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Damian Wayne High School Headcannons

• Damian Wayne was a Gotham Academy legacy

• EVERYONE knew who he was

• Mostly because of his ultra popular brothers

• First there was Golden Boy Dick Grayson

• Then came Smartest-Boy-In-Gotham Jason Todd

• After him was Tech Genius Tim Drake who so infamously dropped out to open up his own (very successful) ethical hacking startup

• And now Damian Wayne


• Broody

•Straight A student

•And good god was he gorgeous

•You, like all of the straight female population of Gotham Academy, had a crush on Damian at at least one point in your high life

•Come mid freshman year, your straight female classmates and gay male classmates were over the moon when Damian Wayne stepped into AP Bio in his full Adonis like glory

•God had he gotten buffer over the summer?

•You could hear them audibly sigh as he walked in

•No one could rock the uniform like he could

•Surprise surprise

•He sat alone

•You got over your crush over him last year

•Soccer and student government and maintaining your 4.0 GPA as well as your social life took a lot of effort

•You didn’t have the time to nurture a hopeless crush

•Lab partners were assigned that day

•Guess who was your lab partner?

•Damian Wayne

•You could only sheepishly smile at the girls who you could call acquaintances

•You would give up your seat if you could

•“Hey I’m (Y/N)”

•You stuck out your hand

•“Yes I heard”

•He gave you a deadpan stare not bothering to take your hand

•He turned on his heel and went his own way

•You rolled your eyes

•There goes your will to try and at least be friends with him

•For a few months, all your conversations were just a few words

•All about dissection and volumes of reactants and what not

•Which was leaps and bounds more than what anyone else got anyway

•Every thursday, you stayed back at the library to catch up on your homework

•Suddenly, Damian began turning up too

•Which was extremely weird because you knew this guy never stuck around school longer than necessary

•What surprised you even more was when he plopped down in front of you

•You eyed him curiously before going back to your work

•So it became sort of a tradition between you two

•No words were spoken

•It was a silent pact that you would bring him food and he would drop you home in his car

•Eventually small nods turned into small murmurs

•Those murmurs turned to sentences

•Sentences to guffaws

•Loud enough for the librarian to shoo the both of you out

•You spent almost the entire summer with Damian

•You went to fairs

•Went to a cooking class

•Where you learnt Damian and pots and pans did not mix

•You found out he was Robin

•Rather comically

•When Robin saved you from a mugger when you were stupid enough to take a shortcut home instead of the main road

•You recognised him immediately

•The cheekbones

•The jaw

•You waited till he escorted you to your doorstep

•You turned and pulled him inside and shut the door


•You yelled as you ripped off his domino mask revealing his gorgeous emerald eyes

•Yep you had caught the feelings

•“How did you know?”


•He chuckled and pulled you into a hug

•“I’m glad we don’t have any secrets anymore”

•He kissed your forehead and was gone through the window before you could react

•Beginning of sophomore year, everybody thought y’all were dating

•Oh you really wished they were true

•Damian did too

•God he wished he had the courage to just utter out those three small words

•Everyone shipped you





•Hell, even Bruce did

•You got busy again with your extra curriculars

•Damian came to support you for each and every match of yours

•Sometimes you just wanted to kiss him

•You really did

•And you almost did sometimes

•But alas, courage failed you at the last moment

•At the beginning of December, you told Damian you couldn’t have your library sessions for the month

•You saw his face fall

•You quickly explained you were the head of the Organising Committee for the Winter Formal

•So what did Damian do?

•He joined the committee

•The dating rumours just got refueled

•Que the smirks from your friends as you eventually coerced Damian into sitting on your table

•“He likes you (Y/N)”

•“No, (Y/B/F/N) I like him”

•It was as though you were oblivious to how he looked at you when you were laughing at something dumb that happened at the lunch table

•Or when he practically walked you to all your classes, despite himself him.being late

•How about the time when he let you lay your head on his shoulders when you were practically surviving on 3 hours of sleep during midterms?

•Your friends wondered hOw CoULD yOU bE sO Blind?

•Back at Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne was utterly shocked

•His son was smiling

•And laughing

•Damian Wayne

•Grandson of the Devil himself

•Was smiling

•And laughing

•Like a crazed hyena

•With quite a large group of people

•“Get used to it, Master Wayne” Alfred said with a proud smile before entering the room with a tray full of goodies

•Your best friend’s crush didn’t ask her to winter formal

•So you decided to go stag

•Much to Damian’s dismay

•Just when he gathered the courage to you out

•So when he you hurried down the stairs in a figure hugging gown that glimmered like little crystals in the light, he was awestruck

•You were rushing

•You were late to have a final once over for the decorations

•Damian couldn’t speak

•You gave Damian a once over, before shaking your head

•You suddenly walked so close  

•In the heels, you were almost his height

•Your head just reached his chin

•He looked down at you with pure adoration in his eyes

•You were rambling on and on about something about the DJ table and the punch

•You were close enough that he could easily count the lashes on your eyes

•You were fixing his tie

•Suddenly, you felt Damian wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you closer

•Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned his forehead against yours

•Your mind was blank

•All you could see were green eyes and feel his breath on your face

•“You look absolutely stunning (Y/N)”

•One hand caressed your face

•Another pulled you closer

•He leaned in

•There was a hair’s breadth between your lips

•You closed the gap tangling your fingers in his hair

•You pulled apart a few minutes later with the biggest grin on your face

•Before looking at the time

•And rushing out the door

•With your hand clasped in Damian’s

I reallllly hope y'all like these and to everyone who sent in a request? THANK YOU SO MUCH. I’ll be working on them over this week. Sorry I couldn’t get to them sooner. School is kicking my ass. Hope you like it

  • Professor X: Wow. Erik, this is how you live?
  • Magneto: What were you expecting?
  • Quicksilver: I dunno, rock walls, weapons everywhere, a waterfall for a door. I guess I was just picturing the bat cave.
  • Cyclops: Why do you need a vase full of lemons?
  • Magneto: The room needed a pop of color.
  • Cyclops: WHO ARE YOU?!?
Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Karamatsu 05 - Stand by the Second Son

Jyushimatsu: Yuuuum! More oden, please! 

Chibita: Ok. 

Osomatsu: Yep, oden tastes great again today. I’m glad we came all this way to eat it. 

Choromatsu: Chibita, hot sake, please. Oden does go well with it, doesn’t it? 

Chibita: ….You jerks, you brought enough money to pay for everything this time, didn’t you? 

Karamatsu: Heh… money? There is no meaning in attaching a price to the fantastic cosmos known as oden. 

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Guess who lost the Robins’ Rock, Paper, Scissors battle to not take care of the flu-ridden Batbrat?

Red Hood: *stops his motorcycle in front of The Cheesecake Factory*

Red Hood: *sighs*

Red Hood [on the Comm Link]: Why didn’t you just have soup at home?

Damian: Todd, I have an IQ of 187. Pennyworth is on vacation. Don’t you imagine that if there were a way for me to have soup at home I would have thought of it?

Red Hood: You can have soup delivered.

Damian: *blows his nose*

Damian: I did not think of that.

Keith, Lance and pidge in Keith's room
  • Lance: Wow, Keith, this is how you live?!
  • Keith: What were you expecting
  • Lance: I don't know, rock walls weapons everywhere, a waterfall for a door. I guess I was just picturing the bat cave
  • Pidge: Why do you need a vase full of lemons
  • Keith: The room needed a pop of colour
  • Pidge: WHO ARE YOU??
Public Humiliation (Yuta x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) It’s ya girl, Ry, back at it again with that smutty goodness, now kinkier than ever! Let’s all be honest: Who here has been personally victimized by Nakamoto Yuta? Everyone? That’s what I thought. What better way to celebrate our combined demise then with some kinky Yuta smut? Enjoy my little nasties!

Originally posted by royalyeol

You felt your face blaze with heat as the audience members burst into fits of laughter, practically busting stitches while you fought the urge to run off the set.

“Oh my, Yuta,” the television host chuckled cordially, eyes crinkling at you in sympathy as you looked down at your hands folded in your lap in shame. “It seems your translator needs to brush up on her Japanese quite a bit, don’t you think?”

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@zukotiddies reblogged your response to the post La La Land and added:

This is what La La Land teaches. And as a Black musician, it bothered the everliving fuck out of me. Ryan Gosling’s character is portrayed as keeping jazz alive…by not adding any innovations to it whatsoever??? While John Legend’s character is treated like some kind of shill artist cause he modernizes and makes jazz-hip-hop fusion that actually appeals to people younger than ninety? But this is bad, cause he has sexy twerking backup singers, and jazz was never considered racy back in the day, and was always considered high art.

This is such bullshit, because at first white people thought jazz was all about sex, drugs, and crime and they called it actual, honest-to-goodness Evil-with-a-capital-E. They thought of Cab Calloway the same way they thought of Snoop Dogg. And after it had been around for a while, and they felt comfortable around it, they started appropriating it, watering it down, and acting like they were better at it than the people who created it. I have a record at home of King Olivier’s band, including Louis gotdamn Armstrong before he went solo, like these were the best of the best. And whatever white dude wrote the blurb on the back of the record case called them “the best of the Negro bands” as if that were some lower tier of jazz, as if to say, “they’re alright for Negros I guess.”

This, by the way, is the same process that happened to Rock n Roll, which evolved out of the blues, and therefore out of Negro spirituals and work songs, in the first place.

And, like what was already mentioned, Black people have been innovating and fusing jazz since we created it. If you want an explanation for why older jazz is considered elevator music (New Orleans jazz is my fave, btw) you can look to white people who sanitized it, and started treating it like classical music, like it’s this higher, classier form of entertainment for classy old people to go to the opera house to see, and which should never, ever be changed. The rose-colored nostalgia goggles are the reason why jazz is considered elevator music.

