.

He smiled at you, pulling you close until you were straddling his lap.

“If you still love him, just say so; but give me a chance to love you the way I want to.” He said

“Taehyung I-” he cut you off with a sudden kiss. You were hesitant but you kissed him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing yourself closer to him.

His hands smoothly traveled down your body, and to your thighs. He caressed them lovingly as he laid you back.

He broke the kiss for a moment, looking at your body under him; before pulling off his shirt. He dived back in, kissing your neck sweetly. Lightly nibbling at your skin as he pressed himself against you.

You gently ran your fingers through his hair, soft moans coming from you.  You brought your hips up to meet his.

You tried thinking about what he’d said; but every thought left your mind when his tongue met with your skin, lapping at the hickeys he’d made.

You ground up against him, trying to create friction. You felt him unbuttoning your jeans and swiftly take them off.

He gently ran his fingers over your pantie lines. You looked up at him. He looked over your body hungrily, biting his lips as he touched your skin.

He ran his fingers over your clothed core, that was soaking in anticipation.

“I can really love you better than he can, Y/N,” He looked into your eyes, “Give me a chance.”

A/n: hiii here’s part two. I hope you enjoy it. I promised to post it before I started classes so I worked on it while I was on a trip with friends.  There are more parts to come. Tell me who you think the reader should end up with. Hobi or Tae?


Pairing: Misha Collins x Reader
Word count: 1,086
Warnings: None. Light angst I guess.  
Challenge:  This was written for @babypieandwhiskey’s Cam’s Darndest Things Writing Challenge. My prompt was “Have you pooped today?”

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Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Summary: You get a welcome surprise a week after your husband Sam leaves for his latest tour with the army

Warnings: Swearing, pregnant reader (there goes the surprise lmao)

A/N: Not a request, just thought it’d be cute!

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I hate you, I love you

A/N: An imagine for the lovely Theo Raeken. I was doing this for my story because my character has such a Raeken personality. So, here you guys go. Besides, I’ve always wanted to write teen wolf smut.

Song inspiration:  I hate you I love you I hate that I love you
Don’t want to, but I can’t put nobody else above you

You let a few tears drop and turned your sadness into anger. 

He didn’t deserve to make you feel like that. 

You opened his front door and let yourself in. 

Footsteps from upstairs made your heart beat faster. 

The anger and sadness rolled off your skin like smoke from a barbeque. 

Once he caught the chemo signals in the air he already knew it was you. 

He saw you standing near the door pacing back and forth. 

Theo took a deep breath. 

Here we go. 

He got to the last step on the stairs and sat down. 

“What do you want?" 

You furrowed you eyebrows and looked offended. 

"What do I want? You know damn well why I’m here! I am so sick of you treating me like a bitch you found on your freaking doorsteps”. 

Theo rolled his eyes and threw his head back. 

“At least a bitch can be home trained”. 

You lost every bit of sadness in you and replaced it with immediate anger. 

This bastard. 

“You know what you’re absolutely right. I’m not something you can just control and use at your every beck and call. I’m a human being as much as I can tell. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking when I together with you”. 

He laughed and put his head back up to look at you. 

“I do. You wanted thrill, danger, wanted it rough and I gave that to you. Never once did you complain, until now. Jesus you’re annoying”. 

He stood up and walked to the kitchen. 

He grabbed a coke from the fridge and took a sip like you guys weren’t in an argument right now. 

“And you never treated me like shit until now. God, it’s like you’re using me”– he held a hand out and cut you off. 

“Use you? You have nothing to offer! I mean sure you have an amazing body but that’s it, just another piece of ass. Don’t tell me you didn’t see the signs before getting together with me. You’re not useful like a werewolf or at least a fucking banshee. You’re useless to me or anyone else”. 

You stood there in shock. 

You evaporated on the inside and felt a switch go off. 

You grabbed the nearest knife and threw it at him. 

It drove into his shoulder. 

He stepped back and pulled out the knife. 

“Oh real mature”. 

He scoffed and dropped the knife onto the floor, letting it hit the ground with a clang. 

You threw a plate at him but with his werewolf abilities he grabbed the plate before it made contact with him. 

You threw three at a time while he scrambled to catch them all.  

You picked the knife up and aimed it for his stomach. 

