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TF2 Comic Lead Writer Jay Pinkerton has left Valve

A while back around February, we all had quite a scare when it was said that Erik Wolpaw and Jay Pinkerton, both writers of the Team Fortress 2 comics as well as numerous other Valve IPs, stepped down. Fellow Valve IP writer Chet Faliszek of Half-Life fame as well as Wolpaw both later clarified only Wolpaw had left. 

As of June, it has been confirmed by Faliszek (who left the company around May) that this time around, yes, Jay Pinkerton has officially left Valve

We’re not quite sure what this means entirely for the TF2 comics’ very last issue, Issue #7 - although, perhaps at this point, we were expecting it to be out come 2020. But maybe it’s already done and it’ll be out sooner, perhaps when a certain fabled Pyro update rolls around? Only time will tell, and Valve time certainly means you better strap in for the ride.

What are your thoughts on Pinkerton’s departure?

  • Bakugou: From now on we will be using codenames. You can address me as “Eagle One.”
  • Bakugou: Deku, codename: “Been There, Done That.”
  • Bakugou: Kirishima is “Currently Doing That.”
  • Bakugou: Tokoyami is “It Happened Once in a Dream.”
  • Bakugou: Uraraka - codename, “If I Had to Pick a Girl.”
  • Bakugou: Todoroki will be… “Eagle Two.”
  • Todoroki: Oh thank God.
Model Material {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R 
WORD COUNT: 4500+
REQUESTED: nooo haha i’ve just been wanting to dabble in writing abt harry!

okayyyy so i’m super nervous abt posting this bc i used to write abt harry a long time ago and now i rly wanna get back into it!!! i rly truly hope u guys like it. if u do, feedback is definitely welcome! it only takes a second and it means a lot to me 💖

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Prompt List

I’ve never done this before, but thought I’d give it a try! I’m taking request with these prompts, just send me a message and fandom/character preference!

1. “How long have you been standing there?”

2. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

3. “Quit it or I’ll bite you.”

4. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

5. “You’re Satan.”

6. “You can’t kick me out! This is my bed!”

7. I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

8. “You can’t sit there all day.”

9. “I’m too sober for this.”

10. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m always this awkward.”

11. “Is it still murder if he/she’s a dick?”

12. “You tried to kill me!”

13. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion?”

14. “You did what?!.”

15. “Take. It. Off.’

16. “I need a place to stay.”

17. “Congrats, you’ve now graduated to a Grade A dick.”

18. “Hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

19. “Well now, that’s too tragic isn’t?”

20. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

21. “You’ve broken everything.”

22. “I can’t explain it right now, but I need you to trust me on this.”

23. “I can’t. Not again.”

24. “Oh my God, you’re in love with him/her!”

25. “I’ve never felt this way before… and to be honest, it scares the living shit out of me.”

26. “Are you really taking his/her side against mine?”

27. “What was I suppose to do? You said ‘hit me!’”

28. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

29. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with him/her.”

30. “I’m not losing you again.”

31. Why do you keep pushing me away?”

32. “Wait a second, are you jealous?”

33. “I hate you because you make me feel like I’m not good enough. I am good enough!”

34. “Come and make me.”

35. “Well, you’re coming home with me… whether you like it or not.”

36. “This is by far the most stupid plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’ll help!”

37. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

38. “Oh, fuck off.”

39. “I’d rather die, than do that/kiss you.”

40. “I’m done! You can fix it!”

41. “You can stay in when you’re dead. Which considering our luck, might be sooner than later.”

42. “I wasn’t good kid. Don’t you dare use me as an example.”

43. “Are you scared, yet?”

44. “You’re still mad.”

45. “Can we exchange quirky nicknames now? ‘Enemy’ is too cliche.”

46. “Stop talking.”

47. “I may be smaller than you but that still doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass.”

48. “Oh, and by the way, you got a cute butt.”

49. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

50. “I let you win,”

La douleur exquise Pt.1 (M)

La douleur exquise: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Summary: You’ve been helplessly in love with your brother’s best friend all your life, but he can’t see you as anything other than a little sister.

Pairing: Wonho(?) x Reader (feat. Jungkook) ((let me live))

Word Count: 8.8k

Warning(s): No smut in this chapter but I’ll promise there will be in the next chapters!

A/N: Hi! So I’ve actually had this done for quite awhile and was debating on whether or not to post it in it’s entirety but I have a lot in store for this idea so I decided to do it in parts! This idea is based off of these pics here x x x of Wonho cuz he just looks so boyfriend & I love him so hardgysasjsknc. And I’m tagging this as a Jungkook scenario because you’ll be seeing him more eventually. Also, I’m working on drabbles in the meantime as well DON’T THINK I FORGOT THEM OK I’LL BE POSTING ONE SOON hope you enjoy this in the meantime!!

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bad | 04

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: romance, future smut, badboy!jungkook

WORDS: 3 155

WARNINGS: cussing, mature

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07coming soon ↠ 

A/N: this part’s kinda weird. it’s more of a build-up chapter. there might end up being about 8 parts lol. thank yOU FOR 900, OMG

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❝ I love you too, Jungkook. ❞

Plot: You’re an idol and you’re dating Jungkook. You show up at one of his fan sign and he says to everyone that you two are dating. 

Pairing: JungkookxReader 

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Deciding to go meet your boyfriend during a fan sign didn’t seem to be any more a great idea as at the beginning. The black mask covered your face and fortunately your eyes didn’t reveal much of who you were. Yet the feeling of being perpetually observed didn’t seem to disappear and so the anxiety increased to every minute that passed.  

But you haven’t seen Jungkook for weeks, and if that was the only way to change the situation, you’d be well-born to be discovered.  

“Next time I’ll close you in our room.” Your best friend muttered, as well as the leader of your group and the worst advocate in the world; making you smile amused from underneath the mask.  

“I didn’t ask you to come.. Then we repeated several times that we’re their fans, even if they discovered there I know hey couldn’t see anything strange… ”  

“YOU KNOW? I swear that if I read another article where they ship me and Taehyung I shoot myself. ”  

“What a bad thing Unnie…. In short, Taehyung is an incredible guy. ” You whispered in response, not understanding all that boredom towards that sweet and a little crazy boy. “Then he is also extremely beaut–”  

“But think of your boy!”  

“You Like him! That’s why you’re bored by the articles…. because you’re ashamed to talk to him. ”  

The slap that came soon after on your shoulder only made you entertain more, while patiently expected your turn to go to get the album signed.  

He was as beautiful as always but he seemed particularly cheerful that day, he could even not to bully his hyung and his smile could make you completely melt. It’s been seven months since you started to date and you’ve already figured out you were falling in love with him, but you were too intimidated and scared to confess your feelings. It was your first serious “relationship”, although not yet effective because he didn’t really ask you to be his girlfriend and you were both so young that you were afraid that he could run away in front of your confession.  

“Jungkook-oppa!” “Jungkook, you are beautiful!” “Jungkook I love you!”  

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You Were Here All Along

Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Modern AU

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 2534

Warnings: Swearing, cuddling(?)

A/N: Hey cuties! I had a lot of fun writing this one! It is a little longer than usual so I hope you don’t mind. But seriously guys, I looooooooved writing this request!! I hope you lovelies have an amazing day or night! I love you with all my heart!!:)

Request: Can you do a Poly Hamilsquad x Reader where the squad is trying to find a girlfriend that suits all of them (Alex wants her to be smart, John wants her to be funny, ect.), the reader is a long time friend of the squad who is just hanging around and it ends with the squad realizing she has all of what they’re looking for? - @onelastfic


“They need to be smart. I can’t be dating an idiot. I want them to be able to stay up late with me wondering about the universe and what it holds. They need to be able to hold their end on an intelligent conversation.” Alex decided, Herc scribbling down smart on his notepad.

“They have to be funny. I can’t date someone without a sense of humor. They can’t be rude jokes though, they need to understand the line between funny and offensive. I just want to be able to never stop laughing with them.” John explained, Herc writing down funny underneath smart.

“I want them to be passionate. I don’t care what they are passionate about, but it needs to be something they would stand for and that they love. I want them to just go on for hours about this thing and watch their face light up with happiness.” Lafayette smiled at the thought, Herc once again writing down what he had said on the notepad.

“I want them to be affectionate. I love being able to just cuddle someone for hours on end and I want them to be okay with that. They need to also not focus on one of us with their love, but equal with their cuddles and affections.” Hercules said, finishing off the list on his notepad.

“So, what are we looking for?” John asked, trying to peek around Hercules to see the list he had wrote.

“We want to date someone who is smart, funny, passionate and loving.” Herc read off, the boys around him smiling and nodding their heads.