(I’m not reblogging this thread again because I don’t want to put up the gifset yet again, but this reply is worth posting.)

ftr, if anyone finds it hard to believe that Cab Calloway was the Snoop Dogg of his time, he sang about weed and everything:

So I had heard that John Legend’s character was a hack/sellout… I did not know that he was portrayed that way because he did jazz/hip-hop fusion. To me, that’s a fundamental misunderstanding of jazz. It’s great to appreciate the old legends of jazz, of course! But the idea that it should remain “pure” and sound like what was made nearly a century ago is weird and regressive (not to mention, we can love the greats of the early 20th Century, but those time periods mean very different things to white people vs. Black people).

Monsta X: when you hug them and say "I'm so thankful to be with you"

Shownu:  is taken aback when you hug him at all, since he really wasn’t it expecting it. He’ll squeeze you tightly and smile to himself, asking you if everything is alright. When you respond and tell him that you’re thankful for him, he’ll burst into a grin and pull you into an even tighter hug. He’s not the best with being vocal about his emotions, but he won’t let go of you and shows you how much that meant to him.

Wonho:  he’s in such a hazy and pleasant state, that he won’t be able to respond for a couple minutes. He’d just hold you and let you shower him with affection, but he really can’t tell what it’s all for. He’ll pull back slightly and smile at you, in awe of how easily you take his breath away. “I’m more lucky and thankful to have you, love…I can’t imagine what I’d be like if I haven’t met you. Promise me, we’ll stay together forever, yeah?”

Minhyuk:  he’s gonna pick you up and spin you around until you’re both a dizzy and giggling mess on the couch. While never letting his eyes off yours, he’ll take your hands in his and search your face for something, as if he’s wondering if you’re being genuine and not just saying this out of nowhere. Will surprise you by suddenly pressing his lips against yours, and sighing when finally pulling away. “I love you. More than anything. I’m so blessed to have someone like you.”

Kihyun:  like Hyunwoo, he’d be confused at your sudden burst of affection, and pull away to ask if you’ve gotten yourself in trouble or ate his favorite snacks. He’ll laugh when you tell him off and that you were just trying to be romantic, and he’ll apologize in embarrassment while holding you tight. “I know, I’d be thankful to have me too. But I guess since I can’t clone myself, I’m glad it’s you who I get to share myself with.’

Hyungwon:  will wrap his tall limbs around yours without really needing a reason to, and doesn’t question why you’re suddenly being so cute. He’ll chuckle and rest his head on top of yours, rocking you both back and forth until you hit him with those words…and man he feels like he’s gonna burst in tears. Tries really hard not to fanboy in front of you bc his stomach is full of butterflies and he can do nothing besides kiss you and returning the affection.

Jooheon:  squeals of joy when you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his shirt. Is gonna squeal even more when you tell him that you’re thankful for him, since he’s always felt like you were a miracle when you walked into his life so he should be the one thanking you. Cups your face in his hands before squishing them and kissing your lips, telling you that you never fail to make him happy and thankful.

I.M:  turns really serious all of the sudden, I think this would hit him pretty hard unlike some of the rest. He’ll hug you back and not pull away, but he’d still think about if he’s done something to make you act like this. Goes into a full speech about how you’ve changed his life, and that he’s always thinking of ways to be a better boyfriend, since he feels like he doesn’t deserve you. Good luck trying to not cry tbh.

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Visit Me - Loki Laufeyson x Reader Soulmate!AU

Prompt: Soulmate!AU Where every time someone goes to sleep they relive their soulmates worst memory.

Summary: Y/N hates sleeping, she hates the dream she is always forced to have. Every night she goes to bed to feel this overwhelming feeling of fear, coldness and rejection. Imagine if she realized that her biggest enemy is the same man reliving her worst nightmare.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader (SOULMATE!AU, there’s not enough of these out there.)

Word count: 3.5k


A/N: i came up with the prompt myself but if someone did b4 me I’m rlly sorry for not giving credit
Bucky request will be uploaded tomorrow 👍🏼



The air was cold. You continued to look around you but found nothing but emptiness, lifting your hands to see the chilly blue color take over. Your heart began to race as you quickly set down the mysterious glowing object that appeared in your hands. A voice is called out from behind you as you turn to the familiar face. It was an old man, someone you didn’t recognize. He was yelling, his words wouldn’t form and you couldn’t understand him but you knew he was angry. Suddenly you felt anger rush through your body, but it’s soon taken over by rejection, misplacement and disappointment. You try to lift your hands to your head to grip your hair in agony but you couldn’t; you weren’t allowed to do anything but relive the worse moments of your soulmates life. The old man quickly fell lifelessly and you felt your body jolt awake.

Sweat formed around your body as you sat up and placed your head in your knees. The worse part about reliving your soulmates nightmare when you sleep is that you can actually feel what they’re feeling. Of course you aren’t going to naturally feel upset when you don’t necessarily know what’s happening. Another horrible part is that they never show who your soulmate is; they may show parts of their body, like their hands, but nothing for you to truly recognize them. One you meet your soulmate, their horrible memory is replaced by their most cherished memory, whether it’s the moment they met you or the moment that keeps them alive. Most of the people you knew had already met their soulmates due to them being around the age of 25-35 but you, not so much.

Your soulmate had a weird memory, and by weird I mean not like what everyone else has. Usually people have a soulmate where they consider their worse memory as a fight between their family, a death or maybe even something they did that they strongly regret. You? Your soulmate turns blue and yells at a man before he falls to the stairs as if he lost every ounce of life in him. Most of the time people would laugh at you when you told them your nightmare, most of the time they’d tell you it was ridiculous but it was your soulmates worst memory and you couldn’t change that. You’ve been having the memory for years now and not once have you ever thought of a way to explain it.

The horrible memory also was a huge motivation for you, so it had its advantages. You always thought of the possibilities of your soulmate actually being human, I mean no human is just going to randomly turn blue. You tried to think of examples and the only one you were close to comparing him to was the infamous Hulk. He could turn from a simple man to a huge, raging green monster. Or so that’s what the rumors said. You heard about the mysterious man and the mysterious hammer falling from the sky, and you heard about how S.H.I.E.L.D. covered it up. You assumed they had a lot to do with the worlds beyond Earth and that’s why you took so much interest in them.

You didn’t only take your interest in S.H.I.E.L.D. because of your dream, but because of your own worst memory. There was a man that you couldn’t describe, a man you were searching for. If anyone could find this guy, it would be S.H.I.E.L.D., they could find anyone. This man you were searching for took away the only thing you cared about, and he wasn’t a ordinary citizen. He was a monster. A monster who had no emotions and killed on sight, that’s why you dedicated your life into finding him.

It was your fifth year of training to be the perfect assassin and you were declared to be in the top five greatest worldwide. S.H.I.E.L.D. was highly impressed with you, it usually took over 15 years of training to be on the level you were on, but you were just highly motivated. Your motivation was to meet the man who has lived his life in constant fear; someone you have lived through night by night, feeling and enduring his pain. And to meet the man who killed your brother. You knew your soulmate would be reliving the moment you saw the soul leave your siblings body, and you knew he would feel the same pain as you, he would be the only person in the world who is capable of saying ‘I know exactly how you feel’.

That night was the last night you experienced the horrible nightmare, for it was the next morning when someone from outside of earth decided to declare war to all humans. That morning you received a call from Nick Fury, surprisingly. You both weren’t close but he knew who you were, what you ranked and how to contact you if in desperate need of help. It was your month off, you were promised a break in a normal house that was off the grid but it was soon turned into another mission.

“We need your help, (Y/N). The team is in no position going against another race lead by a god. Some of our best members are under his trance and we have no solution other than recruiting and preparing to attack. I know you have the opinion to reject my offer but if you do and the world ends because of that-”

“You wouldn’t be contacting me if you weren’t desperate for help, it’s boring being here alone anyways. I’m in.”

You were being guided into the base beneath Stark Tower before reaching the final door. The man opened it up for you and pointed into the room, signaling for you to enter.

“He can attack any minute, Captain. We need to suit up and wait until he attacks!” A raging redhead was loading her gun and placing them in her twin holders while simultaneously yelling at a seated super soldier.

“You want us to be sitting ducks when we could be evacuating the city? Do you really not care about their lives, Natasha?” His face was stone-cold, not once ounce of emotion besides annoyance.

“That’s not what she’s saying Capsicle, she’s trying to say that if we do happen to evacuate the city and they happen to attack us while we’re surrounded by innocent citizens, well, then that’s a bigger chance for them to be hurt. They should be put into hiding, evacuation isn’t the best idea.” The well-known Tony Stark walked out from behind a corner with his whole suit on besides the helmet, eyeing down the blonde man.

The door slammed behind you as the man who once was holding it open had left. The whole teams eyes raced to whoever had just walked in.

“Good, you’re all suited up. I assume Fury let you know the plan?” Tony eyes down your black army pants, spandex and the mask covering your face.

“Yeah, but it sounds like the face of America has something else in mind?” You tilted your head at the angry man who sighed before standing up and putting on his mask.

“Yeah, but nobody is agreeing with me so we’ll just stick with plan A.”

“Good, because your plan wouldn’t have worked anyways. I don’t know where that army is coming from but I’m guessing their coming soon.” You saw the rolling of his eyes as you took the side of everyone else.

“What makes you so sure?” Tony gave you a questioning look before grabbing the helmet on the table.

“Considering they’re coming from space or some type of portal, the weather would somehow change, right? That’s what happened when Thor originally came here, and that’s what’s happening right now.” Tony held out his hand and a projector screen popped up, showing the current weather right outside the stark tower.

“Thor, how long did it take for you to reach earth once you started to travel here?”

“5 minutes, tops.”

“How long ago did you see that, Agent ….” Starks eyes travelled back to you as he trailed on the word.

“(Y/L/N). And about 4 minutes ago.”

“Grab you weapons, looks like we have a war to attend.”

“So we’re just suppose to trust her? We have no idea who she is.” Bruce stood up, staring at Tony and pointing towards you. He was underdressed, but you guessed the hulk didn’t need armor anyways.

