indignant you

i’m sorry but the phrase ‘among their shared interests’ summons nothing in my mind but a vision of rey getting on some GFFA dating app and seeing ‘99% match with kylo ren’ and her ensuing indignant shriek echoing for miles and sending the nearest flock of porgs scattering

LGBTQ+ Movies of 2016: Part 3

Below Her Mouth

An unexpected affair quickly escalates into a heart-stopping reality for two women whose passionate connection changes their lives forever.

Do You Take This Man

Daniel and Christopher have to rely on their close friends and families to help them through drama on the eve of their wedding.

Indignation 

In 1951, Marcus, a working-class Jewish student from New Jersey, attends a small Ohio college, where he struggles with sexual repression and cultural disaffection, amid the ongoing Korean War.

Women Who Kill

Commitment phobic Morgan and her ex-girlfriend Jean, locally famous true crime podcasters, suspect Morgan’s new love interest is a murderer.

I, Olga Hepnarová (Já, Olga Hepnarová)

Raised in Prague, Olga Hepnarová was a timid by nature and troubled child with no friends, that was frequently bullied by her classmates. Living in a strict family environment, feeling alone and unable to cope with life’s issues, she gradually alienated herself. Unable to fit in, she felt a raging hatred growing inside her towards the indifference of society that left her destroyed by people. Rejected by everyone and marginalized, she meticulously plotted against society, declaring her intention for revenge against her family and the world…

It’s Only the End of the World (Juste la fin du monde)

After 12 years of absence, Louis, a writer, goes back to his hometown, planning on announcing his upcoming death to his family. 

Center of my World (Die Mitte der Welt)

After a summer spent with his his best friend Kat to escape his family, Phil goes back to school and starts to question his feelings towards Nicholas, a new classmate.

The Pass

Nineteen-year-old Jason and Ade have been in the Academy of a famous London football club since they were eight years old. It’s the night before their first-ever game for the first team - a Champions League match - and they’re in a hotel room in Romania. They should be sleeping, but they’re over-excited. They skip, fight, mock each other, prepare their kit, watch a teammate’s sex tape. And then, out of nowhere, one of them kisses the other. The impact of this ‘pass’ reverberates through the next ten years of their lives - a decade of fame and failure, secrets and lies, in a sporting world where image is everything.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

okay but imagine lance finally making keith laugh but when lance points it out in front of everyone keith is like “nope. don’t remember. didn’t happened”

Wrong Taxi (Part 1)

Summary: You get into an already occupied taxi and what ensues can only be bad luck. (Done for Kait’s 5k AU Writing Challenge).

Word Count: 2,757

Warnings: Drinking. Throwing up. 

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble series, but it is definitely not lol. I hope you all enjoy this first part. It’s gonna be a fun ride :D

Originally posted by dolorioushaze


The heartache was more than you could have ever foreseen. You were blissfully unaware of how much value you had placed on your relationship with your now-ex boyfriend. It was a slap in the face when he broke up with you and you found yourself crying in a bathroom stall at work. Cursing at yourself, you wiped your eyes with the coarse toilet paper, hissing at the sting it caused on the sensitive skin. Kleenex did a much better job, but the box was currently sitting on your desk, which was in the middle of the vast office you worked at. And the last thing you wanted was wandering eyes and gossips flowing around the office with you in the center of it all.

Blowing your nose, you groaned and buried your face in your hands. Expletives ricocheted back and forth inside your brain, almost all of them directed at your former boyfriend, but some of them were for yourself. You had been foolish, utterly and completely foolish. Thinking that he was as in love with you as you were with him, you had even asked him to move in the previous week. He had just smiled at you and told you he’d think about it.

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Involved

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: i honestly don’t know if i like this or not but like……..fwb peter

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

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It’s the second session of an online campaign, using roll20 and Discord voice chat. The party is 6 level 1 characters and they’re fighting fifteen goblins in a dungeon. It’s the goblins’ turn while the players OOCly talk tactics.

DM (muttering under her breath): I’m super tempted…

Sorceror: Guys, I don’t like the way she just said she’s super tempted! Maybe we should talk about that!

DM: *cackles*

Cleric: Yeah, that’s not a good laugh.

DM: Okay, this goblin is gonna come up here…[six goblins now surround the paladin, who is at full health] And they’re all gonna swing at [paladin].

Paladin: *sigh* Okay, bring it on.

Most of them hit, and they roll well for damage.

Paladin (incredibly indignant and offended): HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED

DM: *already laughing her ass off*

Paladin: THAT YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND ELEGANT PERSON, AND THAT IF WE EVER MET IN REAL LIFE I WOULD GIVE YOU A BIIIIIG HUG TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, AND I WOULD LIFT YOU UP AND SPIN YOU AROUND AND THEN I WOULD DROP YOU OFF A CLIFF!!!!

The paladin was knocked out.

Rotten Judgement - part 6

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:2,052

Warnings: the usual + Torture, Blood, Death

A/N: I hate warnings, they spoil all the fun… Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on in my brain, but I enjoy drama lol Enjoy, lovely cupcakes :)

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

Two weeks after you last saw Bucky, you were getting ready for your meeting with Sam and his team when you heard a lot of giggling and chattering in the hallway. You rolled your eyes, recognizing the voice of the two Furies.

“What do you want?” you asked defensively as you swung the door open.

“Missed us?”

Wanda pressed her cheek against Nat’s and they both gave you their best innocent smile. When you didn’t answer, they bat their eyelashes at you.

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Temptation: Chapter 1 (M)

Based on this request for a lovely anon. Enjoy it mate ;)

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Werewolf! Jungkook, smut

Word count: 4,126 words

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Jungkook!”

No answer.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Jungkook!”

Still no answer. You didn’t care that an old lady walking behind you gave you a very dirty look before shuffling down the corridor to her own apartment. It was only the manners instilled by your parents that stopped you from shooting daggers right back at her.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“JEON JUNGKOOK! Open the fucking door right now or I -”

Your shouts as well as your fist froze in mid-air when the door whipped open to reveal the man whose name you’d been yelling at the top of your lungs.

“Why the hell are you banging my door down?” Jungkook’s frown and his tone told you that he was irritated, which fueled your anger even more. He had no right to be annoyed at you after the shit he had put you through today.

“Why weren’t you at work?” You managed to lower your volume now that there wasn’t a door separating the two of you, but you made sure that he knew how angry you were.

“I took a day off, but I’m sure you could have gotten that information from the HR.”

His flippant answer didn’t impress you one bit. “You know that isn’t what I’m talking about.”

“Then what are you talking about?” The question came out sounding incredulous, but you didn’t miss the uncomfortable shuffling of the guilty man. He knew what you were talking about. Before you could point it out, however, a high-pitched woman’s voice called from inside his apartment.

“Who’s at the door, babe? Come back to bed, I can’t wait anymore!”