“Whatcha guys up to?” You asked, walking into the small kitchen where they were gathered.

“OH MY GOD!” Alex screamed, not knowing you had walked into the kitchen.

“Sorry.” You apologized, watching Alex catch his breath from the scare.

“He’s so jumpy.” John laughed, watching Alex still look around with panic on his face.

“What’re you doing here, (Y/N)?” Hercules asked, only to receive a dirty look from you.

“Did you forget what tonight is?” You asked, glaring at the four boys that sat around the table.

“Shit! It’s movie night!” Laf yelled in realization as the other boy’s eyes widened.

“We’ll set up right now! Alex will keep you company!” John shouted, running out of the room with Herc and Laf right behind him.

“Damn. Sorry we forgot, (Y/N).” Alex apologized, moving a stool out for you to sit next to him.

“Don’t worry about it, you guys get busy. It’s not really that big of a deal.” You shrugged.

“Even if we do get busy, we shouldn’t have forgotten movie night.” Alex mumbled, slouching slightly in his seat.

“If I say I forgive you guys, can we go on like it never happened?” You asked lightly, placing your hand gently on his slumped shoulder.

“I guess that could work…” Alex said looking up to see you smiling brightly at him.

For just a second he forgot you were his best friend and saw you as something more, much more. Before he knew it, you had taken him into a conversation about Professor Washington’s newest assignment for class. He had never realized just how smart you were. Wait, smart? He reprimanded himself for thinking you were just smart. You were a genius and it simply amazed him.

As you passionately explained in great detail what you would do for the assignment, Alex got lost in his thoughts. He didn’t know why he hadn’t seen it sooner? You were perfect for not only him, but his boyfriends too. The new partner that they had been looking for had been right in front of them the whole time.

“Alex, are you even listening to me?” You asked, slightly annoyed with Alex as he sat there with jaw hanging wide open.

“Sorry, I just caught up in my thoughts. I heard the beginning, but could you say the rest of it again?” Alex asked, a small blush dancing across his cheeks.

“Maybe later, the boys just said they were done setting up. We gotta go help them decide the movie.” You stood up quickly, offering your hand to Alex to help him stand up.

“Thanks.” Alex said barely above a whisper, his cheeks having heated up more at the touch of your hand on his.

“Of course!” You grinned, deciding to ignore the obvious blush on the cheeks. You walked to the living room with Alex right behind you.

“What took you two so long?” Hercules asked as the two walked through the door.

“I had to wake Alex from his daydreaming.” You said, nodding your head back to the man that had entered after you.

“What were you daydreaming of, mon amour?” Laf asked, the curiosity easy to see on his face.

“I…uh…well…” Alex stuttered, the blush that had finally faded from his cheeks making a bold return.

“He was probably fantasizing being far away from us and writing to his heart’s content.” You giggled, saving Alex from having to come up with some ridiculous excuse.

“I doubt it. He was probably daydreaming about being on a private island with us three.” John smirked suggestively as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Or maybe he was dreaming about that private island with Professor Washington.” You smirked back, the three boys laughing loudly at the joke while Alex’s blush somehow grew bigger.

John continued to laugh while you said a couple more playful jabs to Alex about his love for Professor Washington. His laugh faded as he instead became entranced by how playful you were with his boyfriends. You fit in so well with them and made them all laugh so hard. How had he been so blind?

It was obvious now what Alex had been daydreaming about, it was you. Alex and John made eye contact, travelling a silent message. They both agreed that you fit their dream partner almost perfectly. They just had to wait for the other two to realize it on their own.

“Can we just vote on the movie now?” Alex asked, having enough with being embarrassed by his friend and boyfriends for the night.

“Sounds like a good idea to me!” Herc’s voice boomed through the room. “Everyone pull out the movie you want us to watch tonight and then we will decide from there.”

“You know this always causes a lot of arguments, maybe we should try something different.” You suggested, watching the other three boys shove each other over as they reached for their favorite movies.

“Nah, it’s funny to see everyone argue, besides we always stop it before we get hurtful or too intense.” Herc shrugged, laughing at the struggle the others were having as the fought to grab their movie of choice. “Now grab your pick so we can debate!” Herc pushed you forward gently.

You quickly dodged the boys rough housing and grabbed one of your favorite movies of all time, ‘Peter Pan’. You knew the boys were going to complain because they all thought it was some overrated kids movie, but had any of them ever taken the time to sit down and watch it? No, so they didn’t have any room to judge it.

“Okay, so I have-” Alex started only to be cut of by John.

“Boo! It sounds boring!!” John yelled, before looking around the room with his puppy dog eyes. “Can we, please, start watching the movie of my choice?” The boys hummed small agreements to his question, so that they wouldn’t have to deal with an overheated debate with Alex and John.

“No way! I want to argue my movie and you guys are going to listen!” You protested, jumping up from the couch and standing in front of the four. “Peter Pan”

“That movie is so overrated!” Laf cried, quickly being silenced by your sharp glare.

“As I was saying, Peter Pan. It is simply amazing in every single way, it is a classic. The art in the movie is beautiful, just wait till you see Neverland! This has been my favorite since I was a child and it will never change, why should it? It is a story that makes you want to run away and discover places you’ve never been. Discover your own Neverland. Besides, who are you to judge a movie you have never seen?” You ranted on passionately, almost out of breath.

From on the couch, Lafayette watched you with pure adoration. He had seen when Alex had gone into his full on rants and trust me he thought those were adorable, but you? Right now you were baring your heart to him and it was simply irresistable. The way that your eyes lit up at their protests against the movie. He had never realized how much fire and passion you had.

In fact, now that he thought about it, why had he never noticed you in the first place? You were almost always with them. Each moment that had with you was so amazing. You were always sharing new ideas and the passion you had for them. As he thought about this it made him finally understand what they had been missing. It was like a new beautiful light had started to shine down on his life. From the look in his eyes, Alex and John knew that he had fallen for you just as hard as they had.

“Let’s watch it!” Laf smiled, interrupting the second half of your rant that you had started.

“Are you serious?” You asked in shock.

“Of course I am! Go put the disk in.” Laf encouraged, watching you skip with joy to the tv.

Lafayette, John and Alex exchanged looks, knowing what they had to do. They all scooted as far away as possible from a very confused Hercules. He looked at them sadly, not knowing why they would leave him to watch the movies without their usual cuddling.

“Cuddles?” Herc asked, looking at the boys in confusion with his bulky arms wide open.

“No.” Alex said simply as the Laf and John shook their heads no.

“What am I supposed to do during the movie without someone to hold?” Hercules asked, not knowing what to do now with his hands.

“Why don’t you snuggle, (Y/N)?” Laf suggested, trying to act nonchalantly about it.

“Fine, I will.” Herc huffed, but he didn’t really know what he was complaining about. You were one of the best people he knew to snuggle with.

“Get ready for the best movie you will ever see.” You announced plopping down on the empty space on the couch.

“Snuggle me?” Hercules asked you, looking at you with some of the saddest eyes you had ever seen.

“Aw, of course Herc!” You exclaimed, quickly moving in a position where you would both be comfortable.

Hercules wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back tightly to his chest so the two of you were spooning. For some reason he found his drifting to your face as the movie began. He could feel you snuggling closer to him within the first 10 minutes of the movie. He didn’t realized he had missed the whole beginning until he heard a snicker from the other end of the couch.

He looked up to see his 3 boyfriends smirking at him and giggling like little kids. Of course they had set this up, but he was glad they had. He had been the last to realize it, but you were the perfect addition they had been looking for. You had fit each of their requirements and he was very impressed with how good you were at cuddling. If he thought about it, you were never one to say no to cuddling with any of them.

“Alex.” You whisper to the boy on your other side. “Come snuggle with us, please.” You begged, opening your arms for him to join you and Herc.

“If you insist.” Alex couldn’t help the smile on his face as he quickly jumped on top of the two of you.

“I can’t miss out on this opportunity of cuddling!” John yelled, moving on the couch so you were now spooning him. He loved being the baby spoon.

“You can’t exclude me!” Lafayette protested, smashing himself on top of all four of you. His long arms wrapped around all of you easily as he snuggled his face in between Herc’s and your shoulders.

As you continued to watch the movie, you could feel four pair of eyes on you. They watching your face carefully, making it very hard to focus on the movie. They were hiding something from you, it was painfully obvious.

“Why are you all looking at me?” You asked, not taking your eyes off of the bright screen.

“H-how did you know we were looking at you?” Laf stuttered, making John facepalm slightly at his slip up.

“It’s obvious.” You grabbed the remote and paused the movie before looking at each of the boys. “What are you hiding from me?”