“Fury sent her, have some faith or prepare to kneel beneath the rock of ages.” He laughed at his own joke before everyone evacuated the room.

By the time you all reached the top of Stark Tower, a portal had began to open and allowed a foreign army to enter. As if on cue, everyone had ran and separated before defending the city. You were side by side with Steve and Tony, completely destroying every Chitauri in your paths. It seemed never ending, minute after minute new enemies came to you. After a good hour of fighting, everyone was beginning to get tired.

“Loki is on the dock of the tower, the mechanism that is keeping the portal open is right above him.” Thors voice boomed into the earpiece.

“I don’t think I can.” Nats voice is heard before being joined in by Clint. “Yeah, me neither.”

“Is anyone free enough to go visit Reindeer Games?” The annoyance was heard in Starks voice as he found off more enemies.

“I’ll do it, anyone want to help me get up there though?” Realizing you were the best fit to go and face the leader of the pact, you figured ‘why not?’.

“Why borrow a ride when you can steal one from the other side?” You may not have been able to see Hawkeye, but you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

As if on cue, He had knocked down two of the Chitauri’s on a flying vehicle with an arrow. Noticing the motive, you ran toward Steve who boosted you up from his shield; just in enough time for you to land and take control of the flying saucer, riding up to the Tower.

It was hard to control; you had to admit that. Instead of properly landing, you crashed into the window of the tower and fell to the floor of the outside dock. The ear piece that connected all of the avengers thoughts fell out and landed under the crashing machine. You silently cursed under your breathe knowing that they would get worried by not being able to contact you or hear your voice.

“Oh? And who may you be? I must say, just from afar I can definitely tell you’re more interesting than the others.” A playful voice beamed out from the building.

Talking was never an option during a fight; it was either a distraction or just dark entertainment for the other side, so you grabbed out both guns and started shooting straight at the mans head and torso. With a flick of his scepter, the bullets turned around and flew towards you, but you stood up easily and dodged them.

“You humans really are pathetic; you think that stupid machine will come even close to killing me?”

“You’d be surprised.”

You figured any gun or weapon wouldn’t work on him, so you went straight into hand to hand combat. Throwing punches at him only for them to be dodged with his tesseract and magic thrown back. You were quite surprised by how good he was at close up fighting, but you weren’t even close to showing him your true nature. With a swipe of your legs, he fell to the ground, scepter falling out of his hand and out of hands reach. You delivered a few punches to his face to make him more tired and less able to move.

“My, my little one. You don’t seem afraid of me at all! That’s sure it a surprise… and a relief. But you’re rather angry, aren’t you?” He leaned up on his elbows before wiping blood from his lip. You stood up from his body and laughed at his pathetic attempt of manipulating you.

“I’m not angry, only one man in this world holds my anger and that isn’t you.” Your hand reach behind your back before pulling out a katana and pointing it to his neck.

“You can’t blame me, I can’t even see your face. But do tell me, who holds your anger?”

“What’s the point in telling you?”

“Either I win this war and make you my slave or I spend the rest of my life rotting in a cell, I suppose no matter what there is no reason to hide it from me.” He wasn’t wrong, and you didn’t care. You supposed it wouldn’t do any harm, and it would be a good way to distract him.

“I don’t know who the man is. I know he has long brown hair, a mask to cover his face and a huge metal arm with a red star in it. He killed the only thing I loved right in front of my eyes, so he holds my anger.”

His eyes widen completely, eyebrows colliding together in shock. His mouth practically collided with his chest, and you had no idea why.

“What? Do you know the man?”

“Every night I refuse to sleep, but when I do… I have a dream that’s oddly similar.”

In that moment you completely froze, face full of shock, but of course he wouldn’t know that because of your mask. Did he not know about the whole soulmate thing? You always thought it was just humans who were forced to live with this horrible curse, but from the beginning you always wondered what if your soulmate wasn’t human. If he wasn’t, it would explain the dream and how he turns blue. But then again, it would completely demolish the rule where only humans are suppose to live the soulmate plague. It didn’t matter though; if he had your memory then it was his memory that replayed over in your head.

“The tesseract. That’s what turned you blue, right? And that old man who fell to the stairs, was that your dad? Is that rejection and misplacement the reason why you’re attacking all living humans?” The katana that was once in your hand was sliding back into the holder connected to your back. Your legs slowly carried you back in disbelief.

“How do you know that?” He straightened his back up before staring at you in bewilderment.

“You’re my soulmate. No fucking way, my soulmate cannot be such a cruel man, there’s no way… I don’t believe it.”

“What are you speaking about, peasant?!” He screamed at you after demanding for an answer. He really didn’t know about the soulmate rule.

“You seriously don’t know? Humans… humans are cursed to relive their soulmates worst memory when in a deep sleep. I always had a dream where I would hold this glowing box, the tesseract, and it would turn me blue. Then I’d see a man yell at me before falling lifelessly to the floor. I’d feel rejected and like I didn’t belong, I’d feel every emotion that man was going through just like how you relived mine. You had to! You had to have dreamt about that man killing my brother, that’s because we’re soulmates. Two meant to love each other until death.” His eye squinted towards you before taking all the information in. “Maybe it’s not just humans who have this curse, maybe it’s for anyone as long as their fate aligns with a human.”

“I suppose if I was suppose to love any human, I’d prefer you.” His eyes were staring at your mask, full of honesty. Ironic for the god of mischief.

“Oh no, don’t do that. Just because you’re okay with this doesn’t mean I am! You’re destroying New York and killing innocent people! God, out of all the people I’m destined to be with you?” Your hand collided with your hair as your other balanced onto your hip.

“Just because I would pick you over any other pathetic living human does not mean I am okay with it! But… you’re the only one who understands what I was feeling during that moment, correct? Just like how I understand how you were feeling when-”

“You’re saying that we’re the only ones that truly understand each other’s pain.”

“Precisely.” There was a moment of silence, a moment where neither of you knew what to say, what to do. What were you suppose to do? He was the leader of the side you were fighting against, the love between you both would never be able to exist.

“What do you want me to do about that? I’m still going to be on the side of humans. Just because you’re my soulmate does not mean I’m going to just abandon the avengers and take over the world with you.”

“I didn’t expect that.” He sat up completely before pinching the bridge of his nose. “I was actually hoping you’d stay loyal to them, I would not want to love someone who could turn their back on their allies so fast.”

“Love? You want to actually try to be something? How is that even possible? What can I possibly do?

As if on cue, the portal closed after hearing a loud explosion. You were too busy thinking about yourself and Loki to realize that there was still a war going on.

“Goddamn it! I’m so selfish, I shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t worry love, I lost.” Your eyes widened at the words coming out of his mouth, you looked back at the man. His eyes were closed and his knees where bending against the floor.

“How could you be for sure?”

“Look.” His finger pointed to the window, to the largest building in eyes sight.

Every Chitauri that was latched onto a building had fallen to the force of gravity as if their life was being sucked out of them. The many Chitauri Leviathan’s that were roaming the city fell lifelessly into any tower in their way. After a few moments of staring out of the glass wall, the team landing on the dock. The armor covering Tony was completely beaten and the others looked drained of any energy left in them. As they walked in they noticed loki laying on the floor, eyes shut and knocked out.

“Good job, Agent (Y/L/N). I have to give you props for being able to knock a god out.” The captain had given you a salute before walking toward Loki’s unconscious body.

“Amazing, (Y/L/N). You managed to win against my brother!” Thors rock hard arm wrapped around your shoulders before giving you a squeeze.

“Yeah.” You muttered before eyeing down the God that was declared as your soulmate. His lips somewhat curved at the edges, he was pretending to be knocked out so they didn’t realize you were talking to him the whole time, other than fighting him.

After many minutes of talking of what was going to happen to him once he woke, he decided to pretend to wake up to face everyone with a weapon before him. Thor had scolded him before putting chains around him, ensuring he couldn’t escape. Before he could place the muzzle over his lips he looked at the floor and spoke his last words.

I just wish for you to visit me, that’s all.

“What, brother? What do you mean?”

He refused to respond and gave his brother silence. Thor sighed before placing the muzzle over Lokis face. He may have been the villain, the man who tried to take things for his own selfish reasoning but you couldn’t ignore the fact that you were meant for each other. You both knew that; and you both knew this wasn’t the last time you would see each other. It may be hard visiting him considering he is going to be taken back to Asgard, but you wouldn’t just give up. Loki would serve his punishment and face the consequences. And until then, you’ll be finding out a way to visit him, just like he asked. Not because you felt bad for him, not because you loved him; but because you both were set together by fate. That had to mean something.

You watched as Thor carried him to the dock, holding his chains in one hand and Mijolnir in his other. Lokis eyes connected with your figure, trying to memorize as much as he could, because in the end all he knew was your last name and your worst memory.

Tags: @saltbagpooky @iamwarrenspeace @txcountrybelle @nadtandy @feelmyroarrrr @xabeautifultragedyx
A/N: yes I know it’s 3:34 am and yes I know it’s REALLY late but have you read my bio?

Locked Out // Byun Baekhyun {part two}

Requested: Yes!

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Collage!AU

Mentions Of: Mean words that some kiddos might not be able to handle.

Word Count: 5.8k

Description: Hi, I’m Y/N, and I’m the Queen of Fucking Everything Up. Here I am, locked outside on a balcony with a dude I shared and awkward hook-up with once and I’d been avoiding ever since, while his ex-girlfriend cries her eyes out and I freeze my ass off in the September air. *Freeze frame* *record scratch* You already know how I got myself into this situation, but I bet you’re probably wondering how I got myself out of this situation? Without further ado, here’s how I managed to come in a full circle and sort my life out, all in one crazy night.

A/N: Finally, it’s done! I actually feel really sad that Locked Out is over :( I hope that it’s lived up to your standards! By the way, all of the opinions expressed in the Never Have I Ever game are pretty much false, I just thought it would be entertaining to add some of them in there. Thank you so much for your support, and, as always, enjoy!