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Games and Piercings Part 2

Since so many of you asked so kindly, here we are my lovely starlings! All the love to @ohwhataprettypinkhat for being my friend and helping me so much to add to her lovely prompt. You’re the real MVP here!

           The planet was interesting to say the least. It wasn’t humanoid enough to mistake it for earth. But it also wasn’t foreign enough to mistake it for another alien planet. It was a strange disorientating mix. Though Lance could feel the extra gravity weighing on him, his arm was buzzing with a strange numbness too that felt heavier than the rest of his body. The lion on his arm almost feeling like it was real and digging into his shoulder and not just alien ink.

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Missed Opportunities

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

Anon requests: If ur still taking requests. Can you do one where the reader of best friends with Juggie but they told him how they feel, but Juggie doesn’t listen and then in a football game Reggie makes a move and they accept b/c Juggie doesn’t seem to acknowledge them that way and Juggie ends up jealous…

Request if you still take one. Reader and Jughead have been friends forever and they said stuff to each other about being together but Jughead been avoiding it. Reader wants something more, and in a football game Reggie asks them out and they say yes b/c they feel they need to love since Jughead is avoiding them about their feelings and Jughead gets jealous…

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You missed a thousand opportunities to tell your best friend that you fell in love with him.  One night, you finally seize the chance.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,926

A/N: I’m so sorry for my inactivity, I hope this longer imagine makes up for it.  Enjoy!


You didn’t mean to fall in love with your best friend.  It was an accident.

You weren’t sure when exactly it happened.  It wasn’t anything sudden; you didn’t wake up one morning and realize you were in love. It was a slow process.

Maybe it began when you two met at Pop’s.  He was sitting in his regular booth, brooding and mysterious.  He was the edgiest ten year old in Riverdale.  For the first time, you entered Pop’s all by yourself. Your parents had decided that double digits meant that you could be more independent.  Of course, your first action was to go to the best diner in Riverdale all on your own.  Once you arrived, you realized how scary being alone was.  Scanning the diner, you looked for a companion to sit with.  You spotted a boy who looked around the same age as you.

“Can I sit here?” you asked, approaching the table.  The boy stared at you suspiciously for a moment.

“Sure,” he nodded after a second of contemplation.  You smiled and sat down across from him.

“I’m (Y/N),” you greeted, sticking your hand out across the table.  The boy tentatively shook it.

“Jughead,” he introduced himself.

“That’s a weird name,” you crinkled your nose.  He shrugged.

“I know.”

Maybe it was that night at the drive-in: a cold October night, and you forgot your jacket.  Vertigo was on that night, and Jughead, knowing it was one of your favorite movies, notified you that it was playing.  You asked him, with a smirk, if he had anything to do with this movie being played; with an indignant scoff, he promised you that he had no part in the Twilight Drive-In playing your favorite movie.  The two of you sat together watching the movie, Jughead’s arm casually draped around your shoulders.  Bitter October night winds blew in, causing you to shiver.  Jughead noticed this, so he drew you closer to him.  It wasn’t the warmth Jughead provided you that caused the redness in you cheeks.

There was no way for you to pinpoint when exactly you fell in love with your best friend.  Every time you saw him, wearing that goddamned beanie and a wide grin, your heart skipped a beat.  Each time your hands brushed against each other, or your thighs rested right next to each other, you could feel your affection swell.

But as Newton’s third law states: every action has an equal opposite reaction.  Every time you fell a little more in love with Jughead, there was an agonizing pain in your heart because you could never be with him.  You knew you could never build up the courage to tell your best friend you’re in love with him.  All the risks threatening your friendship with Jughead were enough to keep your feelings bottled up.

Although you swore to yourself that you’d never reveal your secret affections for Jughead, you found that hiding things from your best friend was more difficult than you imagined.

“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted your thoughts, causing your head to snap up.  Immediately, you plastered a smile on your face.

“Yeah, Jug?” you asked, slightly tilting your head.  He shook his head at you.

“What’s up with you lately?” he questioned, narrowing his eyes.  “You’ve been acting weird for weeks.”

“I’m fine Jug,” you waved him off.  “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something,” Jughead ignored your protests.  

“I promise you, Jug, if there’s something wrong I’ll tell you.”  Satisfied with your answer, he nodded at your response and turned back to his laptop.  The two of you sat in the diner booth, each doing your own thing.  After an hour of silence, you closed the book you were reading and set it down on the table.  Jughead noticed this, so he lowered his laptop lid.

“Something wrong?” he inquired.  You pursed your lips for a moment, contemplating what to say.

“Have you ever thought about us?” you asked.  He shot you a confused glance, so you elaborated.  “Have you ever thought about us, I don’t know… as not friends?  Like more?”  Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean… yeah,” he shrugged. You bit your lip.

“Do you think it could ever work?”

“I don’t know,” he responded.  “I’d just hate to ruin our great friendship, you know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.  “I know exactly what you mean.”


The next day at school, Jughead completely avoided you.  Every time you attempted to approach him, he turned on his heel and walked in the other direction.  After practically confessing your feelings last night, you were devastated to see Jughead ignoring you.  This continued throughout the rest of the week; Jughead never talked to you, no matter how hard you tried to communicate with him.  On Friday, Archie approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted. You shot him a small smile.

“Hey, Archie.”

“I’m sorry about Jughead,” he frowned, looking at you with pity.  You shrugged and shook your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you responded, causing his frown to deepen.  “Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Well, actually, no,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I know it’s been a rough week for you, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game tonight.  It’s a big game, so I’d just really appreciate it if you were there.”  He offered a hesitant smile at you, and your fake smile widened into a real one.

“Sure, Archie,” you responded.  He thanked you and headed away, probably searching for other people to invite to the game.  You knew you hadn’t been in the best shape for the past week, but you figured this was the perfect opportunity to get your mind off of everything that had happened. It was an opportunity to forget about Jughead.


You arrived at the football stadium, and you wandered into the bleachers, looking for a place to sit. As you wandered around, you spotted Jughead.  Before he could turn his head to look at you, you dashed out of sight.  Finally, you found a seat at the top of the bleachers. You watched the entire game from there, clapping and cheering along with the rest of the crowd every time Riverdale High’s team scored.  Once the buzzer signaled the end of the game, and another victory for Riverdale, you ran down to the field to congratulate Archie.  Instead of finding Archie, you ran into Reggie.

“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, his sweaty figure towering over you.  

“Hey, Reggie!” you smiled. He grinned.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” he noted.  You shrugged.

“Did you want to?”

“Well yeah,” he laughed. Oddly, you found yourself blushing. “We should catch up sometime, (Y/N). How about Tuesday?”  You blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.

“Seriously?” you questioned. He nodded as if it was obvious.

“Of course.  Eight o’clock at Pop’s?”  You grinned and nodded.  He did the same and then walked off to celebrate the victory with his teammates. Turning on your heel, you suddenly came face-to-face with Jughead.