“We’ve been looking for a new partner lately. Alex wants them to be intelligent, John wants them to be smart, Laf wants them to be passionate and I wanted them to be affectionate. We’ve been blind for so long to not see the perfect person for us was here all along.” Herc said, looking nervously for your reaction.

“I’m so happy for you guys! Who is it?” You asked, forcing out a grin.

It had been painfully obvious how much you had been crushing on these boys for the past year, but you would support them in whatever made them happy. Even if that happiness did not include you.

“It’s you. We want you to be our new partner, (Y/N).” John said, your eyes widening in shock at his words.

“M-me?” You choked out, not believing the words that had just left John’s mouth.

“You are amazing, mon ange. We have been so dumb not to realize that you are so much more than a friend to us.” Laf smiled gently, the boys watching you carefully.

“I would love that so much!” You exclaimed, pulling them all into a group hug. “I can’t believe you never noticed the crush I’ve had on you boys for years!”

“We can be very oblivious sometimes.” Alex laughed, pressing kisses to everyone’s head.

“More like all the time.” You scoffed, hearing them all protest at your statement.

“Now that this is out of the way, let’s enjoy this movie.” Herc smiled, waiting for everyone to readjust in their cuddling before he started the movie again.

You didn’t know how you could be so lucky to suddenly have four amazing boyfriends. You couldn’t keep the wide grin off of your face. To say you were happy was an understatement. You knew that maybe it was too early to say that you were falling in love with them, but it was the truth. You had been falling in love with them the moment you had met them a year ago in the library that was on campus. Lucky for you, you weren’t the only one feeling this way. They were falling for you just as hard.

The Seasoned Skillet

The Gentry favor the culinary arts students. Like any Elsewhere student in a creative field, their passion is already intoxicating, but sometimes they leave offerings of baked goods. Sometimes they even get desperate or stupid enough to make a bargain.

But the student known as ‘Maillard’ was not here to bargain.

Their world was fire, and salt, and iron, and they carried that with them always. The scent of the wood-fired grill hung heavy on their clothes; their tea-towels scorched, but their sleeves always white and pure and clean. Their hands still stung with salt; coarse and crystallized, they’d scattered it over steaks, and sealed whole Red Snappers beneath its rocky crust. And the cast iron skillet at their hip carried with it the happy memories of a thousand meals or more, every one of them shared with friends.

And one of those friends was currently the plaything of the Fae, following what mortals would call a ‘bad deal’.

All around them, Maillard could feel the glamour, feel those burning eyes, feel the sheer unbridled outrage as it poured down from the thrones of ice and chaise-longues of living wood in turbid torrents, hell-bent on drowning out all thought. How dare you! How dare you bring these things here, into our world! How dare you think you can just walk in here, just stand there as if you’re anything less than nothing! Crawl, you worm! You insect! Bow down to us!

The words twisted themselves again and again, looking for a way in.

This is outrageous! We demand to speak to your manager!

But muscles honed from lifting sacks of potatoes and hauling huge sauce-pans of chicken stock held the heavy frying pan at arm’s length. Maillard had been pissed off before they’d heard The Bad News;they’d had A Busy Night at their professional kitchen internship. Tomorrow morning, they had to get up and laminate their croissant dough, rolling out unsalted butter and pastry into thin, unbroken sheets. There was no time for hesitation. No room for second guesses. Each and every one of those layers had. To. Be. Perfect.

So like hell they were going to stay up all night playing games.

“What will you give us for the girl?” One asked.

The Fae felt no fear. They could be offended, or be amused, but to them these were absolutes, far beyond the limited mortal constraints of 'feeling’. And being timeless, they were as patient as the grave. All they needed was a moment; the moment of confusion at a fork in the road, the moment a mortal’s faith was shaken, the moment when the stars were right and the moon was full. Sooner or later, they would have their way. They would have their - for lack of a better word - fun.

“I will give you my footprints, going back to whence I came.”

Maillard’s voice was unwavering, and their shoulders squared. The eyes they were looking into were like the winter sun, like burning ice, like death itself - but the customers at table six had ordered a round of extra-well-done steaks and sent them back three times because they were too tough. Table eighteen had requested vegan deviled eggs. Table nine had asked if they could take the sour out of the sourdough and the carrots out of the carrot cake. All were outraged. All were 'never coming back to this dump ever again’. Few left a tip.

They’d dealt with worse.

“I will take with me my fire, and my iron, and my salt. And from these I will forge not blades, but bread - the stuff of life - if you let her go.”

Bread, not blades. Keep the knives in the kitchen, not on the streets. Perhaps it was the magic in the air, but their whole reason for pursuing the culinary arts somehow weaved itself into words worthy of any storybook hero - and perhaps this was enough to amuse the Gentry. Perhaps they had merely tired of their plaything. Or perhaps, that momentary flicker amidst the Fair Folk - when the mortal, kissed by fire and blessed by salt, brandished their iron cookware - meant something else.

But they brought back their friend, covered with frost and fresh-fallen snow. And with their cast-iron skillet and their gas-fired oven and their kosher salt and their grandmother’s recipe, they made cornbread. And soup, because there was time, now. The two friends ate together, and the color came back to her hands and her cheeks, and the life came back to her eyes. And they talked about anything but what they’d seen and done, because that was What You Did at Elsewhere U.

Maillard left a slice of cornbread on the windowsill before they set their alarm clock. Not as a kindness, not as a payment, but as a promise; forged from iron, and salt, and fire, and love.

They supposed you could call it complimentary. The Fair Folk did love a compliment.

They tipped better than most mortal customers, too.

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BTS Reaction to another member accidentally outing your relationship

Anon requested:  I love everything you write, you’re very talented! Could you maybe write BTS reacting to another member accidentally outing your relationship (kinda like in the reaction you made for a birthday surprise where someone mentions someone’s girlfriend on a live vlog or something)?

Wow was it difficult for me to find different ways for this haha but thank you for requesting this! It was fun to do this :)


Jungkook (Taehyung): You both knew Taehyung didn’t mean to do it, he also didn’t know the cameras were right behind him when he let your name slip out of his mouth. He was getting ready for a show when he saw Jungkook’s phone vibrate on the table in the dressing room, he thought he was alone so he called out to Jungkook like he would normally do, Jungkook would be right outside the door in hearing distance. “(Y/N) text you about tonight, Jungkook. Do you want me to text her back for you?” Taehyung would call out as he unlocked Jungkook’s phone. Jungkook’s voice would instantly call back, “Yeah, tell her I’ll meet her for dinner at the restur-” Jungkook’s voice would die down once his eyes landed on the cameras behind Taehyung, he’d quickly clear his throat and look back at Taehyung who was looking at him curiously. “Tell her I’ll meet her there.” 

Originally posted by taewithkook



Taehyung (Rapmon): The boys love VLive and try to do it as often as they can to communicate with their fans. Namjoon outed your guys’ relationship pretty early on, you two hadn’t been dating longer than two months when Namjoon mentioned your name while Jimin had pointed the phone at the two of them. Namjoon was talking about something when he saw Taehyung smile, he knew that smile and that’s when you were mentioned. “You’re thinking about her aren’t you, my boys in love!” Namjoon would cheer and laugh when he realized the camera was still on him. Taehyung’s eyes would widen and so would Jimin’s when he heard Namjoon mention you. Your name was never mentioned directly but sooner or later you two had to make your relationship public.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jimin (Jin): Jin was usually a lot more careful when it comes to these things, plenty of the boys had hidden relationships during their three years in BTS, Yoongi, Namjoon, himself even but he just let one little interview mess that up. The interviewer had asked if any of the boys were seeing anybody and that’s when Jin made a move that he should’ve just done behind cameras. He instantly nudged Jimin and Jimin would just shove him back as if telling him to shut up, but the interviewer noticed and asked Jimin about it. Jimin can’t lie, he knew it, you knew, the boys knew it, hell, all of the fans knew it and he couldn’t help but let out a huff of breath, laughing at the situation. “God she’s going to kill me when I see her.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong


JHope (Jungkook): BTS would be on some popular talk show when Jungkook let your guys’ relationship slip out. Someone would ask the boys who is the oddest couple they’ve seen together, whether it be on screen or off screen. Jungkook without thinking would crack a laugh and say you and Hoseok. All the boys would snap their heads to him and he’d be slightly oblivious to what he said. “They don’t really act like a couple they just goof aro-” Jungkook’s words would stop as Hoseok jokingly pulled him out of his chair and tried to drag him out of the room to stop him from talking and Jungkook would just laugh at his hyung’s behavior only then realizing that he just outed his relationship.