Part one: Here!

Originally posted by baeksilisk

18th September, 3:12pm

“Y/N, you need an intervention,” Sehun stated as he burst through my bedroom door with absolutely no regard for my privacy. “So here it is.”

“Argh, what are you talking about?” I groaned, pulling my flowery blanket over my head, pathetically attempting to fall back asleep and avoid having this conversation with Sehun.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Sehun approached my bed and sat on the edge with precaution. “Honestly, I’m worried about you. Y/N, you can’t keep living like this.”

“Go away Sehun, unless you’re bringing me food,” I grumbled in reply. Sehun sighed loudly and his footsteps echoed on my floor, so I assumed he was leaving once again - I let out a loud yelp when the blanket was forcefully ripped away and the cold air hit my face.

“Seriously, Y/N, what you’re doing to yourself is not healthy whatsoever. It’s 3pm and you haven’t even left your bedroom once today. When was the last time you had a shower?”

“Okay, I get it, Sehun. I’m a pathetic loser who can’t even take care of herself anymore.” I sat up in my bed and an ugly scowl crossed my face. Sehun knew I didn’t want to discuss how, in a short month, I’d become a recluse who wouldn’t even leave her room. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it.

“That’s not what I meant.” Sehun sat down next to me again and placed an arm around my back and rubbed it slowly. “I hate seeing you like this. Yeah, you made a mistake, and yeah, those girls were bitches to you-”

“They were bitches,” I agreed.

“But by moping in your room, feeling sorry for yourself, you’re giving them the satisfaction of knowing they broke you. You don’t want them to win, right? Show them you’re stronger than that!”

“You’re right!” I exclaimed, suddenly full of energy for the first time in one and a half months. “I was a total idiot, but they had no right to treat me like that!”

I’d spent the last six weeks locked in my room, trying to escape the nasty messages my ex-best friend’s clique had been sending me. Okay, so I wasn’t totally innocent in all of this. I’d been an accessory in my best friend’s boyfriend’s cheating debacle, and then acted all shocked when it came back to bite me in the ass. Truth be told, in my ignorance, I thought I’d gotten away with it too.

“A friend of a friend of Suho’s is having a party tonight,” spoke Sehun. He’d convinced me to come hang out with him in the longue, which was a big step for me considering only ten minutes ago I’d been set on avoiding human interaction for the rest of my life.

“I was planning to go by myself but since you’re in such a positive mood, maybe it would be good for you to come too.”

I frowned, nibbling at my bottom lip distractedly. “Friend of a friend?”

“He said it’s not going to be a big party. Just a small gathering,” Sehun rushed to add. One of the brightest smiles I’d ever seen covered his face when I exclaimed, “oh, what the hell. I’ll go,” and it grew even bigger when I added, “damn it, that means I’ll have to get dressed up.”

18th September, 9:42pm

“For god’s sake, Y/N, stop stressing out! It’s going to be fine,” Sehun sighed as he grabbed my hand, forcing an end to my pacing.

“I know, I know,” I muttered back, relaxing slightly. Sehun and I were standing by the curb next to a brightly lit multi-story apartment. Our close friend’s Chanyeol and Suho had insisted we wait for them to get there so we could all go in together. Other people heading to the party smiled as they passed us which reassured me greatly - they either didn’t recognise me or couldn’t care less about what I’d done.

It was another quarter of an hour before our friends actually decided to show up. At first, I was feeling really confident in my sparkly thigh length dress, but now, with the autumn wind chilling me to the bone, I was starting to regret my choice of dress.

“Y/N, you actually showed up!” Suho joked as the two approached Sehun and I. He wrapped me in a warm bear hug and I quickly replied, “well, I figured since I’d basically hit rock bottom, I couldn’t possibly go any lower.”

“You figured you had nothing left to lose, right?” Chanyeol added, coping Suho as I found solace in his fuzzy winter jacket.

Finally, our group was complete (well, apart from Baekhyun. There was a sort of absence that us four seemed to be doing our best to ignore) and we headed inside. By now, I guessed most of the people who were planning to show up for the party were here already because we found the foyer empty.

“There’s a gold elevator?” Cried Sehun.

“He lives on the top floor too,” Suho replied as we piled into the spotless elevator.

“Who is he?” I questioned suspiciously. No one in my extended group of friends owned a penthouse apartment, that I was aware of.

“Uh…” Suho hesitated, glancing nervously at Sehun and Chanyeol before whispering, “you didn’t tell her?” Chanyeol was the first to speak.

“Luhan.” The elevator clicked open.

“You mean, that Lu Han?” I hollered as we poured into a short hallway, eyes bulging from my head.

Already we could hear bassy music blasting through the walls, and a cold sweat suddenly formed over my body. If this was the same Luhan who majored in animation, played a variety of sports, and had girls falling at his feet every time he looked at them, then this was going to be one wild party, to say the least.

And lets be real; there’s only one Luhan I know that’s rich enough to own his own penthouse.

No, I told myself, nothing, not even the fact basically the whole of Seoul will be at this party, is going to ruin my good mood. Nothing.

18th September, 10:06pm

“You must be Suho!” A voice called after said friend knocked on the door at the end of the hallway. The man in the doorway towered over me, but stood at around the same height as my friends. He had light brown hair and wore a leather jacket despite the obvious heat pouring from the apartment.

“It’s good to see you, Luhan,” smiled Suho. This was Luhan? he didn’t look a day over eighteen.

“Come on in! I think most guests are here already,” Luhan stated as he moved from the doorway to let us pass. “I haven’t seen you before, what’s your name?” He winked at me, causing Sehun to let out an exasperated sigh and push me forwards.

“Boy has to hit on everyone,” chuckled Sehun as we entered the party. As soon as we stepped through the door, I was instantly swept up in the partying lifestyle I’d been missing for so long. Loud techno music spewed from a stereo in one corner, while party-goers mingled around a couch. My month fell open when I realised that one whole wall of the penthouse was made entirely of glass, giving me an almost 180° view of the Seoul nightscape. It was covered by a thin, semi-see-through curtain, but it was still breath taking. Every inch of Luhan’s apartment dripped with sophistication - from the Picasso-like paintings on the wall behind me to the self service bar.

“I think I see Jihoon. I better go say hi,” stated Chanyeol, giving me a grin and double thumbs up before pushing through the crowd.

“I need to find the bathroom,” Suho added, flashing a bright smile as he was swallowed by the crowd.

“I think I’m going to find some of my friends also.” I nudged Sehun and he gave me an understanding smile.

““Sure, text me if you need anything at all.”

I decided to head to the kitchen in hopes of finding something there to drink. I was specifically looking for alcohol (I never wanted to be as drunk as I was that July night), but all the sweaty bodies pressed up against me was starting to make me dizzy.The kitchen was still crowded, but significantly less so. There was enough room in here that I could at least breathe without breathing on someone.

“Oh my god. No way,” someone said very loudly from the other end of the kitchen. I stood on my tiptoes to see what all the commotion was about only to be greeted with two boys staring in surprise right back at me.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” A man with snowy white hair gasped. “I can’t believe this.”

“Oh, you better believe it, Taeyong!” I chuckled back, heading to where the two were standing near a punchbowl.

“Have you been purposely avoiding us?” The other boy questioned.

“Bambam, of course not! I-”

“You never replied to any of my texts,” pouted Taeyong, earning himself a sweet smile.

“Yeah,” Bambam agreed. “We miss our study buddy!”

“I’m sorry guys,” I replied, although I had a smile on my face. “I’ve just had a lot of things going on recently.” I hoped the two wouldn’t ask me about it, but they’d probably heard all of the stories already.

Bambam nodded quickly. “Well, the good thing is that the library is a lot quieter since you’re not there,” he teased.

“That is the biggest lie I have ever heard. You’re still there, Bambam,” joked Taeyong as he passed me a cup of fruity punch, earning himself a slap on the shoulder from the other boy.

I laughed at the pair’s antics, and the reality of what I’d been missing out on by staying home hit me fully. I’d selfishly completely neglected all of my other friends, not just Sehun. But maybe getting out wouldn’t be all that bad.

“It was really nice catching up with you guys,” I smiled at my two friends. “I’m going to make my rounds, but I’ll talk with you later!”

“You better!” Bambam called as he and Taeyong waved me off. I turned to face them and yelled back, “I promise!” before twirling around again. I let out a loud yelp when I nearly ran smack-dab into a person coming around the corner to the kitchen. I muttered an apology before looking up to see who I’d almost bowled over: my heart instantly sunk. Baekhyun.

“Woah, gotta watch where you’re going, beautiful.” Baekhyun smiled at me cheekily, but it instantly disappeared when he sighted the stone cold glare I was giving him. I shoved away from him and quickly turned on my heel as he started to speak again.

“Wait, Y/N, we need to talk,” he called, and I didn’t even hesitate to push my way through the crowd to get away from him. In all honesty, I felt like a bit of a bitch. I still harboured incredibly strong feelings for him, but he had broken my trust as indirectly ruined my life. For that, I didn’t think I could ever forgive him.

‘You didn’t tell me Byun was going to be here!’ I quickly text Sehun, hoping Baekhyun had taken the hint and not followed me. He wasn’t.

I glanced to my left, deciding where I was most likely to find Sehun, when I spotted familiar bright pink hair. For the second time that night, my heart dropped.

YOU DIDN’T TELL ME IRENE WOULD BE HERE,’ I sent to Sehun. No response. So I headed right.

My spirits were lifted slightly when I received a large wave from a girl named Park Junghwa. I as a regular at the bookstore she worked for, and I was more than happy to engage in friendly conversation with her to forget about the two people I’d been avoiding for weeks on end.

Alas, I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin my good mood.