“Reggie?  Seriously (Y/N)?” he inquired, crossing his arms and raising a brow.

“At least he had the courage to ask me out,” you scoffed, stomping off and leaving a stunned Jughead behind.


Tuesday night arrived quickly, and, as promised, you met Reggie at Pop’s.  He sat waiting in a booth, and when you entered, his face illuminated with a grin.  The night went successfully, and you thoroughly enjoyed your time with Reggie. You didn’t even notice the dark figure watching you from a few booths away.

“I had a great time tonight, (Y/N),” Reggie said as he noticed the time.  It was nearly midnight.  “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling.  He grinned.

“And, just to be clear, these are dates, right?”  You hesitated at this, and for the first time you looked up and spotted Jughead. Realizing you were staring at him, he averted his gaze.  You turned back to Reggie and frowned.

“Reggie,” you started, twiddling with your fingers.  His face slowly fell as he anticipated what you were going to say.  “You’re a great guy.  Any girl would be lucky to have you, but… I like someone else.”  You smiled apologetically at him.  “I’m sorry.  I hope we can still be friends.”  The football star stood up, remaining in front of your table.  He offered you a small smile.

“I understand,” he sighed. “Of course we can be friends.  I’ll see you around, (Y/N).”  He strode away from your table and exited the diner. Once he was out of sight, you turned all of your attention to Jughead.  You stood up and rushed over to his table.

“What the hell, Jughead?” you seethed, sitting down across from him.  He refused to make eye contact with you.  “Were you spying on me?”

“We’re best friends, (Y/N), you should know by now that I’m always at Pop’s,” he spat in retaliation. You didn’t back down.

“Oh so we are best friends?” you cynically questioned.  “That’s funny, because I don’t think we’ve spoken in a week.”

“I had a lot on my mind, okay?” he defended himself, growing quieter.  You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“Uh huh,” you scoffed, “a lot on your mind.  Whatever, Jughead.”  You rose from your seat and prepared to exit, but Jughead grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, (Y/N),” he stopped you.  You raised an eyebrow.  “I’m sorry.”

“Wow thanks,” you smiled sarcastically.  “This makes everything better, Jughead.”

“I know it doesn’t,” he rolled his eyes, “but I can’t do anything else except apologize, (Y/N).”

“How about you talk to me?” you offered, narrowing your eyes as you settled back into your seat.  “Because I’ve had my feelings out there for a week now, Jughead, and you haven’t said anything about it.”

“What feelings?” he questioned.  “All you asked me is if I thought we should be a couple.”

“What do you think that was?” you practically screamed.  “Did you really just think that was just casual conversation, Jug?  Come on, you’re smarter than that!”

“Okay, so you confessed your feelings to me!” he exclaimed, frustratedly throwing his hands up.  “How do you think I felt, (Y/N)?  When I thought my best friend was thinking about the same possibility as me?  I was fucking terrified!”  This drew you aback.

“Terrified?” you echoed. “Why… why were you terrified?”

“Because I think about that too, (Y/N), all the time!” he didn’t yell, but his voice grew louder.  “I don’t know when it happened, but sometime between that first time you walked in through those diner doors,” he pointed at the entrance, “and right now, something changed.  I don’t know when, I don’t know how, and I certainly don’t know why.  All I know when I saw you laughing with good-looking, athletic Reggie the only thing I could think about is all the times I could’ve told you how I felt, and I didn’t.”  He was almost panting by the end of his tangent, and you were subdued by shock.  The two of you sat together in silence, staring at each other in astonishment.  

“Missed opportunities,” you finally murmured, breaking the silence.  “We both… we both missed so many opportunities.”  You bit your lip between your teeth, holding back a smile.

“But here we are,” Jughead replied, a smile creeping onto his face.  “We missed a thousand opportunities, but the universe gave us one more.”

“I don’t believe in fate,” you smiled.  He grinned.

“Neither do I,” he responded.  “But I do believe in us.”

Mirror, Mirror

Originally posted by jonginssoo

OTP(s): Oh Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,622

Sypnosis: Who knew lust could follow after a dumb argument in gym class?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content involving two-way mirrors, raven-haired Sehun, Oh Sehun in general


Physical education was probably the only class in the universe where things could turn from moderately temperate to indescribably heated in the small interval of seven minutes.

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Crush (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.

Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out, basically it’s nothing, slight angst

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

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“We have to–”

“No!”

Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn’t, like Jason’s judgment was not good enough to be considered.

“He will escape!”

“You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!”

This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason’s throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.

You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.
You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn’t understand how Bruce didn’t notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.

Jason’s jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.
Alone in death. Alone in life.
Would they even notice if he’d die, again.
Probably not.

“No one wants to go after him?!” You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. “You’re an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you.” And with that you followed Jason.

You thought Jason was funny, you didn’t know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.
This was anger and fear.
Anger about Bruce’s behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.
And you never wanted to witness that.

Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. “Jason, stop!” You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. “STOP!” You knew he wouldn’t make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.

You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.
You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.
Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.

You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.

You scoffed. “With me? You were jumping… jump– jumping into death!” You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn’t, right? He wouldn’t just want to die again?

“And?” Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. “My decision.”

“Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again.” You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.

“I don’t have to talk to you,” he said angrily and got up.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for being the only one coming after me.” You mimicked his voice before talking in your own tone. “No biggie, Jason. Bruce was a real dick. I really like you and if you ever need company just give me a ring. You are not alone, dude.”

He was stopping right at the edge of the window and his head turned slightly.
You wondered if he was crying under the helmet.

“You’re a good liar.”

“You are bad at spotting lies then, because non of this was a lie.”

He stomped past you. His lethal body now towering over you, making your heart race. You wanted to see his eyes so bad in this moment.

“You hate me just as much as everyone else does, don’t pretend.” He hissed.

You laughed inauthentic, almost sarcastically. “That’s what you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so desperate for approval.”

Now he was the one laughing inauthentic, almost sarcastically.
You were standing there, daring at each other as if at any second you would kill one another.

You were the first to move, taking a deep breath.
Jason watched your face soften and body relax almost as if he had defeated you and it didn’t make sense to him.

“I don’t hate you, Jason. I hate that I like you.” You paused. “Like in like like. I’m not good with feelings, you know.” You shrugged.

He tore his helmet off his face. His brows were pulled into a tight frown. His eyes made your insides tingle, but they were so full of question. “What?”

“Yeah.” You raised your hands innocently. “C'mon, don’t tell me your self-esteem is so damaged you don’t believe someone has a crush on you.”

He didn’t even blink.

You got more serious now. “I mean, that’s not why I ran after you. Bru–”

His lips shut you up. Soft, warm lips moved against yours, sweet and tenderly asking for permission. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder to your neck and the other one had took a hold of your chin, tugging it up slightly.
You straightened up and stepped towards him. You pulled him closer by his leather jacket before your hand dipped into his dark hair and wrapped around the hot skin of his neck.
The ground underneath your feet shook so blissfully, making both your knees weak.