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Namjoon (Yoongi): What’s worse than having your relationship outed and your fans finding out hours later? Having your relationship outed and having your fans find out within three seconds. The boys were just joking around on stage when Yoongi laughed at something Namjoon said and then mentioned your name. “You’re talking like (Y/N) now! Oh god you’re turning into her.” Yoongi laughed but knew what he had said instantly. Namjoon froze for a seconds and just gave an awkward chuckle. The fans at the concert instantly started chanting ‘Who’s (Y/N)?’ and Namjoon knew there was no getting out of this one. “Uh, wow didn’t think this is how I told everyone, thanks man.” Namjoon laughed while walking past Yoongi giving him a tap on the stomach. “(Y/N) is my girlfriend and we’ve been dating for a while now.”

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Yoongi (Jimin): All the boys would be filming something for a new video for their youtube channel when Yoongi would be texting you, they were on break but the extra film of what they do would just be put at the end of the video like always. Yoongi would be to into the conversation the two of you were having when Jimin nudged him and made a comment, which, whether he knew it or not outed Yoongi and your relationship. “If you quit texting your girlfriend and listened hyung you’d know that we were done for the day.” Jimin would joke around and Yoongi’s head would instantly snap to the camera and his phone would lock and fold in his hands instantly hiding it as if what Jimin said wasn’t true. Jimin wasn’t paying attention to the camera but Yoongi sighed and new no matter what you two were going to go public.

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Jin (Jhope): Hoseok would have a selfie stick in his hands and would be recording himself when Jin thought it’d be funny to scare him as if he couldn’t see him on the phone connected to the stick. Jin would jump and yell out, “God is that how you scare (Y/N)? I don’t know how she deals with you.” Hoseok would chuckle but soon stop when he saw Jin stand up straighter and his playfulness would disappear. “You really just outed my relationship.” Jin would say, he’d have a straight face looking at Hoseok and then the camera before walking off. Though he wasn’t mad at Hoseok he just wished it hadn’t have to come out on social media.

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Running her hand on her neck, Elizabeth released a sigh, eyes on the rising sun on the horizon as she slowly sipped on her hot tea. Except for the birds outside, everything was still quiet as yet another day began.

One more.

Carefully marking the small piece of paper she kept next to the kitchen’s door, she then made her way to the main room, where toys where spread everywhere, then up the stairs and on to her usual path towards his bedroom. The door wasn’t close, of course, it never was. Stopping at the doorstep, she was about to lean on the doorframe when she realised something.

He wasn’t asleep.

When he was, he was always on his back, arms sprawled on either side of his beautiful face, legs tangled among the sheets and mouth slightly opened. A sight that, morning after morning, day after day, she never got tired of.

(Sometimes, she wondered if it was how he used to sleep, too. There was already so much of him in his son – she wouldn’t be surprised he inherited something like this as well.)

But today, that wasn’t the sight that greeted her. She could only make out his frame as he rested on his side, his back to her and his small body perfectly tucked under covers that should be half on the floor. He seemed tensed as well, now that she looked more closely and, before she could even try to think of what had happened, her eyes caught his clothes hanging at his window.

His wet clothes.

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Seth Rollins - Prompt #80

Prompt: “Does he know about the baby?”
Requested: by Anon
Warnings: None
Words: 1700+
y/s/n: your sons name
y/t/n: your twitter name

It had been just over 6 months since the birth of your baby boy and you were making your return to smackdown tonight. Not a lot of people even knew you were pregnant. You had injured your knee and that’s when you found out you were 9 weeks pregnant so you just told everyone that your injury left your future in jeopardy. The only people that knew were Renee, Dean, Maryse and potentially Mike if Maryse told him. They are your closest friends, Renee and Maryse even made it out to Florida for the birth. 

You arrived at the arena in a blacked out car. Renee and Maryse met you in the parking lot. They quickly helped you and y/s/n into a private locker room where Dean and Mike were waiting for you. Your return was going to be a surprise. You hoped the crowd was still on a high from Wrestlemania 33 and that they remembered who you were. 

“Let me see him!” Maryse cheered taking the blanket off the baby carrier to reveal your sleeping baby. “My god he is cute!”

“You better start some procreation of your own” you smirked nudging Mike 

“I mean we have enough practice” He smirked back at you

“Speaking of the baby…Does he know about the baby?” Dean asked 

“Way to bring down the mood Dean” Renee mumbled 

“Well sorry. But he’s still my friend and I still believe you should tell him. Do you know how hard it has been to keep it from him?” Dean sighed “He asks about you a lot” 

He being Seth. You boyfriend, even your fiance at one point in time. Everything had been great, you had the perfect relationship. Everyone warned you about him when you came up from NXT. He didn’t have a great record in relationships. So you played hard to get and made him chase you for an entire year before you caved and went on a date. Everyone said that you changed Seth, and for the better. He was a nicer person outside the ring and worked hard inside the ring. After two and a half years together, he asked you to marry him in front of a house show crowd. It wasn’t until a year later that everything went south for your relationship. Ideally, you would have gotten married in a matter of months but both of your schedules were hectic so it was going to be some time before you were able to get married. 2 months before your wedding your world went from the happiest it could have been to the lowest of the low. You hurt your knee and was taken to a hospital where you found out you were pregnant. Seth was on a different leg of an overseas tour and was going to be coming home in two days. You were so excited to tell him and decided to do it in person. 

However, that didn’t happen.

Renee found you the day before Seth came home and showed you some photos that had surfaced online. It was Seth and a bunch of random girls that you had never seen before. They were all of him and he was grabbing them and kissing them. Your world fell around you and you told Renee about the baby. Within 24 hours, Dean, Renee, Maryse and Mike helped moved all of your stuff out of the home you and Seth shared into Dean and Renee’s house. The next day when Seth came home it was basically world war 3. A lot of yelling, a lot of crying on your side and a lot of begging on Seth’s side. He said that he was drunk and that he was sorry but you just couldn’t do it, so you left and never saw him again and never told him you were pregnant. 

When the draft happened you were pregnant with only the people who needed know knew, you were drafted to smackdown with Dean, Renee, Maryse and Mike while Seth was on raw with Roman. Seth tried to meet up with you to talk but it never happened. You made sure about it. You kept your pregnancy out of the media as well so he had no idea.  

“You realise next week is the superstar shake up right?” Mike said “He might get moved to smackdown or you might go to raw” 

“Or both might happen and we won’t be on the same brand still and he won’t have to know” you shrugged. “Ryse will you watch y/s/n while I’m out there?” 

“Of course!” Maryse beamed


“I forgot how amazing that felt!” You cheered coming back through the curtain hugging the other women in the division. None of them knew you were coming back let alone in the building so when you went out there they were all shocked. 

“They loved you out there” Alexa smiled 

“You didn’t miss a beat! Knee feeling okay?” Nattie asked 

“Uh yeah it feels good” you smiled, if only they knew that your knee injury was fine a month after you were injured. 

“So we have to go out to celebrate” Becky smiled “Not only the return of y/n but also the fact that were not all gonna be here next week” 

“I would ladies but uh…I can’t. First night back and I’m really tired” you lied. It took some convincing but you were able to weasel your way out of it. You didn’t stay for the rest of the show. You took y/s/n back to the hotel, still able to keep him away from prying eyes amazingly. 

That night, your son slept perfectly, yourself… not so much. You barely got any sleep. At about 3 am you decided to get on twitter and see what the world thought about your return. 

@RomanReigns - She’s back! @y/t/n you killed it 
@WWEEMMA - Can’t wait for this shake-up, hopefully I’ll be brought back to my girl @y/t/n
@SashaBanks - yess girl! @y/t/n 

You kept scrolling through twitter when a tweet caught your eye. Seth. 

@SethRollins - get to see @y/t/n back out there. She hasn’t missed a beat in nearly 2 years xx

Should you reply? You hadn’t really been keeping up with his career or life over the two year. You knew he got injured, came back and got injured again and won his match against triple h at WrestleMania but other that you didn’t know anything. You decided to leave it and turn to reality tv to help you sleep. 


“Thank you, everyone for meeting with us today” Triple H said standing in front of a small group of talent that included Dean, Maryse and Mike. 

“Why are we here?” You asked 

“Well as you know you, the superstar shake up is this week and you guys are the ones being moved” 

“Oh god” You mumbled as you looked at the raw people who were going to Smackdown. Kevin Owens, Charlotte, The New Day, Rusev, Lana, Sami Zayn, The Shining Stars, Sin Cara, Jinder Mahal and Tamina. No Seth. That meant he was staying on raw and I was going to raw. I grabbed Maryse’s hand “He’s gonna find out, I’m going to have to tell him” 

“It’ll be okay” Maryse rubbed your hand “We’ll be there for you” 

We had to stay for a few more moments before we were dismissed. 