18th September, 11:21pm

Thankfully, Junghwa was happy to keep me company for most of the night. We wandered around, noseying through Luhan’s apartment, and Junghwa introduced me to some of her friends. (We’d also spent our time avoiding a very drunk Kim Taehyung who had apparently been going around smacking people’s drinks from their hands and kissing randoms). I’d spotted Sehun a couple of times since we parted; we shared smiles but I stayed my distance, partly because he was hanging around some guys I recognised as Baekhyun’s friends, and also I was aware how much he valued having his own friends.

However, Sehun did approach me later in the evening to ask if Junghwa and I wanted to join in for a classic game of ‘Never Have I Ever’.  Junghwa and I agreed so Sehun led us to a second living room across from the first lounge. As we were walking, I noted a small balcony hidden by a group of students crowded around a pool table in front of it. I could just see the bright lights of Seoul poking through the black curtain covering the doorway, which was probably why I hadn’t noticed it before.

By now, most of the party-goers had drifted towards the self service bar (save for the group by the pool table) so the second lounge was relatively empty. When Junghwa and I entered, I noticed a small circle had been formed already. All of the faces were familiar to me: Chanyeol, Suho, a dude named Yoongi, Jooheon and his friend Wonho, two girls named Sowon and Moonbyul, and Baekhyun, who I did my best to ignore. I would not let him ruin my night.

I found a space next to Jooheon who gave me a light pat on the knee as Wonho said, “right, so that’s everyone?”

Suddenly, Sowon stood up and raced out of the room, shouting, “I’ll be right back!” Everyone shared a look, and a few seconds later Sowon returned with her bubblegum-haired bestie.

I took a deep breath as Irene smiled at the faces around the circle - her smile dropped for a second when her eyes landed on me, but it was so brief I’m certain I was the only one who noticed.

Wonho shrugged as Irene and sat down and proceeded to explain the rules, through I’m pretty sure everybody knew how to play already.

“Okay, I’ll start with something simple,” Yoongi stated after everyone raised ten fingers. “Never Have I Ever dyed my hair.”

“You’re supposed to say something you haven’t done!” Laughed Junghwa as everyone in the circle put down one finger, and the questions continued clockwise. Okay, so maybe not everyone knew how to play.

“Never Have I Ever smoked marijuana,” Suho stated. Jooheon and Yoongi slowly lowered another finger as everyone gasped. “No way!” Sowon cried.

“My turn, my turn,” called Wonho. “Hmm…Never Have I Ever had a one night stand.”

I glanced at Baekhyun briefly and he caught my eye before he looked away - both Baekhyun and I, and Moonbyul and Chanyeol dropped a finger. Surprisingly, no comment was made from the other players.

“Never Have I Ever gone skinny dipping,” stated Moonbyul. Sowon and Irene both lost a finger.

“You’ve been skinny dipping?” Chanyeol piped. “Was it together?”

“Shut up!” Cried Sowon, leaning across Baekhyun to smack Chanyeol for his comment. Irene cleared her throat loudly. “Never Have I Ever cheated on someone, or been an accomplice of a cheater,” she said casually.

My eyes widened at Irene’s remark, and I raised a quick hand to my forehead as the room had suddenly become unbearably hot.

“I don’t think that’s a good question,” mumbled Sehun. “Let’s skip it.”

“I think it’s a very valid question actually, Sehun,” Irene quipped back, staring daggers at my friend.

“You don’t have to answer that question, Y/N,” Baekhyun murmured quietly, although everyone turned to face him anyway.

“N-Next person.” I mentally cursed myself for sounding so weak in front of Irene.

“Okay.” Sowon faltered, tentatively eyeing Irene before continuing. “Never Have I Ever been so drunk that I’ve passed out and when I woke up I had no idea where I was.”

“Guilty!” Moonbyul shouted as everybody dropped a finger, besides Suho and Sowon.

“Bullshit!” Baekhyun cried, and Chanyeol added, “Suho, you were so drunk you passed out in Y/N’s bathtub and when she woke you, you thought she was trying to steal your organs for the black market.”

“Really?” Yoongi laughed, turning to me for confirmation of Chanyeol’s story. However, I could barely manage a small smile in response. I could feel Irene’s eyes on me, watching my every move, and whenever I looked up she was staring right at me with a cruel smile on her face. I was starting to feel a little queasy.

“My turn?” Questioned Baekhyun.

“Actually, I have another one,” claimed Irene. “Never Have I Ever been called a slut.”

“Irene,” Baekhyun warned, as the others not-so-subtly glanced my way.

“Don’t you ‘Irene’ me, Baekhyun. I’m not done.”

I knew Irene wanted nothing more than to hurt me - to make me feel what she felt the moment she was told her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend - but I couldn’t move. I was frozen with fear, but interestingly, I was curious to see how far she would go to humiliate me.

“Never Have I Ever slept with my best friend’s boyfriend. Never Have I Ever lost a friend because of a boy.” She paused. “Come on, Y/N. Put those fingers down. Never Have I Ever sat in my room and cried for three days straight.”

Upon my vision becoming blurred due to tears forming in my eyes, I stood up quickly and retorted, “you’re a bitch, and I hope everyone here can see that. I do not need to sit here and listen to this shit.”

I stormed from the room, wiping frustrated tears from my face, in desperate need for fresh air. As I pushed past people in the living room, I could practically feel their intrigued glances, but I honestly couldn’t care less of what they thought about me. If Irene’s words were anything to go by, people thought it was an emotionally unstable homewrecker already.

“Y/N, wait!” Sehun called, rushing after me and grabbing my arm.

“Don’t you start, Sehun,” I growled, shaking his grip loose. “You’re the reason I’m here in the first place.”

I didn’t really know where I was going, but at least Sehun wasn’t following me. I soon found myself fighting the black curtains for access to the balcony I’d spotted earlier. Luckily, no one tried to stop me. As I slid the glass door closed, I took a deep breath of the crisp Autumn air. It was cool on my skin and burned my lungs, but I much preferred it to the stuffy, suffocating atmosphere inside.

I stood on the balcony, leaning over the railing to look at the city for who knows how long, calming myself down. I heard the sound of curtains being pulled back, and a second later the door clicked open.

“Bugger off, Sehun,” I huffed, peering over my shoulder at the intruder to my alone time. I let out a loud groan when I realised it was definitely not Sehun.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” replied Baekhyun, stepping forward to let the door glide shut.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing out here, Byun.” I furiously rubbed the tears from my cheeks - I would not let Baekhyun witnesses me crying.

“I know you’re feeling pretty vulnerable right now, but we really need to talk about what happened. I can tell you’ve been ignoring me.”

“Yeah, and I have a very good reason for that too,” I muttered. “Look, maybe we could talk another time. But not now.” I expected Baekhyun to protest, but instead he let out a loud sigh and mumbled, “yeah, you’re right. Bad timing, sorry.”

He turned to the door after giving me a sad smile and jumped backwards, nearly toppling over the railing. I reluctantly turned around to see what he was fussing about, and my eyes gazed upon a very drunk Kim Taehyung peering at us with a cheeky grin on his face.

“How long has he been standing there?” Asked Baekhyun. Before I could protest what was happening, the lock on the door flicked downwards and Taehyung pulled the curtains closed. In my mind, I like to imagine him running away, gigging to himself.

We had been locked out.

“No no no!” I cried, rushing to the door and bringing my fists down hard on the glass, hoping someone, anyone, would rescue me. Either no one heard, or everyone was too drunk to care, because nobody came to save Baekhyun and I.

“We’re trapped out here forever!” I wailed, whipping out my phone and pulling up Sehun’s contact. ‘Locked outside on the balcony with Byun?????? Please save me!’ I quickly sent.

“Y/N, just relax. We’ll be fine.” This whole time, Baekhyun had been watching me amusedly from the railing.

I’ll get you in a minute, but here me out. Irene’s in the bathroom, wailing about all her regrets from the past months??? She says she wishes she hadn’t been such a bitch to you because now everyone hates her???? Oh she nearly got into a fight with Yeol and Junghwa lmao you should have been there.’

‘She’s got to be drunk,’ I text back. ‘There’s no way she would think that if she was sober.’

19th September, 12:14am

Turns out Sehun’s not very good at keeping promises (as if I didn’t know that already). It had been exactly 37 minutes since I’d text Sehun (I mean, not that I’d been counting or anything), with no rescue party in sight. I’d rung Sehun multiple times, and even tried Suho and Chanyeol too with no answer, while Baekhyun made himself comfortable with the wall behind his back and the balcony railing to his right.

“Face it, Y/N, we’re stuck out here. You may as well make yourself comfortable,” Baekhyun mentioned when he noticed my pacing. He let out a loud sigh, however, when I sat against the opposite wall, clearly frustrated at my attempts to get as far away from him as possible.

“How long are you going to avoid me for?” He asked. A cool, constant breeze blew, causing goosebumps to appear on my limbs. Now I really regretted wearing a dress this short.

“For as long as it takes you to get the hint - I don’t want to talk to you,” I managed through chattering teeth. A confused look crossed Baekhyun’s face, but it was quickly replaced by that of worry.

“You’re freezing, Y/N,” he said, shaking off his thick jacket and throwing it to me across the space between us. It landed with a dull thud beside me. Baekhyun wore only a short sleeved t-shirt underneath.

I don’t want it, you’ll be cold,’ is what I wanted to say, but instead I said, “I don’t want it, I don’t need your help.”

“Honestly, Y/N, right now I don’t give a shit what you want. I’m not letting you freeze to death.” He smiled when I reluctantly pulled the jacket off the ground and over my shoulders. I would never admit it, but his jacket was incredibly warm.

Silence fell between us, the only audible noise coming from our chattering teeth. It was another ten minutes before either of us said anything.

“Y/N, why won’t you let me explain myself? How did we go from best friends to enemies?” Baekhyun said, as casually he would as if he was speaking about the weather.

Anger was quick to bubble up inside me. Was he stupid? Why would he ask a question with such a blatantly obvious answer?