Each others lips were the best things you two have ever tasted, sweeter than honey and you wanted more; you couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s lips were making your head spin and yours made him forget about all the shit floating in his head for once.
It was an instant addiction. You craved more from one another.

His hands travelled down your sides, slowly, leaving your skin warm and charged with electricity that made you shiver.
All this stupid body amour in the way.
You jump and wrapped your legs around him. Jason carried you to one of the desk that were standing around. The shattered glass creaked underneath his boots.

You trailed kisses along his jawline. Tiny gasps sneaked over his lips as you bit the skin on his neck just so lightly.
It sounded more melodic than music to you.
Jason tugged on your hair. You breathed in sharply and found his eyes which gleamed with passion and lust, seeming three shades darker.

He laid his forehead to yours while his hands held your thighs, rubbing tiny patterns. “Not here.” He whispered, breathing heavily. “We deserve better.” He looked around and a small grin tugged on his lips.

You nodded and he leaned back in, kissing you for some more moment before grabbing his helmet and putting it on. It was so hard to pull away, to not rip each others amour off right there.

You two stood at the edge now, trying to figure out where you were.
He was holding your hand almost as if he was scared you’d vanish or be ripped away from him if he didn’t.

“I think my apartment is close,” he said. “But this hotel is closer. I mean, would be quite funny to just walk in as (Y/A) and Red Hood.” He shrugged. “I already see the article in Gotham Gossip.” His eyes scrutinized your face and he smiled seeing how flushed you were.
He didn’t feel alone.

“That be a real punch in the face for them. They always try to make me and Dick work.” You picked your grappling gun up, handing it to him.

“I don’t ship that.” He pulled you close and aimed at the nearest roof. You laughed while being dragged through the air. He let go of you as your feet touched the roof and you ran jumping to another one as a voice echoed in your ears.

“Red Hood, (Y/A), you copy?”

Jason stopped and you crashed into him. He kept his hands around you. You shook your head, looking up at the red helmet.

“We can’t just– I didn’t know you were so bitter, (Y/N).” The smirk on his lips was audible.

“I’m not bitter, I just have a million other things on my mind now and every single one is you.”

“I– Same, but we have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smile warmly. “You’re too pure, Jason.”

“We–” He was searching for the right words, how to phrase what he wanted to say best. “We have time, right?”

You get on your tiptoes and kiss the helmet where his mouth was supposed to be. This wasn’t just lust. There was so much more beneath the lust and longing. “Right,” you said, smiling foolishly.

“We copy, Batman. Sup?”

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While writing this, this scenario of someone trying to hug Jason and his chest taser is still on, popped up in my mind and made me laugh real hard.
Also, I guess I’ll do a part two. » part two is up

Holding Out For A Hero - Peter Parker

Characters: Peter Parker/Reader

Word Count: 2,229

Warnings: Mild Violence

Notes: This is my first time posting some of my writing on Tumblr! I was contemplating whether or not to create a whole separate blog for fanfiction, but I’m not sure yet. Hope you enjoy! Please comment to let me know what you think! P.S. This is super gross and short and I was too lazy to finish it, sorry. 


THREE WEEKS AGO

“Okay, what is the metallurgical process called in which a metal is obtained in a fused state?” You recited from a passage in the textbook, slightly stumped yourself if it wasn’t for the answer column on the right side of the page. Peter chewed on the tip of his eraser, tapping his pencil against his splayed homework, which, still happened to be blank. You could see the cogs and gears working in his head, but something was distracting him. His normally bright features were reduced to a dim, throbbing pulse, and his mouth had been eternally drawn into a frown. 

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Can-can you repeat the question again?”

“The answer was smelting,” you stated bluntly, feeling a morsel of pity harden in your chest. The period was almost over, but Peter was in no shape to take the chemistry quiz tomorrow, even if it was a small part of his overall grade. Surely you could extend the session for a little while longer, right? Just until he got the gist of it. The shortcoming of light and unbreathable tension that had befallen the muggy atmosphere made it hard for you to pinpoint his pronounced apprehension, yet even in your half-awake, disheveled state, you could still manage to discern every exhausted feature of the boy that sat before you in the afternoon murkiness.

Peter’s shoulders slumped and he held his face in his hands, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I am so, so sorry, Y/N. This is useless. I’m wasting your time. Thanks for trying to help me, but we’ve been at this for ages.“  

“Hey,” you cooed, placing a hand on his leg, only realizing minutes after an awkward deadlock that your comforting gesture was anything but platonic. You withdrew your arm almost immediately, your fingers inadvertently brushing past the outer of his thigh in a frantic frenzy to recompose yourself, and your cheeks flushed a reddish hue you hoped he would assume from the sun’s harsh glares.

 Peter’s lower lip was close to bleeding from all the anxious gnawing he had accomplished in the alarmingly-short time frame. You were used to being able to ease people’s worries fairly quickly, yet upon witnessing Peter’s neurotic state with your very two eyes, the more you tried to help him, the more you continued to nourish his discomposure.

The petulant frown on your face turned briefly apologetic, and the knot manifesting in the bottom of your stomach tightened unforgivably. “How about we take a break? I can cook some food for us downstairs. My parents are working late tonight, so I’d pretty much be on my own anyways. It’s really no trouble, Peter.” 

The boy’s head perked up instantly. “Did you just call me by my first name?” he mused, grinning wryly. 

You laughed halfheartedly. “Don’t get used to it.”

Peter followed you into the kitchen, hoisting himself up onto the counter rather fluidly, and he wrung his hands in his lap, watching as you gathered various ingredients from the cupboards. With armfuls of spices and cutlery, you disgorged your ever-growing pile onto a cutting board, accidentally dropping a ceramic bowl in the process. You barely had time to shriek as your mother’s esteemed dish tumbled towards the tiles, but before it could shatter into shards, Peter reached down and grabbed it out of thin air, catching it centimeters from the ground. 

“This-ah-I think this is yours,” he offered shyly, slowly handing you the bowl that should have been blown to smithereens if it wasn’t for his unnaturally quick reflexes. With your mouth agape, you stared at Peter in awe, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Did he? Could he? How was that even possible? You had seen Peter during P.E. He wasn’t fast, and he wasn’t athletic. His coordination was okay, but compared to everybody else, he was as ordinary as they came. 

Speechless, you returned to your cooking, turning the dial on the stove as you waited for the burners to heat up. The crackle of fire permeated throughout the room. 

“How-how did you do that?” You exasperated, placing your hands on your hips incredulously. Okay, now you knew for certain that something was seriously off. The whole night had been weird, but that—that was absurd

Peter obviously wasn’t expecting you to be so upfront, judging by the fact that he was stuffing his face with a half-eaten bag of croutons. “Do what?” he mumbled, swallowing thickly. 