“Maybe it’s time he knows” Dean shrugged “I know he was a dick but y/s/n is his son too, he has a right to know” 

“He wasn’t a dick, he was thinking with his dick. He doesn’t deserve anything” you hissed. That night you held y/s/n close to your chest. Your mind raced with the worst possible things that could happen when Seth found out. He could yell, he could try and take your son away from you or what you thought would be worse is that you open your mind to letting Seth be a part of your son’s life and he rejects the idea…

The next day you headed to raw with the rest of the smackdown crew. You were all being given a private locker room to share meaning they were about to find out about y/s/n. Everyone was pretty shocked. Mickie went straight into mummy mode and Alexa was all over him. They also all promised to keep the secret as well, which was nice of them. 

You, Alexa and Mickie made you way back through the curtain after it was revelaved that you were on raw. You stayed in gorilla to get interviews done for wwe.com and the youtube channel. Although you wish you hadn’t because that was where you ran into Seth. You had thought when you saw Seth for the first time face to face you might have felt angry or sad or even love but you felt nothing. 

“Hey y/n” 

“Hey Seth” you smiled at him. If he was going to find out about y/s/n sooner or later you were at least going to be cevil with him before he found out. Your eyes widen as you heard crying and over Seth’s shoulder you saw Bray Wyatt walking towards you with your son. 

“I’m so sorry y/n he won’t stop crying and Dean wasn’t there, or Mike, or Maryse and I didn’t know how to help” He said. He looked really worried as if he had done something wrong. You smiled and took y/s/n from Bray. 

“It’s okay, Bray he probably just missed me. You didn’t do anything wrong” You smiled “Thank you” Bray nodded and headed off. 

“W-W-Who’s this?” Seth stared at the baby in your arms 

“This is y/s/n” you said biting your lip calming him down. 

“Is he…is he….” he was in shock, he just couldn’t get the words out.

“Is he yours?” you asked, Seth nodded “um.. yeah he is” 

“We’re so sorry y/n!” Maryse said running up with Mike and Dean “they pulled us for interviews we were gone for like 2 minuets” 

“Its okay guys” you reasured them. 

“They knew?” Seth asked 

“Yeah…”

“Dean you knew? And didn’t tell me?” 

“Look man I’m sorry. It was her choice I couldn’t go behind her back and tell you” Dean said 

“I understand Mike not telling me bu you, You’re my friend…” 

“And so is y/n and she is Renee’s best friend too” Dean said 

“I can’t believe this” Seth shook his head “I can’t do this” and with that Seth walked away. 

anonymous asked:

this is an invitation for you to expand on cassian andor's and mon mothma's relationship if you want

‘Relationship’ isn’t the right word. ‘Relationship’ implies something between them, the existence of ties beyond spy and senator, general and soldier, and that just isn’t true. (A pyromaniac has no relationship with the matches she tosses into the pool of accelerant. There’s no special love between between a weapon and the hand cradling the blaster.) Whatever they have lives in the negative space of what they are. ‘Relationship’ isn’t the word.

But then again, Cassian suspects matches don’t feel anything about the pyromaniac. Or about the fire, either.

.

Technically, Cassian has a supervisor, the way that technically, the rebellion is a coalition of militarized terrorist cells undermining a democratically elected authority. (Namely, these things might be true, but they’re not exactly relevant. They’ve waded too far out into the storm to be discussing whether the water is cold.)

Still, Mothma likes to bring it up sometimes. Mostly when he sidles into her meetings, her office, her caf breaks, her—

“I’m fairly certain you are meant to report to General Draven, Captain Andor,” she says coolly after her rank and file have filed out, and he ducks his head, smiles. His smile is like a blaster-shot, brutal and unerring, carving bloody lines into where it lands. Mon Mothma is draped in stainless funerary white, she is a woman already wearing her shroud, but she let out an awful hiss of breath the first time Cassian Andor smiled at her. (It still aches.)

“And you, Senator Mothma?” he asks, his dark eyes fixed on her, already flaying her open, bloody. “Who do you report to?”

“All free peoples,” Mon answers with the practiced ease.

“I don’t think I know them,” Cassian says mildly, because Mon is good at nothing so much as finding these men, full of so much unrealized and violent strength; their sharp teeth, their bright determination, all masked beneath mildness. “You should introduce me, next time.”

“I shall,” Mon Mothma says, and then Cassian Andor is very close to her, smelling of the particular bitter chemical discharge of a blaster. “Do you doubt me?” she asks archly. (When she turns her head, her jugular is bared. Is this deliberate, or weakness?)

“Of course not,” Cassian Andor says. “To doubt you is to doubt the Rebellion.”

“That is not an answer,” Mon Mothma says sharply, but he is already gone, vanished from the space she commands. And then she is alone.

.

There’s a very beautiful lie he tells sometimes, about how they met. That he was a boy with a flower in his hand, and she was a junior senator, very young and yet already grave, draped in purple. That he had made her smile.

The truth is that he burned her in Separatist effigy before he ever met her. Knew her name, and cursed it. When they did meet, she was still young but he was younger, rawboned and furious, just over the edge of youth into manhood. (It was strange to see her in the flesh at last; how small she was, standing there before him. 

They’d gotten her eyes wrong on the effigy, he thought.)

“War makes strange bedfellows,” are Senator Mon Mothma’s first words to Cassian Andor.

His first words to her are crude and unrepeatable. "Senator,” he tacks on after a long minute of silence.

“You do not have to like me,” Mon Mothma says, though the corner of her mouth quirks, and he knows then that she likes him. “You do not even have to speak to me, after this. What—will be asked of you, you do for the Rebellion. I do not enter into its calculus.”

Cassian Andor looks at her. Remembers flames.

“Done.”

.

She kills him.

She kills him over and over, on a dozen, two dozen planets. Not herself, of course—he doesn’t think she’s ever actually held a blaster, regards them with thinly-veiled contempt whenever they enter into her line of sight, which means her mouth is always pinched in a thin, unpleasant line, as though to keep her lip from curling. But she authorizes Draven’s orders regarding his missions and that’s much the same. 

Cassian is a good soldier. (Has been, since—) He doesn’t take it personally.

“Your microexpressions indicate anger,” the Imperial droid they’ve saddled him with for this mission says, in the neutral, pleasant voice that drives Cassian mad. Gods spare him from kriffing droids.

“Do they,” he answers dryly, watching as Mon Mothma disappears into one of Yavin’s makeshift conference rooms. She does not look in his direction, though she only just signed the order to make him a killer.

Well. More of a killer.

“In fact, there is a ninety-four percent correlation between Senator Mothma entering your line of vision and—”

Cassian whips around to glare at the droid. (Kaytoo, to his credit, does not bring up this subject for discussion again.)

.

She is still there, posture very straight and draped in white, whenever he returns. She is always there, standing or sitting at the head of the war-table, watching someone else speak her orders for her. (She doesn’t talk much. It’s an odd realization, when she looms so large in Cassian’s mind, when her voice, her commands, seem thick in the air on Yavin. But she lets others give orders, and Cassian isn’t certain how to feel about that.)

Once—exactly once—he comes across her falling asleep, her head tilted back against the cushion of the chair. It is just between shift-change, and so they are alone in the command center. Her face is older, asleep; she has lines at the corners of her pursed mouth, her shuttered eyes. Her copper hair is falling in her eyes.

He gets close enough to his breath stirs her hair, and he very gently touches her forehead, just with two fingertips.

Cassian doesn’t feel the knife until it is already between his ribs and twisting home. He drops to his knees, finding himself laughing despite himself. (He can feel the warmth of blood gathering thickly at the back of his throat.) He has the unique pleasure of watching Senator Mothma blanch, shoot to her feet and shout for a meddroid—

“Knife?” he rasps, as she drags in a ragged breath.

“Vibroblade,” she says dazedly, sounding more shellshocked than Cassian feels. She can’t stop staring at the hilt, sticking out of his chest. “We’re at war. No—traitor to the Empire would go unarmed. Even among friends.”

“And here I thought you were incapable of violence, Senator,” he says, grinning, and the grin is helpless too.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she breathes. Her eyes are wide and very pale, colorless fish-eyes, reflecting light when they flick to the door. The med staff rushes in, their noise almost eating up the next words: “I send sentients to their death every day.”

(When Cassian returns to the command center, still smelling of bacta and metal hands, Viceroy Organa stands at the head of the war table. “Chancellor Mothma has recused herself from duty, citing lack of sleep,” Organa says. “She’s—she regrets the harm her lack of judgment caused,” he adds, glancing at Cassian’s chest and then away.

Cassian is disappointed, for reasons he can’t quite name.)