“Do you want to know why I never let you explain yourself, Baekhyun? Because I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses. I don’t want to know why you thought it would be okay to tell everyone about that night and ruin my life. Ruin my friendships, my reputation, my confidence. Why you did that, I don’t want to know. I want to move on with my life - or what’s left of it - and forget what happened between you and I. Why won’t you let me do that?” I could feel heat burning my face as I stared at Baekhyun, half expecting him not to reply.

“I am so sorry you feel that way about me, Y/N. But you have to understand that I only had the best intentions. I never meant to hurt you.” I rolled my eyes, but let him continue. “After that…night. I freaked out. I really regretted what we did.” He glanced up at me and quickly added, “Well, I regretted the circumstances under which we did that. Anyway, I told my friend Jongdae-”

Kim Jongdae? You told him?” I screeched, throwing my hands up in despair. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“I know, I know. Just let me finish explaining. please. So I told Jongdae for two reasons, because he actually gives some pretty great advice. The first reason was because I was worried Irene would find out and break up with me.”


“You have to understand that I never meant to hurt you or Irene. The second reason I went to Jongdae was because I feared Irene would start hating you and your friendship would be ruined. I know how much you mean to Irene. She used to talk about you all the time.”

Baekhyun shifted in the cold, but gave me a small smile anyway. He must have been nervous, because he wasn’t really making that much sense, but I think I got the jist. By now, the distinctive sound of music and cheers from inside had significantly died down.

“So why did you do it?” I questioned. “You clearly liked Irene a lot, so why did you fool around with me? I know we were drunk, but you were a lot more sober than I was.”

Baekhyun rubbed his neck anxiously before shaking his head and giving a small chuckle. “You know what, fuck it. I don’t care anymore.”

He shuffled forwards towards me, making the gap between us less than half a metre, rather than two. “W-what are you doing?” I asked as Baekhyun grabbed my hand in between his own. I was surprised, but nothing could prepare me for what he would say next:

“I did it because I was in love with you. I was since the day Sehun first invited me around to meet you. I just thought you had feelings for Sehun, so when he introduced me to Irene I thought she would be able to distract me from you. I guess I was wrong.”

Baekhyun peered at me, waiting for a reaction - any reaction - but I had no idea what to say. I was flattered (who wouldn’t be, this is Byun Baekhyun we’re talking about), but I didn’t know what he expected me to say. Was I supposed to lie and say I loved him too? Was I supposed to outright reject him? I mean, it was pretty obvious to almost anyone that I had a crush on him, and if I said I hadn’t dreamt that one day Baekhyun would fall for me, I would be lying. But now I just didn’t know what to think.

“Say something, Y/N. Anything,” pleaded Baekhyun, squeezing my hand. His fingers were colder than ice.

“So…you were in love with me?” I managed, still overwhelmed at this whole situation.

Baekhyun didn’t hesitate with his reply. “Still am, really. And that night at the party, you looked so beautiful and I didn’t want anyone else to have you so I took you home…after that I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“I’m flattered,” I mumbled, feeling a hot blush form on my cheeks. “Thank you for being so honest, Baekhyun. I know I’ve been a total bitch avoiding you. I hope we can still be friends.”

Baekhyun dropped my hand at the same time as his smile faltered. He looked absolutely heartbroken. “I don’t know whether I’d be able to be just friends with you, Y/N,” admitted Baekhyun.

“I think friendship is a good start, and we can see where it leads,” I smiled. “Now come here, you muppet! You must be freezing.”

A wide grin formed on Baekhyun’s face, and he was quick to appear at my side so we could huddle together to prevent us catching pneumonia. I folded his jacket over both our legs and my heart leapt out of my chest when he rested his head on my shoulder. To think five minutes ago I was seriously considering whether I could push him over the railing.

“I never, ever thought this would be happening,” whispered Baekhyun, causing me to chuckle. “That makes two of us.”

19th September, 7:44am

I woke up when the city woke up after catching around three hours sleep - Baekhyun was slightly luckier.

“So if no one comes to free us from up here, this side of the balcony can be my side, but occasionally I’ll let you visit if I’m feeling nice.”

“Baekhyun!” I laughed, smacking his hand down playfully. Somehow, we’d both managed not to freeze overnight, but the sun rising at a very ungodly hour woke me up, and Baekhyun awoke awhile later. We’d passed the time by talking about nothing and everything, and I realised just how much I’d missed being able to talk to Baekhyun.

But as much as I liked spending time with him, I did not want to stay locked out here on the balcony any longer than I had to. I couldn’t feel my legs (I had the concrete floor to thank for that) and I hadn’t ate since over twelve hours ago.

“Should we try knocking on the door again?” I suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Baekhyun replied, although the words had barely left his mouth when the door clicked open and a tired looking Luhan stepped out onto the balcony, coffee in hand. He wore a surprised look when he noticed us, but he quickly reached out to help me up.

“Shit, I forgot you guys were out here,” stated Luhan.

“We’re saved!” Baekhyun cheered, jumping to his feet excitedly. How the boy had any energy left after sleeping on a balcony all night, I had no clue.

“I hope you guys didn’t get up to any nasty business out here.” Luhan peered around the balcony suspiciously.

“The only nasty business we’ve been getting up to is us nearly catching hypothermia,” I joked. “So if you’d excuse me, I’d love to get home and warm up.”

Luhan let us past into the extremely messy, but warm, post-party lounge. Lying on the couch was Sehun, sleeping peacefully, so I grabbed a pillow and whacked him in the stomach with it.

“You’re unbelievable!” I cried when Sehun finally came to. He was super hung over, but still happy to see us (and very, very apologetic, I must add).

“You guys can stay for breakfast if you’d like,” Luhan offered. “My friends Yixing and Minseok are also here too, but it’s the least I can do. I’m just glad you guys didn’t die. My dad would kill me!”

2nd February, five months later.

“Suho said he and Chanyeol are gonna meet us for lunch,” Sehun said after taking a bite from his sandwich.

“That’s cool, I haven’t seen them for awhile,” Baekhyun mused. From my lying position on the grass, I agreed. Sehun, Baekhyun, and I were just chilling on the grass at the university campus, waiting for our next classes (we were supposed to be studying, but take my word for it, it was not going well). I grabbed Baekhyun’s phone and opened the camera, preparing to take a funny selfie by pulling an ugly face.

“That’s really attractive, babe. I’m such a lucky guy,” mused Baekhyun sarcastically.

“You’re a dick.”

“But you still love me.”

“Argh, I can’t stand all this gross mushiness!” Sehun cried.  “Honestly, you guys…” he trailed off, peering at something behind us.

Baekhyun and I both turned around to see two people smiling down at us. A girl and a boy, one with pink hair, the other with blond.

“Hey, Y/N,” Irene said. Baekhyun and Sehun’s mouths simultaneously fell open. “Sehun, Baekhyun,” she nodded. “I want you to meet my new boyfriend, Woo Jiho.”

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Jiho,” I smiled. he nodded in response. A man of few words, I see.

“I’m so glad you convinced me to ask for his number, by the way. I hope your English studies are going well.”

“Oh, no problem! And they are, thanks for asking.”

Irene flashed me a dazzling smile as her eyes darted down to Baekhyun’s hand resting on my knee. “You two are such a cute couple. Anyway, I’ll see you at Wendy’s party this weekend, Y/N?”

“Of course, I’ll see you then,” I replied.

“Awesome. Well, it was nice catching up with you.” Irene and Jiho gave one last wave before turning back around and continuing onto wherever they were originally going. The two boys’ beside me mouths still hung open.

“What just happened?” Sehun got out.

“I have no idea. Am I dreaming?” Baekhyun added, looking to me for answers.

“Well Sehun mentioned Irene said some stuff after Baek and I were locked out on the balcony at Luhan’s party, so I decided to meet Irene to formally apologise and maybe give her some answers she needed. I don’t really know why she agreed to meet with me, I guess she felt pretty guilty for spreading those nasty rumours about me,” I replied.

“But, doesn’t she still hate you for you know, fucking her boyfriend?” Sehun asked.

“You’d think so. But maybe Irene realised we had a good thing going, and it would be stupid to let go of an awesome friendship just because of some lame boy,” I joked.

“Oh, you just got told, Baekhyun!” Cheered Sehun.

“Like you can say much. Isn’t about time you find a girlfriend yourself?”

“Can you imagine that, Sehun with a girlfriend? I pray for her!” I laughed.

“Ugh, now the lovebirds are ganging up on me? Where’s Chanyeol and Suho when I need them?” Wailed Sehun.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt normal.

To whom it may concern,

If you had asked me six months ago how my life was going, I probably would have burst into tears right then and there. Somehow, by some miracle that I still can’t completely comprehend, my life had done a full 180. I couldn’t be more thankful for the experiences I’ve been through. I also hope you’ve enjoyed coming on this wild ride with me, but as you know, all good stories must come to an end.

Yours sincerely, Y/N.

Where did you go?