Theo ducked and threw you on the floor. 

You stabbed his toe and he growled in response. 

You quickly got up, slashing a deep cut into his face. 

His eyes darkened and he stopped fighting you. 

“Hit me”. 

You wasted no time giving him a right hook. 

He turned his face back to you with the same expression. 

“Hit me” he said again putting more emphasis on his words. 

You hit his left cheek with the same force. 

“Hit me!" 

You kicked him in the chest making him stumble back a little. 

You drove the pointed end of you elbow into his jaw, he started laughing with bloody gums. 

"Again, just like that!" 

A sudden burst of energy took over you and you hit him harder than you ever hit anyone. 

You didn’t hold back because what you felt was better than you’d ever imagined. 

He spewed up blood and laughed even louder. 

"Feels good doesn’t it! Come on, I know you can do better than that" 

He brought his hand across your face. 

The loud smack on impact should’ve took you down. 

You tackled him onto the floor and kicked him in the abdomen. 

He grunted and spit up more blood. 

You brought your leg back to kick him again but he caught it and pulled you down to the ground with him. 

He climbed on top of you and grabbed you by the throat. 

"This is what you want, isn’t it?!" 

You clutched a silver spoon on the ground next you, pressing it against his skin. 

He let out a strained scream as wisps of smoke poured out of his arm. 

He quickly let go and grabbed at his wound. 

You stood and kicked him in the head. 

His vision blurred but snapped back into focus as he stomped his way towards you. 

You backed up against a wall and he slammed his hands by your face so you were trapped. 

He was breathing heavily and stared directly in your eyes. 

You did the same. 

"Feel better?" 

You spit in his face and rested your head on the wall. 

"I hate you”. 

Theo wiped away the blood and saliva on his face and laughed. 

“Liar, you can’t hate me. No matter how hard you try”. 

“I hate you” you said, with a cold and bitter tone. 

He looked in your eyes for a lie, but he couldn’t. 

All he saw was darkness in contrast to the twinkle you always had in your eye. 

But it was gone. 

Your eyes were murky and dark. 

Like you had no life inside. 

“I wish I’d never met you. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to this world, and I’ve seen worse. I rather be useless than be an ounce of you. You disgust me”. 

Every word hit him harder than your punches. 

He backed away and felt a darkness fill him. 

A void he couldn’t get rid of. 

Your cold words consumed him in less than a minute.  

You ripped off the necklace he stole for you on your 4 month anniversary, then threw it on the ground. 

Theo growled and gripped your throat with no intention of letting go. 

“You’re so annoying”. 

He kissed you lips with a tenderness that you were unfamiliar with. 

His grip loosened around your neck and then you unwillingly kissed back. 

Your lips moved with heavy passion, almost like a tango between crossed lovers. 

You placed your hands at his hips, pulling him in closer so that space was nonexistent between you two. 

Theo pressed his forehead against yours and let you catch your breath. 

But it was him that needed to breathe. 

He looked up and flashed his yellow eyes at you. 

He was so glad that you weren’t a werewolf because you would hear how fast his heart raced and you would probably think he was having a heart attack. 

You took his breath away. 

Made him vulnerable. 


You grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him toward the couch. 

You pushed him down and straddled his lap. 

The need for each other was never more apparent. 

He attacked your neck with kisses making you moan into his ear. 

He growled at the sound and you pulled at his shirt, popping off the buttons so you could feel his chest. 

He slid his hands up your shirt and pulled it over your head. 

He looked at your chest and marveled at the sight. 

He placed soft kisses at the top of your breasts. 

You closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling. 

You let out a small cry when he started to mark you skin with hickeys and love bites. 

Laying you down, Theo pulled your pants down and kissed your thighs. 

He pulled out his claws and shredded your underwear. 


A smirked formed on his face and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

He licked a line along your slit and you bucked your hips in response. 

He licked a few more lines not touching the place you wanted him to. 

Theo reached up so he could kiss your lips while slowly rubbing your heat. 

His tongue disappeared into your mouth and just as you were distracted by the gesture, he slipped a finger in making you moan loudly. 

Then he inserted another and curved upwards hitting your g-spot. 

You arched your back off the couch and moaned his name while you came down. 

He finally rubbed your clit which was past oversensitive. 