.

The first time—

She is thirty-four, and is sure she will die sooner rather than later. But then, she has known that since she stood up in the Senate chambers and called for a vote to remove the usurper snake from his Imperial throne.

(She had been alone, more alone than she had been before or since, and looked into Sheev Palpatine’s eyes. She had thought, I am not afraid. You can hurt me, but you cannot use me, because I am not afraid.

Palpatine had smiled.)

Cassian Andor is twenty-five, and dead. He shows her the holonet notice with a grin, all his teeth bared the way Mon’s noina cat had once left mice on her doorstep. ANDOR, CASSIAN (CONFIRMED DEAD) watches her face as she reads the official Imperial record, which says he was blasted apart by a trooper on Morand.

His skin is smooth and brown, for someone who was supposed to have died with a hole burned through his skull.

“A dangerous rebel has been eliminated,” Mon says dryly, handing the datapad back to him. “Hurrah.”

“Aren’t you proud of me, Senator?”

She’s not, really. She’s somehow annoyed he made it to the grave before she did. (MOTHMA, MON is only LOCATION UNKNOWN.)  “Of course, Captain Andor. It was a successful mission, losses were minimal and we have every hope the intelligence you gathered will lead us to Imperial weapons caches. You have a good deal to be proud of.”

“Not the same thing.”

She glances at his face. He is better than he used to be at keeping it blank. “No.”

“No,” Cassian echoes, a little more softly. 

Something about the way the shadow falls on his face is—

He bridles when she reaches out, though he forces himself back into stillness so quickly she almost misses it. (He is better at that too.) Still, he does not resist when she presses her fingertips just below his jaw, where the stubble softens into throat. Underneath her hand, his pulse beats, fast and strong. “You seem very alive to me, Captain.”

He swallows, her hand moves. She can feel the rumble of his voicebox when he says, “Yes, Senator.”

She withdraws her hand, but he catches her by the wrist, tightly as binders. She wonders if he can feel her pulse, how hard it’s beating against her skin. But he doesn’t say anything, a faintly quizzical look on his face, as though he’s not sure how to proceed. 

She kisses him out of clumsy uncertainty, more than anything. (She skipped the mother, went directly from virginal maiden to sexless crone without stopping. She has practice in defying demagogues, ordering men to die, not to—)

It is a fumbling, cold affair. But afterwards, he rests his cheek against hers, and she rests her palm over the place where her blade went in between his ribs. It is the closest to human contact either of them has come in some time, she thinks.

.

“What will you do, after?” Mothma asks once. Cassian is gathering up his things, pushing an errant lock of hair behind his ear, and she is studying the way the light slants onto the dust. Neither of them is thinking about the other, but then, they are not supposed to be. (It is easier, if they are looking separate ways.)

“After what?” he asks.

“After the war. What will you do?”

He twitches, and then goes very still. “You seem sure there will be an ‘after’ for me, Senator,” he says lightly, the corner of his mouth curling.

Mon has no answer for that.

.

She keeps killing him; there’s a war on.

He keeps killing; ditto.

(Who cares what the dead do, in those snatched moments between dying?)

.

Senator Mon Mothma is forty-one, and sure she will die—sooner, rather than later. But she has known that for nineteen years now; its sting no longer can pierce her. She is a dead woman, she wears her white shroud. Everything else is…

Captain Cassian Andor is thirty-seven, and dead. Truly dead, this time, nothing to reach for and assure herself with, no proof of life.

(She does not think of his pulse, hot and steady under her hand. She does not think of his mouth curling, the way he had said after. She does not think of anything. No true pyromaniac would pity a match burnt up to ash. No soldier cries, firing a blaster.

She hates blasters.)

She personally changes his Alliance file to read ANDOR, CASSIAN (CONFIRMED DEAD).

Letters || Park Woojin

To: Y/n


You looked so beautiful today, especially with that cute bow your friends dared you to wear. It looked like you didn’t like it, but I just wanted to hug you and kiss your cheeks, you were that cute. You’re probably thinking that I’m weird for sending you this, but I just wanted you to know that I like you. You’re amazing and I hope you’ll accept me one day.


with love <3


Your Secret Admirer


I quickly stuffed the note into her locker, it was a little later than I usually gave her a note. I just hope no one noticed me, I jumped when I felt an arm on my shoulders. “So, Woojin, You gave her another letter, I wonder what you wrote on it this time… ‘I love you y/n’… it was that wasn’t it, its okay, I ship y'all” Youngmin winked at the end of his teasing. I sighed the one person that I didn’t want to see me, saw me. He will tease me all day about this, he caught me slipping a note in her locker last year, and he hasn’t given up on shipping us since then. “No, not today… more like a ‘I like you, please accept me’ but why am I telling you this..” I shook my head, I just had to tell Youngmin didn’t I. He laughed “I hope she says yes to you Woojin” he chuckled and patted my back before walking to class.


I heard a small gasp behind me, I turned to see y/n looking at the letter I gave her. I started to blush, I better get to class before someone notices me. I quickly walked into my first class which was music, I walked towards my seat which was by Daehwi, Youngmin, and Donghyun. I sat down and put my head in my hands and sighed, what if I was almost caught. I felt someone put their arm over my shoulders. “Are you okay Woojin?” I looked up to see Donghyun with his bright smile showing. I nodded while still having that blush on my cheeks. “Y/n was there, if I was a couple minutes late she would’ve caught me” I shook my head, I was still shocked, what if she caught me and rejected me…
Donghyun patted my back, “I don’t think she would reject you, no one would reject you, look at you” he started to pinch my cheeks while I tried stopping him. “Yeah!! Hyung is right! No one would reject you!” Here comes Daehwi, he just had to say everything loudly didn’t he. “Come on Woojin, just confess to her, she’ll say yes, I’ve seen her around with her friends talking about who this 'secret admirer’ is, plus I can be your wingman.” Youngmin looked so proud to be called wingman. I just played with my fingers while those three just smiled widely and stared at me. “Fine, maybe sometime soon, Not Now!” The three kept smiling widely and just nodded. Our teacher walked in to start class, I was just thankful that they didn’t keep pushing it. After the next few classes, it was lunch time, at this time I waited for everyone to leave the hallway. I walked up to her locker, with another letter in my hand.


To: Y/N


I keep questioning if I should confess now or later. I don’t want to face rejection so soon though, I don’t know if you’ll even say yes. I will have to do it one day, till then I just want to remain mysterious. You looked nice today, like always of course. Have an amazing day y/n


With love <3


Your Secret Admirer


I stuffed the letter in her locker quickly before walking away. I went to the lunch room and headed towards the table I always sat on. I get there to see three loud boys, it’s a daily thing. Once they noticed me they stopped doing what they were doing and just stared at me nodding to each other. I just stared at them, what are they thinking? “Hey guys? Why are you looking at me like that??” The three of them just smiled at me and went back to what they were doing. I sat down and just watched them write something down… I looked at Daehwi who was just giggling to himself at whatever Youngmin was writing. Donghyun just smiled and nodded every time Youngmin asked him something, he even whispered stuff that Youngmin will suddenly write down quickly. After a couple of minutes of me just watching them, they all stopped and folded the paper. Youngmin stood up instantly with a wide smile, “hey guys I’ll be back, I just got to… give this to someone. Okay bye!” and he left as quickly as he said all that. I looked at the other two, who are now eating and having a small talk. “Daehwi what did Youngmin have?” I asked, still cautious about what they were doing. “Oh! He decided to write a letter so you can confess to y/n faster-” Donghyun covered Daehwi’s mouth quickly, “don’t listen to him you know how he is always saying stuff that don’t make sense… right Daehwi?” Donghyun gave him a look which made Daehwi nod slowly.


Youngmin came back after a few minutes, he looked so proud of himself. “I did the best thing I could do for you Woojin, you can just give me a wedding invitation now and call me your best man.” Youngmin stood there like he was superman after saving the whole world. “What did you do Youngmin??” All these scenarios went trough my head. What if he told y/n about my crush on her, or if he told her stuff about me or anything to get her to guess who I was. I started freaking out, I didn’t want her to know this soon, what am I going to do now if she knows who I am?


“Oh you know, what any wingman can do. Get you to the girl that you wanted. A simple thank you will be nice” he looked around with a proud smile. I sighed they probably just ruined my life completely. “What did you write?” I put my head in my hands, my life was about to be ruined by three dweebs with not so brilliant ideas. “Well you see… it has quite Park Woojin vibes on it, all thanks to all three of us.” He pointed at the other two, who just nodded.
“Here I can tell you what I wrote it was nice, I even signed it with your sign…”


To: Y/n


I lOvE yOu, PlEaSe LoVe Me. I’vE hAd A cRuSh On YoU fOr AlMoSt TwO yEaRs  NoW. I kEeP sEnDiNg YoU lEtTeRs, JuSt FoR yOu To NoTiCe Me. I aLsO hAvE oNe ClAsS wItH yOu, YeT yOu DoNt NoTiCe I’m ThErE. I jUsT wAnT yOu To KnOw ThAt, I’vE bEeN wAnTiNg To CoNfEsS fOr A wHiLe NoW. oLiVe YoU a LaTtE.