“This! How did you do this?” You shook the bowl accusingly in his presence, your eyes aflame with a spark of lunacy, searching for any plausible answer in your frustratingly empty head. It wasn’t logical. Nobody was that quick. Not even Quicksilver. 

Peter flinched. “Guess I got lucky?”

“Pfft, yeah, right. It was luck. Will you get lucky on your chemistry quiz tomorrow, too?” Maybe you were being a little harsh, but you didn’t believe him for a second. 

You could feel his eyes perusing the kitchen as you shoveled a thinning pile of vegetables into the pan, nudging them around with a wooden spatula. Right as the cabbage and peas and carrots hit the surface, the oil popped like bubbles in champagne. The two of you managed to make small talk for a while, but the conversation didn’t last long. You mixed in the rice next, wincing as flecks of oil bit at your wrist. Peter descried your unease almost immediately. 

He was about to say something before his phone went off, and repentantly, he ducked out of the room, picking up the call. You could hear his footsteps hike idly up the stairs. It was probably just someone checking in on him, right? But then again, why did he have to go all the way upstairs to answer it? That boy was hiding something, and you would get to the bottom of it, no matter how long it took. You dumped the frying pan over two China bowls, scooping out the fried rice with haste. 

Stealthily, you ascended towards the top of the stairwell, following the muffled voice that trailed down the corridor, ending at the bathroom door. The walls were somewhat soundproof, so you could only catch snippets here and there, but at one point, you thought you’d heard your name. You didn’t want to jar the partition open—or even jostle the knob to see if it was locked—because Peter would notice either way. Your fingers itched to yank open the door—to expose him for the liar that he was. And to think that you were just starting to tolerate him. 

Suddenly, as you were about to knock, the door flung open and you tripped over your toes, crashing into Peter’s chest with the grace of a newborn calf. You let out a high-pitched scream before foolishly realizing that you had yet to hit the ground, and with hesitance, you opened your eyes, baffled to find Peter staring back at you with the exact same expression of fear written in the worry lines of his face. Contrary to the manic beating of the boy’s heart, his arms were steadily fastened around your waist, hugging you close to his body. There was a moment where his embrace squeezed your ribs a little too tightly, but you didn’t want him to let go. Your tiny fists balled in the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him like a lifeline. You were parallel to his torso by this point, though a part of you still felt as if you were falling.

— 

Peter was going to Germany? You wouldn’t admit it to yourself. You tried not to think about all the things that he could be hiding from you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was happening. Of course, you and Peter weren’t friends. Peter wasn’t obligated to tell you anything, though his cold shoulder stung nonetheless. Maybe you’d overreacted? Ever since your first tutoring session together, a spark of suspicion had flared up in your gut, and it still refused to settle after a week later. Everything Peter had done, or was doing, made him look bad. It was possible that he could’ve been immensely oblivious, but he was smarter than the average teenage boy—or so you’d thought. You’d been kept in the dark ever since your family had moved to Queens. Nobody ever told you anything. Not because you weren’t trustworthy, but because you were innocent, and it was merely human nature to preserve innocence in the face of cruel, harsh reality. People underestimated you. They never seemed to want your opinion; they never seemed to care enough about you to even ask. And undeniably, you had grown accustomed to it. 

You weren’t fond of Peter, but he was the only person who voluntarily liked talking to you, so that had to stand for something. His absence struck your small frame like a speeding bullet, and his abrupt leave filled you with more resentment than you had ever felt in your entire life. Little voices whispered in the back of your head, pushing you closer to the edge, just waiting for you to explode, but thankfully, your brain was too rational to act on one indignant impulse. 

You stripped down your dirtied clothes, stumbling your way into the shower as you tested the water’s temperature with a hesitant foot, slipping beyond a floral-printed curtain. You washed away the grime and sweat from swollen skin, shaking despite the heat that engulfed you, and you silently swore beneath your breath, needling the handle a few inches. The water burned as tiny pinpricks erupted over your whole body, painting your upper arms and thighs an ugly red hue, but you simply gritted your teeth, ignoring the agonizing sensation. Shampoo rinsed your ratty mane of the night’s failure, and white, frothy bubbles coated the limestone floor, splattering at your feet in a torrential succession. 

You slid to the ground with a thud, pulling your knees into your bare chest underneath the profuse rain, and you could feel every droplet fall on your flesh like a piece of hail, traveling in cataracts down coiled limbs. At first, the downpour was too heavy for you to differentiate between the sticky wetness on your face, but after a while, the tears that rolled down your cheeks were now waterfalls that spilled from bloodshot eyes. And you sobbed until your throat cracked and your mouth went dry.


PRESENT DAY

You winced as your back smashed against the side of a parked locomotive, denting the metal carapace and shattering the passenger window. Rendered powerless from the collision, you crumpled to the asphalt in a heap of reopened wounds, faintly making out two blurry silhouettes skirting along the edge of your reddened vision. Your jaw ached and you were more than positive that one of your ribs had splintered during the contact, but you made a feeble attempt to crawl a few inches towards the dirty backlot before being mercilessly struck down by the underside of somebody’s shoe. The side of your contused and lacerated cheek dug into jagged terrain from the pressure, and you bit down on your tongue to stop from screaming, feeling the dampness of tears slide through the cuts in your skin. You heard multiple footfalls congregating outside of your incapacitated state, heavy and tiresome from bearing the ever-present scars of warfare. There were grunts and groans and the occasional obscenity, but the noise of bone breaking drowned out the rest of the battle’s murmurs.

The smaller opponent seemed to swing from the rafters and the catwalks of the alleyway, as if he was suspended by some rope, but it was too dark to tell. The boy in the red spandex slid to a halt before his foe, flipping his palms up with such grace that the action was effortless—and somewhat natural—as a plume of white ejected from his wrist and coated the nameless assailant in an ivory web. The hero’s unidentifiable face was completely concealed by a thin sheet of fabric with two tiny eye holes purposed for navigation, but it wouldn’t take a detective to unravel the boy’s evident giddiness. His lapse of elation was short-lived, however, once the little mechanisms on his lower arms seemed to stop working. Suddenly, the boy was hurdled into a chain-link fence, doing absolutely nothing for your growing panic. A short hiss escaped from him as he fell onto his stomach and rolled briskly to his left, dodging another incoming material that had so haphazardly embedded itself into the backside of a convenient store. 

Your cries were lodged in your throat, residing in the pit of your chest as the last bit of air in your lungs evaporated into the starless sky, and somehow, you felt even closer to the ground than you had before. The weight of a thousand pickup trucks crushed your spine, pressing you further and further into the pulverized earth, your heart centimeters away from being dangerously impaled by the inward fragments of a broken rib. The preliminary numbness that had tickled your toes earlier now consumed your lower half, spreading to every inch of you like a wildfire. You attempted to stifle the continuous cries that leaked from your lips, but it was no use. You were as good as dead, and nobody could save you. 

when you studied, and graduated, and learnt languages but can’t afford to live by yourself.