He unbuckled his pants, pulled down his boxers, and teased your entrance. 

Kissing you again, he shoved himself into you making you scream in pleasure. 

He almost pulled himself completely back out and shoved himself back in. 

Once you adjusted, he sped up giving you complete ecstasy. 

After a couple more thrusts, you placed a hickey on his neck. 

It disappeared after a few seconds and you frowned. 

You placed your teeth on his sweet spot and bit down as hard as you could. 

Theo growled, flashing his yellow eyes at you again, while his body shook in delight. 

He began pounding away into you. 

He reached down and rubbed circles on you clit and you screamed his name. 

Every time you did, he would go harder and faster. 

"I’m coming”. 

Theo smashed his lips onto yours and moaned into your mouth. 

You let out a loud moan of his name. 

He rode out your high and gripped your hips. 

His claws came out and dug into your skin. 

You screamed out in pain. 

Once it subsided it turned into complete pleasure. 

He slammed himself in balls deep, digging his claws in more. 

He growled as his cock twitched against your clenching walls. 

The thrusts became sloppier and his claws retracted, you both moaned loudly as you guys came together. 

You tried to stay awake, and Theo collapsed on top of you. 

He slowly pulled out and they both tried to catch their breaths. 

He kissed you wounds and grabbed at them. 

You whimpered but stopped once you saw his black veins. 

He was taking the pain away. 

You smiled and kissed him gingerly. 

“I told you, you can’t hate me. Even if you tried”. 

“I do, I hate you a lot”. 

“Sure you do. That’s why we just had sex right?" 

"I’m only using you”. 

“Shut up”. 

Theo kissed you forehead and you both lied on the couch together. 

Stop The Wedding 2

Note ~ The long awaited part two, what a bad writer I am! Took me forever to finally post this…

Damian marched up the alter with a stern face. People gasped as they watched him take down your fiancée and shake his head in disapproval.

“I knew Todd wouldn’t have the balls to tell you about his affection towards you.” You looked towards the front row spotting a red faced Jason sweating nervously as everyone looked towards his direction. He stood up slowly, mustering up every bit of courage he had. He ignored all the angered looks from the crowd and especially your finance’s bewildered face. He walked up the few steps, facing you he pushed his white streak to match his slicked back hair. 

“I have never stopped loving you, I know what you’re thinking. I’m the one who let you go but its because I love you, I didn’t want you to be with me when you could have a normal life.” Jason took in a deep breath, “But I guess I’m too selfish cause here I am crashing your wedding.” He chuckled while small tears slipped out of your eyes.

“So all I hope is that you forgive me and Damian” He glared at Damian who had a huge smirk on his face. Jason began to walk away, ignoring all the dirty comments aimed at him as he walked down to the church doors. Your heart swelled with love, you looked down at your fiancée who was pathetically strewn across the floor. You slipped off the golden band and carefully placed it into his palm.

“I’m sorry, you deserve someone better.” You quickly kicked off your heels and lifted up your trail and began to run down after Jason. He turned around to the sound of pattering feet and a huge smile broke out on his face as you jumped into his arms.

“Are you serious?” He asked wiping off the few remaining tears on your face. In response you kissed him with all the passion you have been bottling up for him for years.

“I’m dead serious.” He quickly swooped you up and carried you out the church doors, Bruce and the rest smiling, giving each other knowing glances.

‘”I never imagined my wedding going down like this.”

anonymous asked:

How about sombra's s/o being a vigilante who always covers their face with a mask until one day they decide to reveal their face to her only to find out that s/o is really attractive under it

“Cmon cmon!!”

Your girlfriend jumped up and down excitedly, waiting for you to finally reveal your face.

“Okay okay. But promise you’re not going to reveal my identity?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“Yes, I promise. You’re the only person I’d never exploit.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding. You lifted your hand to your mask and her eyes widened. Taking another deep breath, you took the mask off and finally revealed yourself to your longtime girlfriend.

There was a long silence.

“Uh…S-Sombra? What’s wrong? Is there something on my face? Am I not what you were expecting? Should I-”

She suddenly pulled you in to a very heated kiss, gently running her hands along your face.

“Babe. You’re sexy as hell. I need your face in between my legs like, yesterday.”

You blinked at her a couple times before laughing.

“Jesus, alright Hun.”