Michael x reader

I am so sorry this is so long and rambly but i looooove it. Michael leaves reader to deal with an abortion by herself and she comes back to small heath with or without a baby ;)

He would be home in a few minutes and you were unbelievably nervous to tell him that you were pregnant. He’d be a great dad, but it wasn’t the baby that worried you. It was you. Recently Michael had been doing more and more “business” with his cousins. He would never tell you what was troubling him, you would barely talk at all anymore. You saw each other a couple times a week, each time you’d hope he’d take you out or stay longer than an hour for sex. That never seemed to happen though. He wasn’t the Michael you fell in love with a year ago. He was a different person altogether. That’s when the door slammed open.
“What the hell is so urgent we have to meet now? I have places to be (Y/N). You look fine what do you want?” The tone in his voice made you want to cry, maybe you shouldn’t tell him. You swallowed the lump in your throat and stepped back from him.
“I’m pregnant”
“Well shit.” There were a few moments of silence you didn’t know what he was thinking but he was definitely thinking.
“I can get the money for your abortion to you tonight on my way to the garrison” This was the moment your heart broke, you let the tears brim over.
“No.” You whispered feeling absolutely crushed.
“Yes. You’re not keeping it don’t be so ridiculous.” He started to walk to the door but turned round on his heels.
“If you get it done before, I’ll be over on Thursday for an hour or so.”
“Are you fucking joking Michael.”
“I’m not your bloody whore.” This made Michael laugh under his breath before looking you dead in the eyes.
“Well, what are you then?”
“Get out of my fucking house. Get out!” And with that he walked out the door slamming it behind him. You slumped to the ground sobbing. There was no light in his eyes anymore he wasn’t the man you once knew. You cried for hours until you eventually fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning you went through to the kitchen. On your table was an envelope with the money Michael had promised you. And all of a sudden you were no longer sad just angry, you had so much rage. You packed your suitcase and phoned your mum telling her you were leaving for London and she could do whatever she wanted with the flat. She begged you to stay but nothing was keeping you hear having to see his face every day. You slammed the door behind you and walked to the train station ready to leave small Heath behind you.

A couple days later after Michael had come home from his bender. He’d had a good sleep and earful from Polly about being stupid and going out drinking for days he remembered his conversation with (Y/N). He drove from Pols country house to (Y/N)’s flat in small Heath.
“(Y/N)! Open up! Listen I’m sorry let me in!” He got quite the shock when (Y/N)’s mum opened up the door.
“Michael, didn’t she tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“She’s gone.” And with that, his heart sank.
“What do you mean? Gone where?”
“London I believe, she said she needed to get away for a while, I’m sorry.”

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Guess who lost the Robins’ Rock, Paper, Scissors battle to not accompany Damian gift shopping?

Damian [to employee]: If I were to give you this gift basket, based on that action alone, and no other data, infer and describe the hypothetical relationship that exists between us.

Employee: Excuse me?

Damian: Here. *hands gift basket to employee* Now, are we friends, colleagues, lovers? Are you my grandmother?

Employee: I don’t understand what you’re talking about, and you’re making me a little uncomfortable.

Jason: *grabs Damian by the scruff of his neck*

Jason: See, sounds just like you and Raven. We’ll take it.

Jason: *takes the gift basket and drags Damian away*

Growing Gardens

❤ Soulmate Drabble (2/13) ❤

Originally posted by livelovelunch

Member: Mingyu
Genre:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Word count: 563

Every time something tragic happens in your life, a flower appears somewhere on your body that causes the same amount of pain.

Ever since you were young sweet pea flowers covered your knees and elbows, growing out of them like your body was the recreation of the Garden of Eden. Hues of purple and pink representing bruises and scrapes trickled down your skin as if you were an O’Keeffe masterpiece. People would always joke about how whoever your soulmate was was a stuntman or a spy in the secret service, for how else could someone’s body become so bruised so easily? But, you never seemed to mind, for when the time came you would know exactly who the love of your life would be.

High school was it’s own experience, where many people began to sprout deep red pansies, loud with anger or dark blue hyacinth that made everything oh so gloomy the most you ever received was sweet peas. The whole concept had always been that you feel the other’s pain, no one had ever expected that the worst thing you would ever feel was a sprained ankle that came to you in the form of bright orange snapdragons.

It was always a wonder what flowers you had caused to bloom, sure you had had bruises and scrapes, but what about the injuries you couldn’t see? Did cranberry zinna’s burst from their chest when you felt so stressed you thought you might explode? Did sunset shaded marigolds cascade down their cheeks when you couldn’t help but cry into your pillow? Whenever a new flower began to blossom on your body you saw it as a gift, but did they?

When you were younger you would keep your eyes glued to the pavement, like a makeshift Sherlock wandering for clues in hopes that one day you would find them. Oh, if you knew how right you would become.

It was the type of warm outside where nothing seemed to feel right unless you had an ice cream cone in your hand. It was the type of warm outside where the ants had finally begun to leave from wherever they go in the winter and began to make anthills that never failed to amaze you. It was the type of warm where the only thing you could feel was sunshine as it etched itself into your bones making everything feel brighter. It was that type of warm because you had found him.

His knees were tattooed with bruises that never seemed to go away before new ones formed. His palms had small patches of scrapes from catching himself over and over again. Within that moment you didn’t seem to be so afraid. You had planned out words for what you would say to him when you met him, written novels in your head of what it would be like. But you would have never guessed that everything seemed to fall from your lips so naturally.

You saw a boy with skin that had been so lovingly kissed by the sun and with legs that were covered in a rainbow of bandaids. You had saw a boy who was so beautiful you lost your breath trip over a rock in the road and laugh so carelessly about it. But you hadn’t expected to run over to him so naturally. “Here, I got you these.” You smiled holding up two long sets of purple and pink shoelaces.

And you watched his eyes light up so bright to show shades the flowers on your skin had never created as he saw that your legs matched his own.


Red and Black

Sam Winchester x Reader

2700 Words

Story Summary: An Anon Request:  Hey, I was wondering if I could request a oneshot? Something along the lines of the reader is a bit more on the curvy side, and on a hunt with the boys regarding a strip club, she has to be a dancer? If you do smut maybe a little of that, but if not maybe just a jealous Dean/Sam (I can never choose XD)? I really love your blog, and thanks for taking the time just to read this! Xoxo

Sorry this took so long!! Also, please be kind, I haven’t written much smut before, and I’m a little nervous about it. 

I tagged my forevers and Sam, but please don’t read if you don’t do smut!

Warnings: Explicit. exhibitionism. Smut. 

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

Sighing in frustration, you scared at the skimpy costumes laid out in front of you. Each one meant for a girl much smaller and lithe than you were. Not even sure the skimpy boy shorts would slide over your abundant thighs, you were about in tears when Sam came striding through the door.

“Y/N, we’ve narrowed it down to a vampire. We just need you to catch his eye, and we can capture him once and for all.” Sam told you, ignoring the curious glances from the other girls as they passed your open door.

“Sam…” You started, watching as another beautiful, skinny woman passed by your door, dressed skimpily. “I don’t think I can do this.”

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[Percy, Jason, and Nico in Cabin 13]

Percy: Wow, Nico, this is how you live?

Nico: What were you expecting?

Percy: I don’t know, rock walls, weapons everywhere, a waterfall for a door. I guess I was just picturing the bat cave.

Jason: Why do you need a vase full of lemons?

Nico: The room needed a pop of colour.

Jason: Who are you!?

Snack run | Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia

❁Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

❁Summary: you work in the shop of your aunt, and you’re about to close when a random boy enters the shop. You’re annoyed someone comes in 10 minutes before closing, but I guess it’s okay since he’s cute? And why does he need so many snacks?

❁Words: 950+

❁Category: Fluff

❁A/N: Taehyung is such a blessing to this earth oml;;;; enjoy <3

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Especially With You

||| Thanks @what-is-human for the idea! |||

VIXX x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,453

Originally posted by nxnight


“What, are you scared or something?” Taekwoon asked.

“Pff yeah, like I would get scared.” you lied.

“Then it’s settled.” Wonsik added coming in with a big box.

“What’s that?” you asked. “But never mind that, isn’t it like dangerous you know to go camping in this season?” you continued.

“Are you trying to make excuses not to go with us again?” Jaehwan questioned you.

“No of course not, why would I do that.”

“I don’t know why but she’s obviously scared.” Taekwoon stated.

“Wonsik why are you taking everything out of my fridge?” you asked him ignoring Taekwoon.

“Are you planning on not eating anything while we are there?”

“But why are you taking my food? How long do you even plan this camping trip to last? Do you really need that many?”

“Well we figured since you’re going we might as well take yours.”

“That doesn’t explain anything and when did I tell you that I’m going?” you were starting to get annoyed. This happened every time all of them got together. They decide on some stupid idea then come barging into your house dragging you along with them.

“I don’t think you have that many choices because we already got the van and took your food, so…” Jaehwan added.

“Ugh fine, let me get ready.”

“You have 5 minutes.” Taekwoon told you.

“5 minutes you have got to be joking.”

“Just hurry up the clock is already ticking.”

Trying to hold in your frustration you practically slammed open the door to your room. You thought about taking some warm clothes and when you were getting changed Hongbin came into the room without notice.

“Y/N do you have any pots we could borrow?”completely ignoring the fact that you’re half naked.

“What the fuck Hongbin, do you even know what knocking means?”

“Oh sorry but still do you-“

“Are doing this on purpose? Get the hell out of the room!”

“What, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

“What!?” you could feel your cheeks starting to burn.

“Oh! I made you blush! How cute!” he started laughing. You took your pillow and threw it at him.

“Get out! And find those pots by yourself!”

“Woah! You’re scary when you’re angry! Fine I’m leaving.” he said exiting to the hall and closing the door.

A few minutes later you were ready to go. You went to the living room and saw that now Jaehwan was the only one there.

“Everybody went to get the van.” he told you standing up and taking your backpack from you. “What happened there?”


“Is Hongbin giving you trouble again?”

“No, he’s just being and idiot.” you stated. “Let’s go.”

Jaehwan just gave you a quick look and followed you through the door. They weren’t lying when they told you they got a van.

“It’s huge!”

“That’s what she said.” Sanghyuk added.

“Hello to you to.” you said punching him in the arm. He got into the far back of the van, you, Hakyeon and Taekwoon sat in the middle, while Wonsik, Hongbin and Jaehwan sat in the front, Jaehwan being the one driving. He started the engine and you were beginning to reconsider your idea of actually going.

“You know what, I remembered that I have something to do, so you guys have fun.” you smiled opening the door when suddenly Hakyeon pulled you back into your seat and closed and also locked them.

“I think it’s a little bit late for that. We should get going before she tries anything else.” he told Jaehwan who finally drove out of your apartment’s parking lot.