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Rain (Stiles Stilinski)

Summary: a best friends to lovers fic based off the prompts, “we always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too,” and, “your lips are getting really close to mine.”

Warnings: there’s a touch of swearing here and there!

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: clichés are a personal favourite. I hope you like this! :)

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

When you’d left to visit a newly opened diner with your best friend, Stiles, it wasn’t raining. In fact, the sky was such a clear amber colour that you were convinced you’d be able to see the stars when evening broke. By the time you were leaving the diner, however, you were shown to have made a grave assumption.

“It’s pouring, Stiles,” you said dryly, peering out the diner windows. Stiles was beside you, zipping up the front of his hoodie. 

“Well done for stating the obvious, Y/N,” Stiles teased, causing you to groan in frustration. You hadn’t had the sense to bring a hoodie; instead you were wearing a thin shirt and a pair of jeans. One look outside at the sheets of rain cascading from the sky was enough to make you regret your decision completely.

“We’ll need to run,” you murmured, wishing one of you had had the sense to bring a car.

Stiles snorted, shaking his head. “I’d rather not. The rain is fun, Y/N! Loosen up a little,” you gave him an unimpressed look, reaching out to push his shoulder playfully.

“That’s easy for you to say - you have a hood!” Stiles grinned at this, nodding gleefully as he flicked the hood over his head.

“We should leave, I think the waiter’s getting impatient,” Stiles said, gesturing to where your waiter was lingering beside a couple who were clearly after your booth.

Humming in agreement, you followed Stiles towards the bar where you’d been instructed to pay. “How much was it?” You queried, not remembering the sum printed on the receipt.

Stiles waved his hand, digging in his jeans for his wallet. He pulled it out a moment later, nimble fingers pulling out a few notes with a flourish. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pay.” 

“Stiles-” you tried to interject, only to be on the receiving end from one of his infamous glares.

“Y/N, this was my idea! Let me pay for you. Please,” one glance at the earnest expression on your best friend’s face and you gave in, knowing his stubborn nature to be a force to be reckoned with.

“Fine,” you grumbled, waiting beside him as Stiles settled the tab.

Once the money was exchanged, Stiles linked your arms together and pulled you towards the door. You groaned, the icy rain outside looking the opposite of inviting. Stiles spoke up, giving your arm a squeeze, “we’ve got to face it eventually, may as well do it now. Besides, my house is only a five minute walk away.”

“Let’s do it,” you agreed, figuring it made more sense to get it over with.

To say the rain was heavy was an understatement: the moment you stepped outside, raindrops were splashing all over your body, coating you from head to toe. You shrieked, speeding up considerably. Still attached to Stiles, the both of you began to speed walk in the direction of his house, the rain making the journey slightly difficult.

By the time you stumbled into Stiles’ porch, you were completely soaked through.

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Living with the bond

Originally posted by twilightimaginesandgifs

Words: 3,892

This is longer than I intended! Set during Eclipse
Part three of the Embry Call imagine
Part one – Just one look
Part two – Learning to trust
This is part three
Part Four - A new wolf


 “Come on, come on, break it up.” Paul laughed as he nudged you and Embry apart and dropped himself down heavily onto the couch between you. Embry crossed his arms and tried to hide his pout at the loss of contact with you. Paul’s arm fell over your shoulders and gave you a squeeze. You raised a brow at him, “Smooth Paul, subtle.”
Paul gave you one of his wolfish grins, “I thought so. I just think that you should spend more time with me. Remember me? Your favourite.”
“Well that’s a lie because Leah has always been my favourite.” You countered and Paul narrowed his eyes and squeezed your shoulder with his massive hand playfully.
“Ha! I told you!” Leah shouted from the kitchen making everyone chuckle.

Damn wolf hearing.

“Why can’t I spend time with my boyfriend?” You whined and over Paul’s shoulder Embry gave you a grin at the word.
Paul dropped his head back onto the back of the sofa and groaned, “Because it’s all you ever do. Even when you’re doing your homework he’s there.”

Jacob dropped down heavily onto your other side on the couch, none of these guys seemed bothered about what they were doing to Sam and Emily’s furniture. He gave you a playful elbow, “There’s a band playing in Forks this weekend, we’re all going, you in?”
You regarded him curiously, “As long as you promise not to sing.”
Jacob gave you a hurt look and placed his hand over his heart in feign heartbreak and Embry reached over Paul to give you a high five causing the rest of the pack to laugh at Jacob’s expense.

So it was decided and when the weekend came you spent the afternoon hanging out with Emily and Kim before Leah joined you and the four of you headed into Forks. The guys were to join you later. They had some super-secret pack stuff to finish up but they agreed that Leah was enough to protect you alone and the girl time together did her well. As the only female wolf, Leah didn’t get a lot of quality time away from the guys and, Lord knows, she needed it.

The band weren’t bad for a few greasy faced teens with ancient equipment, they were playing at a pavilion in Forks park and most of the town had spilled out to see them. Even with the smallness of the town a few food stands and trucks had shown up and you’d all been relieved to see it. The boys liked their food after all.

You’d had about an hour of quality time with your girls when you spotted Bella standing alone beside one of the street lights.
Nudging Kim beside you, you inclined your head towards were Bella was stood and Kim followed your gaze, “Well she looks as awkward as always.”
You nodded, it was difficult not to agree when Bella was stood with her arms wrapped around herself ignoring everyone and looking at the floor. Part of you felt bad for her.
“Billy told me that Charlie’s banned Edward from being in the house since she came back from going off with him and his sister.” Emily told you.
“Fang banger.” Leah spat as she joined you, her second burger of the night in hand.
“Jacob still thinks that he has a chance.” You mumbled, he’d not spoken to Bella since she’d left with Alice for Italy, though you knew he had written to her. It was odd, a few months ago you were desperately trying for Jacobs affections and now you were dating, and let’s face it hopelessly in love with, his best friend Embry and trying to help him fix his love life.
Jeez. Life was strange.

“I’m going to talk to her.” You decided and jumped down from the railing that you were sat on, “Ask her if she’s heard from Jake. You guys mind if I invite her to join us?”
Kim and Emily shook their heads, they didn’t mind at all along as it was only her and not her little undead family. Leah swallowed what was left of her burger and fixed you with a hard stare for a moment before sighing, “Fine. Only because it’s you and Jacob will be in my head next time I phase. Just her though yeah, Y/N? If those leeches come around then she has to bounce, got it?”

You laughed, “Yeah, yeah I got it. Bounce? What’re you from the 80s?”
She took a playful swing at your arm as you stepped off towards Bella, you called her name to get her attention and she gave you a surprised look at her presence, “I’m just waiting for Edward.”
You resisted the urge to tell her that you hadn’t asked and that you didn’t care – barely. Instead you smiled and kept your tone light, “Do you want to wait with us?”
She glanced behind you at Leah, who was probably glaring but that was her default setting, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
You smiled again to try to reassure her, “Leah doesn’t mean anything by it, that’s just her face. And we both know that she can hear me so she mustn’t be very scary if I’m willing to say it.”
To her credit Bella attempted a smile before her face fell again, “No, I mean Edward wouldn’t like it.”