WiTh LoVe <3


YoUr SeCrEt AdMiReR


“It’s cute isn’t it. All three of us came up with it, Daehwi told me to write every other letter in capitals, while Donghyun told me what to write, I just wrote it and gave it to her. We make such a great team, I’m tearing up.” Youngmin fanned his face, Daehwi just giggled while having food in his mouth, Donghyun shook his head at the over dramatic Youngmin.  I got up and started heading towards the lockers, “I’ll be back, don’t wait for me!” I waved at them three before quickly heading towards y/n locker. By this time she would’ve already gotten my letter before those three decided to add another. Once I made it to the hall where her locker is, I see her just opening it, she has a confused face. I see she already got my letter, since it’s in her hand, but she’s looking at the other letter with a curious face. I only give her three letters each day, one before school starts, one for lunch and one right before school ends. Yet those three decided to ruin that by giving her a random letter after she just received mine. Now what am I going to do, she’ll think someone is pulling a prank on her, I don’t want her to think that. I sighed and headed to class, I had a great idea for tomorrow, I guess this had to be done sooner than later.


It’s now almost the end of school, and I thought everything through for tomorrow. I didn’t tell any of those three, but they will notice what I will do tomorrow. I quickly wrote y/n a letter, it wasn’t anything special, I just had to head to the store before getting home today.


To: Y/n


I see you noticed that third letter earlier, no it wasn’t me, but I’m glad you got to see that. It gave me courage to do something extreme tomorrow. There will be a surprise for tomorrow, I don’t know how this will end, but I hope you’ll answer me truthfully.


With love <3


Your secret admirer


Once the bell rang, I quickly headed towards her locked and stuffed it in there, before she got there. I walked out of school and decided to leave quickly before the three of them spotted me, I didn’t want them to ruin this. I headed towards the store, it was a cute store with lots of cute things, a perfect place to buy someone a gift. I walked around the store and spotted this cute stuffed bear. It was a cream color bear with a cute heart in its hand that said, “I love you beary much”, I just thought it was the cutest thing to give y/n. I took the bear and a random rose, and went to pay for it. I hope she’ll accept me tomorrow.


It was early morning yet again, I got to school with the letter in hand, but this time with a bear and a rose to accompany them. I got to her locker, I’ve never opened it before, but this time I did. I opened it to see it filled with text book and at the corner all my letters neatly aligned. I couldn’t help but blush, did she really keep all my letters, even the letter the three of them gave her. I smiled before neatly putting the bear and the rose inside with the letter facing straight forward. I closed the locker and headed to the place I told her to meet me at.


To: Y/n


I said I was gonna do something huge today, and I will. Before classes start, I want you to come meet me by this tree at the front of the school. Bring the gifts I bought you they’re berry special. Get it cause of the stuffed bear, I’ll just show myself out… but other than that. I want to tell you one last thing before we meet in person. You’re very cute and adorable, if you don’t accept me then I get it, but please think about it.


With love <3


Your secret admirer


It was now fifteen minutes before class started, kids were already heading in to get to class in time. The three boys walked up to the school, and Daehwi was the first to spot me, running up to me and giving me a tight hug. The other two just asked what I was doing out here since I’m always in class before them. “I have to do something important, she should be here soon” I whispered shyly, even if I was about to confess to y/n, I couldn’t help but get nervous and shy. I turned quickly to the school doors to see y/n opening them to get outside, a few of her friends were following her giggling among themselves. Woojin started to blush seeing y/n hold the stuffed bear, the rose and the letter. He looked down at his hands and shyly played with his fingers. The three musketeers moved to the side once spotting y/n heading towards them, all of them smirking, knowing that little Woojin will finally confess to y/n. Y/n then reached the group of boys and instantly noticed a shy Woojin looking down. She blushed herself, no one knew this but she’s had a crush on him for a while now, and she always wished he was the one sending her the letter, but now here she is in front of him. Holding a stuffed bear and a rose, while looking at the letter and then up to Woojin’s blushing face. Y/n started to giggle, maybe her dream gets to become reality.


“Woojin, are you the one behind the letters?” Woojin looked up after hearing the soft voice of y/n, he nodded quickly, he just couldn’t say anything. Y/n was in front of him looking at him with a gleam of hope in her eyes. “Y/n, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time now. I’ve had a crush on you for almost two years now, but I never got the guts to tell you how I feel. Yet today is different, today I decided to confess to you, it’s okay if you don’t accept me, I get it, but I hope you’ll listen to me. Y/n will you please go out with me?” I closed my eyes instantly, I didn’t want to see her face after my confession. I felt hands on my face and someone kissing my cheek. I opened my eyes to see y/n’s face up close to mine. She smiled and nodded, “I will gladly go out with you Park Woojin” but not before giving me another kiss on the cheek. Leaving me a blushing mess, all my confidence melted away just leaving me to be shy once again, but I took her hand and started walking back inside the school.


Outside the school by the tree;
Youngmin was fake crying while trying to get a hold of himself. Daehwi started to scream at all the cuteness he just saw and ran back inside before he died. Donghyun was taking pictures of the whole moment looking proud at little Woojin. Y/n’s friends recorded the whole thing, some of them taking a liking to the three over dramatic boys, but who wouldn’t.


Originally posted by ichnite


I loved writing this cause the bnm babies are the cutest, especially Woojin.

Pride Month Prompts 2/30: Rainbow

Fandom: Be More Chill

Relationship: Boyf riends

Notes:

Basically a #forthepatch fic as well as something extra to go along with it! I tried to make it longer and it’s kinda late cuz I got lazy in the end. But I hope you enjoy it!

When Hot Topic arrived at the mall back when they were in middle school, Jeremy and Michael had finally found a reason to go to the mall. There was anime, Pokémon, music, it was like a paradise for them. Even more so to Michael.

They could spend hours looking at the new stuff, looking at clearance stuff. It used to be a normal thing for them to be there every Saturday. Michael would spend all of his allowance there.

Jeremy was just looking through and found himself looking at some of the patches they had. Jeremy himself wasn’t a patch person, but he did find a lot of designs really cool. He then pulled out a patch that was a simple rectangle but had each color of the rainbow.

Jeremy immediately thought back to a couple of weeks ago where Michael had came out to him. He was nervous, but Jeremy told him that it was okay. Jeremy was glad that Michael told him this. He then got an idea.

“Michael!” He called. The store was small enough so that Jeremy knew that Michael could hear them despite the loud music that was playing in the store.

“Yeah?!” He heard, he then started walking in the direction he heard his best friend. He found him near the jackets and sweaters area. Michael then turned to Jeremy.

“Hey! Dude, check this out.” He then pulled off what seemed to be a big red hoodie. It looked extremely large, especially for someone of Michael’s size.

“So, it LOOKS like a normal hoodie right?” Jeremy nodded, but then Michael turned it around to reveal a familiar picture on the back.

“Is that…?” Jeremy started to ask.

“Unknown Pleasures by Joy Division? You bet it is!” Jeremy knew that Michael loved that album. It was something Michael could listen to non-stop. “But that isn’t even the best part!”

Michael then took off the hoodie from the hanger and put it on. It was absolutely huge on him. But he then turned around and put on the hood to reveal a polar bear.

“That’s awesome Michael! But do they have it in a smaller size? You look like you are going to be swallowed by the polar bear.” Jeremy laughed. Michael poured, Jeremy stood quite a bit taller than Michael. Taller then most kids really.

“No, this is the only one left. I’ll just grow into it.” Michael said.

“If you can grow and bigger.” Jeremy teased,

“ Shut up.” Michael muttered giving Jeremy a light punch to the arm. Jeremy then remembered the patch in his hand.

“You know what else would look good with it?” Jeremy asked.

“What?” Michael asked confused.

Jeremy then showed the patch, Michael’s eyes widened as blush quickly came to his face. But stared at the patch in wonder. But then Michael shrunk back as he started fiddling with his fingers.

“A-a pride patch?” Michael asked.

“Yeah! I mean, now that you’re out and everything y'know.” Jeremy said.

“Well, thats kinda like, announcing to the world. I-I don’t-”

“Michael.” Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder. And looked at him in the eyes, “You shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are, in fact, you should be happy! You know who you are. And the world can’t give a damn.”