“You know, I think it would be even better if you sat in the middle.” Hakyeon stated, standing up as much as the car’s roof let him. He got into the space between your legs and the front rows seats, hovering above you, his face too close to yours. You looked at him from the bottom up when your eyes met his and you started blushing.

“What?” he asked. “What did you just think?”

“Nothing.” you said, quickly getting into his seat.

“Hey now, don’t be like that. Tell me.” he begged. “Hey! where you blushing just now?” he asked, pinching your cheek.

“No, I’m not.”

“She’s blushing a lot today for some reason.” Hongbin laughed from the front seat.

“Shut up you! Ahh I’m going to sleep.” you said taking out your travelling pillow and positioning it on Taekwoon’s shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I think you’re the most comfortable to sleep on.” you spoke putting your head on the pillow. Taekwoon just looked at you.

“Okay, whatever.” he said.

“Hey why do I have to sit in the back alone?” Sanghyuk asked.

“Because you’re the youngest.” Hakyeon stated.

“No I’m not. Y/N is younger than me by a whole month.”

“It’s somehow scary sitting in the back alone.” you mumbled.

“What did you say?” Sanghyuk asked getting closer to you.

“I said it’s scary sitting in the back alone!”

Sanghyuk stared at you for a while in surprise and then started laughing loudly.

“Haha, what a crybaby!!”

“Ugh. I ought to better not talk with any of you.” you said making yourself comfortable on Taekwoon’s shoulder and closing your eyes. You don’t remember when you fell asleep but you woke up in the car alone, a blanket on you. You looked around and saw that the boys were building the tents outside. You stepped out of the car and went to help them.

“Look who decided to show up.” Wonsik told everyone.

“Why are there only three tents?”

“So you could sleep with me.” he smirked.

“No way am I sleeping with you.”

“This one over here has enough room for three, while the other two have enough for two, so either way, you’re gonna have to sleep with somebody.” Jaehwan said.

“I say we do rock-paper-scissors and whoever wins gets to sleep with Y/N.” Sanghyuk suggested.

“Why do you get to decide for me?” you were about to ask but they already started playing. Hongbin won.

“I guess I can keep you all to myself tonight” he joked to which you just rolled your eyes.

You decided to start the fire instead and before dark you were all ready. You ate your dinner and were now roasting marshmallows over the fire.

“You know, I heard a bunch of people disappeared in these areas.” Hongbin started.

“Are you serious?” you gulped.

“Of course, the last one disappeared just yesterday.”

“Stop joking like that, it’s not funny.”

“I never said I was joking.” he looked at you with a serious face.

“Hongbin, stop. She’s scared of camping as it is.” Jaehwan said.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah right.” Sanghyuk laughed.

“Why don’t we talk about something else instead.” you tried to change the subject.

“Okay then. How about we play truth or dare?” Hakyeon suggested. “I start. Y/N what did you think about back then in the car?”

Everyone looked at you.

“Okay I’m going to sleep.” you told everyone standing up.

“Hey, stop avoiding the question!”

“Are you going to sleep without me?” Hongbin interrupted, trying to make an offended expression.

“Yes I am.” you stated and went to tent, everyone following you with their eyes.

“What’s up with her?” Taekwoon inquired.

But before anyone could answer his question you came back.

“Back already?” Wonsik asked.

“Well you know I thought since we are all here maybe I will stay for a bit longer.”

“You’re scared, aren’t you!?” Sanghyuk laughed.

“Oh come here you! You look so cute when you’re shy.” Jaehwan said pulling you to the bench and putting a blanket around your shoulders.

You talked with them about everything and nothing and before you knew it, it was already way past midnight.

“Maybe we should go to sleep.” Taekwoon suggested.

“I’m going to be here for a little while longer, the fire calms me down somehow.” you told them.

“I will meet you in the tent then.” Hongbin winked.

As they all went their separate ways you grabbed Hakyeon by his jacket sleeve.

“Could you maybe stay with me?” you begged. He looked at you with warm eyes.

“Of course.” he said, sitting next to you. You decided to share your blanket with him and now both of you were sitting silently by the fire.

“You know, I might come off as a bitch sometimes but I actually really like spending time, like this, with you guys.”

“I know.”

You put your head on his lap.

“I wish moments like these would last forever” you whispered.

Hakyeon looked down at you.

“Me too.” he said stroking your hair. “Especially with you.” he thought to himself.

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A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

Someone Buy Me Roses

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “could you do an imagine where the reader works at a florist and is really shy and sweet and desolation row gerard has THE BIGGEST CRUSH on them? xx”

A/N: I’m just gonna tag @chemicalimagines because there have been too many mentions of both Desolation Row and florist AUs on her blog for this to not be her fault. 

You were standing behind the counter, debating whether to start straightening the calla lilies on display, when the bell rang, drawing attention the strange, black-haired man who had just walked into the flower shop.

He was wearing a leather jacket, and he had a bandage just above on eye. You wondered what he was doing here. He looked like the type of guy who was more likely to buy Black Flag tickets for his girlfriend than a bouquet. Assuming he had one. But, why wouldn’t he? He was gorgeous, in a bad-boy sort of way.

He looked nervous. You knew you should probably ask him if he needed any help, but you were too shy. Maybe I’m a bad fit for the customer service industry, you thought with a frown. I opened this shop because I’ve always loved growing plants, but if I can’t talk to people who come into the store, I’ll never sell anything.

Then, suddenly, you heard sirens in the distance. It sounded like they were getting closer by the minute. The man jumped.

“Hey!” he said, running up to the counter, taking you aback. “Listen! If you let me hide in the backroom, I’ll buy every damn rose in this place, alright?!”

“Wha…..” you gaped, unsure what to say. Why did the man want to hide here? You realized that the police must be after him, and he was trying not to get caught.

“Please,” the stranger pleaded. “I’m serious. I have the money, I’ll do it. Just help me!”

If he did have money for all of your roses, you wondered where he had gotten it from. For all you knew, he could’ve robbed a bank.

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Jared Kleinman headcanons

A/N: I can’t tell if this is good or OOC, I might make this into a full oneshot so it’s got structure, I also made this photo because I said he turned into a question mark 

- Jared is very black a white

- He either is the most lovey dovey person in the world or he’s like ew you’re a loser

- At school, he is kinda down for PDA

- Like he’ll hold your hand and kiss your cheek, but that’s the extent

- Unless he feels like someone is hitting on you, then he will lean into you more

- Your personal space will become his space

- Whenever you two are at his or your house, that’s when lovey dovey Jared comes out

- He’ll wrap his arms around you and they won’t move until you leave

- At first when you and Jared start dating, he’s apprehensive for like touching      

- Not to say he didn’t like it, but it was new to him

- He thought that if you tried to cuddle with him, he’s screw it up

- So when you first initiated a cuddle, he shoved you off suddenly

- “Get off me you nerd”

- Of course, you were a little hurt but you wanted to know he was so against cuddling

- Now that you think about it, he is very against any physical contact

- He didn’t like to hold hands, he didn’t like to hug you

- But you let it go, you know not to press Jared on anything, he’s very stubborn

- Slowly, you stopped trying

- Jared took notice quickly

- He noticed because you didn’t kiss his cheek when you got in his car to go to school

- But he brushed it off, maybe you forgot to brush your teeth or something

- And then he didn’t get his goodbye hug while going to 1st period

- That’s when he was getting worried, but he didn’t know how to ask

- But Jared isn’t one to beat around the bushes, so at lunch he just blurted it out

- “Hey why are you being so not touchy?”

- “Why do you think?”

- “I don’t know, why do you think I’m asking?”

- You were angry with his blindness “I’m going to sit with Zoe”

- He turned into a giant question mark, he didn’t understand what was up

- Even though he was seen as the stubborn one, you also could be

- So he did what you did, didn’t press for answers

- He’s a firm believer in leaving the problem alone until it all blows over  

- And you’re a firm believer in confiding all your emotions to Zoe

- She tells you just to tell Jared all you feel, lmao does she know who she’s talking to

- You’re just like, “I am not telling Jared anything until he understand what I’m mad about without me telling him anything”

- Even though you know Jared is terrible at guessing, that’s why no one wants him on their team for charades

- But as said before, you’re both stubborn as a rock

- But you two were like okay let’s pretend nothing is wrong and go about our life until someone cracks

- Jared is the first to break

- You’re sitting at his house on his bean bag chair and he feels alone even though you’re there

- He decides he misses your warmth close to him but then he’s like HOLY SHIT I REMEMEBER WHAT I DID WRONG

- But at the same time he’s like don’t be a doofus Kleinman, keep it chill

- And he decides to initiate a cuddle

- Then he is trying to slide over on the floor to reach your chair but then he spills your drink that’s sitting on the floor next to you

- “WhAt ThE hELL JARED!”

- He’s freaking out trying to clean it up quick before it gets on his console or any of the wires

- And you’re trying to help him because you’re a good person

- Once you’re done cleaning it up, you want to know what he needed in the first place

- But he’s like oh hey maybe that was a bad idea and he refuses to say so

- And that makes you angry and then an argument ensues

- “Jared, If we don’t have communication, what do we have?”

- “You’ve been avoiding telling me why you haven’t been touchy at all for the past weeks?”

- “Because you don’t like it”

- And he remembers that and then he feels bad

- He mumbles to himself that he didn’t want to make the cuddling awkward because he’s never done that before

- But because you don’t have bionic hearing you ask him to speak up and he’s like naw so you ask again and he’s still like naw then you’re back at where you started with a communication issue

- And then you’re frustrated so you decide just to go home and Jared really doesn’t want you to so as you’re about to exit his basement, he yells at you the reason he didn’t want to cuddle

- And then you feel really bad and then boom back to your lovey self

- You give Jared a massive hug and you don’t let for like 3 minutes

- And he totally accepts that, he hugs back and nuzzles his neck in the crook of your shoulder

- And since then, Jared became more comfortable with ya touching him and he liked to touch you too (that sounds weird but it’s cute I swear)