“What’s it got to do with him?” You questioned without thinking.
She looked appalled, like you’d slapped her with your question, “He’s my boyfriend.” She squeaked in indignation.
You shrugged your shoulders at her attitude, “And Embry’s my boyfriend but if he tried to tell me where I could go, who I could talk to or what I could do then he’d get a face full of fist. And I’m his imp-” You stopped just short of the word.
Imprint.
You’d not admitted it out loud yet.

But Jacob must have told Bella because she caught the word and her face scrunched in on itself like she’d chewed on a wasp and she pointed at you as she snarled, “Imprint, right? You think that makes you special? Because it doesn’t, I’m Edward’s blood singer, that’s special, that’s fate. An imprint is basically just lust, it’s nothing special and neither is your boyfriend.”

Violence is not the answer.
Don’t hit her.
Violence is not the answer.
Don’t hit her.
Violence is not the answer.
Don’t hit her.

Your inner mantra failed you. All at once you were yanking her towards you by her collar. The shock stunned her and you tightened your grip on her collar and leaned in close to her face, “Do not talk shit about Embry again.”

Her panicked breath tickled your face and a thought prickled the back of your mind, that this wasn’t you. You weren’t a violent person but you couldn’t release her if you wanted too, your entire body had seized up and your breath came out ragged. It was a cold hand covering yours that brought you back to life.
Emmett.

His hand gently, incredibly gently given that you knew what strength he really held, unfurled your fingers from her collar and Bella dropped back a couple of steps. He ran his thumb over your hand to let you know that he wasn’t mad at you before letting it drop and you let it fall to your side. If it had to be any of the undead army of Forks then you were glad it was Emmett, he was the only one that you liked out of the bunch and before you knew what he was you’d often found yourself talking to him about books in the park. He was incredibly well read for someone who presented themselves as just muscle.
But then you had found out that he was Vampire and chasm had grown between you, one that you both knew was inevitable and one that you couldn’t come back from.

You were scared of him now.

He still tried to make you laugh though, and now was no different, “Now why aren’t you lovely ladies getting on?”
“She just went mad.” Bella snapped, she was pretty brave hiding behind the giants shoulder. Emmett looked over your shoulder than back at you for a moment but you ignored him in case it was a ploy to distract you.
“She was talking shit about Embry!” You snarled, and stepped forward making Bella jump back. Vampire guard or not she needed to stop running her mouth.
“Woah woah woah.” Emmett held his hands out to stop you, “Let’s take it steady now.” He looked over his shoulder to give Bella a look of utter disappointment, “Bella probably didn’t understand what she was saying. It’s hard to understand a bond if you’re not a part of it.”

You accepted his answer but made sure to point at Bella, like she had to you, when you answered him, “Fine but the next time she talks about Embry like that she’s going to be picking up her teeth. Got it?”
“Got it.” He promised and he fixed Bella with another look to keep her mouth shut.

You nodded, happy with his answer and turned on your heel to walk away and walked straight into Leah. You cursed in surprise and her hands found your upper arms to steady you. How long had she been stood there?
That must have been why Emmett was looking over your shoulder.
That was why Leah was your favourite, besides Embry of course, she let you do your thing but always had your back. Even when you didn’t ask her, she just appeared to help people that she loved.
She looked incredibly proud of you and for a moment you felt proud of yourself, you hadn’t had to hide behind Leah like Bella had done with Emmett.

For the next hour you had tried to push thoughts of Bella to the back of your mind but the girls wouldn’t let you, Kim and Emily also seemed shocked that you had such anger in you but that didn’t stop the jokes at your expense. The rest of the Cullen clan had arrived soon after and Edward had spent the entire night glaring at you, after he’d gotten Carlisle to check Bella’s neck from your ‘savage’ attack.
Rosalie hadn’t tried to hide her amusement at Bella getting threatened, she’d even shot you a smirk at one stage, as far as she was concerned it was a conflict between both of you as humans and that was that. There should be no repercussions from her family or the wolves, so she the blonde vampire had allowed herself the amusement.

You were distracted from the undead family’s antics by your phone buzzing in your pocket, you pulled your phone and read the text from Embry, he told you that he was on his way and you blushed at the obscene amount of kissy faces on the text. The girls must have got the same texts from Sam and Jared because they joined the queue to the burger truck with Leah. Kim gave you a thumbs up which told you that she would buy one or two burgers for Embry while you waited with the picnic blanket that you had laid out.

Emmett took the chance, while you were alone, to come over and when you moved over to give him space he sat beside you but he kept a healthy amount of space between you.
“You’d think that I’d broken her neck.” You said and nodded over towards where Bella was rubbing her neck and demanding attention from the other Cullen’s.  
Emmett grinned, “She definitely would be quieter if you had.”
You smirked and you fell into silence again until he asked, “Are we cool? You know, aside from the whole ‘I’m mortal enemies with your mate thing’?”
You laughed, “Aside from that, yes, we’re good.”
“Good,” He grinned.

“I’ve been that angry before.” You admitted and pulled at a frayed part of the blanket.
Emmett scratched the side of his pale face in thought, “It’s the imprint bond. I wouldn’t sweat it, you’re going to be as protective of him as he is of you.”
“Just without the teeth and claws to back it up?” You joked.
“I dunno, I thought that you might grow some claws back there.” Emmett laughed and you joined him. He dropped his arm around your shoulders like Paul often did and playfully pulled you as you laughed and that’s when it went to shit.

Emmett was pushed to the ground, his hands came up to defend himself from Embry’s punches and Jared caught you as you were pushed away.
“Embry stop it.” You hissed, you were in the middle of crowd, everyone was starting to look, he couldn’t lose it now.
He ignored you and went to swing down at Emmet again but Jacob caught him in his thick arms and hauled him away.
Sam snarled, “Go home now.” And Embry complied, dragged away by Jacob.
He didn’t look at you.
Sam shook his head at you and left with the others. They were gone. Even Leah, who had to go because of the Alpha’s orders, had left you sat on that picnic mat surrounded by the whole town and the leeches that they hated.

Emmett walked you home.
Not a smart move usually but you got the impression that he felt guilty about what had happened and that he was worried about Edward approaching you now that the pack was gone. He tried to shield the cracked diamond skin on the side of his face from you as you walked and in fairness you didn’t want to see that Embry had managed to get that angry.

You’d never seen him like that.

You let him stew overnight and when you woke the next morning to texts from every member of the pack and their imprints. Everyone expect Embry.
You sighed and read the other messages:

Paul: I followed you and the leech home, message me when you get back so that I know you’re safe please.
Jacob: I can’t believe you did that to Bella. We need to talk.
Kim: Hope you’re okay, me and Jared are thinking about you. You didn’t do anything wrong, Embry knows that.
Quil: He was an idiot, you were an idiot. Come back and be idiots together okay?
Leah: Can I see you? I want to know that you’re okay. Also, I may have kicked Embry’s ass.
Seth: Please come round Y/N, we want to know that you’re okay. And you need to talk to Embry, Leah kicked his ass.
Emily: You come round whenever you’re ready Y/N. You don’t have to see Embry, it can just be me and the girls if you want to talk. Xx
Sam: I’m sorry about yesterday. I hope you’re okay. Please come and see Embry, he needs you.


Your heart throbbed at the thought of Embry needing you but if he needed you that much, and if he could sense how shitty you were feeling, where was he? He hadn’t even sent you a text. You got up, ate breakfast at a leisurely pace even though your stomach didn’t feel too much up to the task, showered, got ready and headed off towards Emily and Sam’s house where you knew Embry would be sulking.

And you were right.
As soon as you set foot on their property the door flew open and Leah was running towards you with Paul on her heels, your favourite duo as always.  They stopped just short of you and started patting you down for injuries and despite yourself, you smiled.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You reassured them.
Leah pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry that I had to leave you.” She whispered.
“I know that you didn’t have a choice,” You reassured her before giving Paul a hug as well, “And thank you for stalking me home.”
“Doesn’t sound great when you say it like that.” He mumbled.

They stayed outside when you went inside and Jared and Kim both greeted you warmly before leaving. Embry was sat on the couch, it was just you two now and he refused to look at you. You sat on the opposite end of the couch from him, “So, what do you have to say for yourself?”
He continued to look down at his lap, “I thought that he was flirting with you.”
His answer riled your anger instantly, “Well you know how you could have known for certain? Ask me!”

He flinched but said nothing.
You sighed, “Should I just leave? If you’re not going to talk to me then what’s the point of me being here?”
“Don’t leave.” He looked at you, finally, and you hoped that he couldn’t see the shock on your face at the state of him. His eyes where dark and heavy, his hair was a mess, he’d clearly not slept at all. Other than that he looked okay, his super wolf healing must have already fixed Leah’s ass kicking.

“I know what I did was stupid, I’m sorry.” He mumbled.
You shook your head, it was much more than that, “No, stupid is breaking something. This is insane. You realise that if you had gone any further you could have outed your packs secret to the whole of Forks? And that of the Cullen’s? You think they’d let a whole town know about Vampires?” You were shouting now, “They could have attacked and killed the whole town! And all of La Push, never mind the whole pack and their imprints because you’d have to try to stop them!” Your voice fell to a whisper, “And you hurt me Embry. How could you not trust me? How could you not talk to me?”

His eyes had welled but you didn’t let it stop you, “Emmett was just checking that I was okay after what I did to Bella, he was trying to make sure that Edward didn’t exacerbate things. Embry I lo-,” you sighed, “I love you, there I said it. But that will never give you the power to tell me who I can and can’t talk too. Especially when you know that I wouldn’t be talking to Emmett unless it was for a damn good reason. Do you want us to end up like Bella and Edward?”

He jumped up and stepped over to your side of the couch, his warm hands found your face and he made you look up at him, “I am, honestly, truly sorry Y/N and for what it’s worth I love you too.”
Your heart cartwheeled and you reached up to kiss him, his chapped lips brushing against yours. Your hands came up to his warm chest, running over hard, shirt clad, stomach muscles on the way while his hands held your face still.
You pulled back from the kiss slowly but he followed the movement and peppered your face with light kisses, your checks, nose and forehead all getting loving attention.
You giggled, “Embry stop it that tickles!”
He chuckled and kissed you more, his hands coming to your sides to tickle you slightly as your squealed and squirmed trying to get away from his evil fingers.

You fell back onto the couch and he pulled you onto his chest, you both settled and you cuddled. You enjoyed the heat radiating off of him and ran his hand up and down your back as you rested on his chest.
“Okay I’m sorry, so why were you talking to the leech?” He mumbled and kissed the top of your head.
You absentmindedly drew patterns on his chest with your finger, “He was trying to stop me beating Bella up.”
Your chest-mattress rumbled as he laughed and you looked up at him to see his face split into a wide grin, he already looked loads better than five minutes ago. “I’m so proud of you.” He laughed.
“So was Leah,” You mused, “I suppose she told you all about it.”
“She did.” He told you, “I couldn’t enjoy it at first because it made me feel like even more of an idiot.”
“No you’re only half an idiot.” You teased and he playfully swatted your hip.

After a moment of silence you mumbled, I’m not a violent person, I don’t know what happened. Emmett thinks it’s the imprint.”
“As much as I hate to say it, he’s probably right. Don’t feel bad Y/N, what you did was nowhere near as bad as what I did.” He told you.
“We’re just idiots aren’t we?” You asked and he agreed with a nod.

“So,” He said after a moment, “How about next time, before I beat someone’s face in, I get your permission?”
You laughed, “And before I threaten stupid people I’ll let you know.”
He grinned and squeezed you with his thick arms as you laughed at the way you’d both handled last night. He kissed the top of your head again and you tickled his abs making him wiggle and try to tickle you back.

Your bliss was interrupted when Sam and Emily’s door slammed open and Jacob stormed in with Sam, Paul, Leah and Quill in tow. Embry pulled up both up so that you were curled up in his lap, Jacob threw his hands up, “She’s going to fucking marry him after graduation. The fucking leech!”

“Jacob, what happened?” You asked and he scowled at you, Embry tightened his grip but it was clear that Jacob’s anger was fresh, he’d forgotten about his anger at you from last night.

“Bella chose him!” He snarled and kicked over one of Sam’s chairs, the Alpha didn’t stop him, “I put myself out there for her and she chose him! Just like you chose Embry!”
Embry’s chest rumbled with a growl, “I’m about to ask you for face beating permission.” He grumbled in your ear.
You placed your hand on his arm to calm him down before setting your sights on Jacob, “Jake you can cut that shit out right now. You know that’s not how it is.”
He rubbed his face in frustration before setting the chair that he’d kicked right and dropping himself into it, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”
You shot Embry a smug look that screamed, see talking works. He pinched your arm in response.
“At least you know now Jacob. You can move on.” You tried to reassure him and some of the pack made noises of agreement.

He shook his head, “It’s not over, I know I can show her that it’s me that she wants. I’m going to go to her graduation party, I’ll show her.”
You and Embry shared a worried look but in a few short weeks you’d miss the time when your only worry was Jacob’s hormones.


I really enjoyed revisiting this fic! I’m SUPER tempted to carry on this Embry/Reader through to the end of the saga. It does mean I’ll have to watch the films because it’s a LONG time since I read the books! So if that sounds like something you wanna stick around for then drop me a message and I’ll add you to the tag list :)
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