Jeremy then held the badge to Michael’s other shoulder. Holding it there. He then looked again at Michael.

“It looks pretty natural to be there right?” Jeremy asked.

Michael laughed, “it sure does. How much is it?”

“8.50”

“Damn it, I don’t have enough money for the jacket and the patch.” Michael said.

“I got it.” Jeremy said.

“What?! No way dude.” Michael said.

“Yeah! C'mon.” Jeremy then led them to the line to check out. Michael took off the hoodie so he can pay for it.

“Jer, I don’t feel right with you paying for that.” Michael said.

“Think of it as a ‘thanks’.” Jeremy said.

“Thanks? What do you have to thank me for?” Michael asked with a grin.

“For… I don’t know… being comfortable about coming out to me.” Jeremy said.

Michael’s smile then turned brighter then the sun, “Of course, I wasn’t just NOT going to tell my player 2! Jer, I would tell you anything.” Michael said as he walked up to the cashier.

Jeremy smiled at his words and watched as Michael payed for the jacket. As soon as he was done, he placed the patch down and reached for his wallet. But as he looked up at the cashier, he saw a look of disgust.

Jeremy flinched at the sight he felt his cheeks turn red. But pulled out the money and paid anyway. When the cashier gave him the bag, Jeremy knew that cashier was avoiding any physical contact. As he walked away and approached Michael he could still feel the glare on his back.

Michael looked shocked, then looked to the ground in guilt. Jeremy then knew that he had seen what happened. Jeremy then put his bag down and wrapped his arms around Michael.

“I’m sorry you had to do that. You didn’t deserve it.” Michael muttered to his shoulder.

“No, I’m glad it was me instead of you.” Jeremy said. He knew that Michael would face a lot of hardships and judgement with the way he was. But Jeremy promised himself that he was going to be there for him.

The hug ended shortly afterwards and Michael wiped a few tears from his face. Jeremy picked up the bag and handed it to Michael, which Michael hesitated before taking.

“Hey, don’t worry. You can wait as long as you need before wearing it. Just know I will never judge you for who you are.” Jeremy said. Michael smiled at him, causing Jeremy to slightly blush before smile back.

The next day at school Michael wore that hoodie and dawned that patch. His walk had never been so confident.

-

The memory was a precious one at that. And Jeremy couldn’t help but look back on and smile. Michael had many patches on the sweater now, and some others were also from Jeremy but the rainbow on his shoulder still shined the best.

When Jeremy decided to come out to Michael years later he then knew why Michael was nervous.

It’s not like Jeremy thought Michael would judge him or be mad it at the time. It would be the first time he said out loud that he was bi. And it kinda scared him. But luckily when he did, Michael was super supportive in every way.

“Dude!” Jeremy said when he opened up the door to his boyfriend that morning. Senior year was starting soon and they needed to spend every waking moment they had hanging out before their freedom. But when Jeremy open the door he presented to Michael his new sweater. His new Thespian Presidency sweater.

“Dude!” Michael said back. Dawning his own new sweater.

Jeremy didn’t know how, but he was chosen to be Vice President of the Thespian Society. Which was… insane to him. Michael had actually been chosen as Senior Techie as well. Both getting handmade jackets with their school colors, names, and positions listed.

Jeremy knew very well that Michael wouldn’t wear the jacket often. The hoodie from all those years ago held a special place in Michael’s heart. But Jeremy knew Michael would wear it for official stuff, and he was glad because Michael looked really good in the jacket.

Really good.

Jeremy let Michael inside the house which Michael gladly did, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he passed by. Jeremy blushed and they went down the stairs to their normal set up.

“So, what are we gonna do first?” Jeremy asked, taking his place on the bean bag.

“I don’t know.” Michael said with a shrug. He kept standing, hands inside the pocket and if you looked closely enough, you could see Michael was fiddling with something.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” Jeremy asked.

“N-no! I just… I have something for you.” Michael said nervously.

“Okayyyy… what is it?” Jeremy asked.

“You kinda need to stand up.” Michael said.

“I swear Michael if you are gonna prank me-”

“I’m not! I promise.” Michael said, “I wouldn’t prank my favworite person.” He put on a pout and a cutesy voice for the last part.

“Your track record shows differently.” Jeremy sighed as he got up from the beanbag.

“Shut up. Now, close your eyes, I’ll get embarrassed if you are watching me.” Michael said.

Jeremy had a slight bad feeling, but ignored it as he closed his eyes. He then felt Michael moving his jacket a bit. There was a bit of struggle and nervousness but then Michael stopped.

“Alright. You are golden.” Michael said.

Jeremy opened his eyes and looked to see what Michael had done. His eyes widened to see a pin on the jacket, it was shaped with a heart with two lines in the middle and different colors filled up each one to represent the bi-sexual flag.

He looked up at Michael, “Just like old times right?” Michael said, the pulling out of his pocket a similar pin, but instead it represented the homo-sexual flag.

Jeremy laughed as he took the pin and connected it to Michael’s jacket that he was sure would be filled with other pins sooner or later. He kept his hand there as he then pulled Micheal into a passionate kiss.

It was meant to be brief, but with boys like them. They didn’t officially end the kiss until 10 minutes later with now Michael on a bean bag and Jeremy being on his lap.

They laughed and after calming down Michael gave Jeremy a heart-felt gaze.

“I’m pretty sure…” Michael said as they intertwined their hands “that was the day I fell in love with you.”

Anyone who looked at Michael from 8th grade on-wards knew who he was. Because of the rainbow patch on his shoulder on the jacket he wore everyday.

Now everyone would know who Jeremy was. Because of the pin on his jacket that he wore everyday.

And everyone knew that Jeremy and Michael loved each other because whenever you saw them in their patch or pins. They would be together.

natanije answered your question: I’m really really tempted to start writing…

‘you’re that one emo ass neighbor i had for years but never talked with but what do you mean you’ve been in the police force for years????’ kind of thing? …i’m bad at making prompts sorry

Alright time to figuratively stretch my legs after not writing for nearly a year or more! Excuse the mess this is sure to be :D

Sakura had always done her best to avoid her neighbor, the man looking much to sketchy for her to be comfortable with. From his long, often un-brushed hair (from the few times she saw him picking up his mail), to his near constant scowl and love of dark, stained t-shirts- even how he came and went (more like skulked) at all hours of the day and night… everything about him screamed ‘off’ to her.

And now, stuck in their apartments elevator with said man, Sakura did her best to glue herself to the wall and pray that maintenance fixed this mess up sooner rather than later.

“Miss Haruno correct?” the man finally spoke, his rumpled appearance and ample amounts of groceries taking up more space than she wished he would. “from the apartment next to mine?”

“Uhh, yeah, yeah that’s me. Sakura Haruno, nice to meet you…? I’m sorry, I never got your name?“ Somewhat embarrassed to admit it after living next to him for 4 years, she mumbled, her eyes doing their best to avoid his own curious ones.

“Officer Madara Uchiha. It’s nice to finally meet you miss Haruno, I apologize for my appearance, I’ve just gotten off a 48 hour shift and wanted to relax. It seems to be that way every time i do manage to run into you.” he sounded like he was pouting of all things as he said this, but Sakura was much to shocked by what he’d just told her.

“Wait, you’re a cop?!”

“Of a sort, is it really that shocking? I must have left a bad impression…”

“Wow. jeez, and here I though you sold drugs for 4 years!”

“…excuse me?”

“I said that out loud, didn’t I? Fuck.”

Dex slipped out of bed quietly, trying not to wake Nursey.  It was early, too early for a day when they had no morning skate, and he had no classes until 11am, but Dex didn’t want to be late for work.  He needed all the money he could get, both for himself, and to send whatever he could home to his dad and brother.

“Will?” Nursey mumbled sleepily from his bunk, “What time ‘sit?”

“6am Dere, go back to sleep.” Dex whispered as he began heading for the bathroom.

“I thought skate was cancelled?” Nursey asked, sitting up in bed.

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Behind These Bars

Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this done. I had most of it done a month ago but for some reason didn’t know how to end the story.
Sorry for that.


Negan takes Daryl “on a walk” to show him a secret. Daryl is suprised when Negan shows him a girl he’s holding captive in a large cage calling her his secret-weapon (harley-style, as requested. :D)

Word count: 1802

approximated reading time: 7 minutes


Daryl was walking behind Negan, his eyes shifting from left to right looking for ways to escape this hell rather sooner than later. Negan had taken him out of his cell to ‘go for a walk’ today and no matter how hard Daryl tried to find one, there was no logical reason for Negan to have him out here. They walked through dark corridors and multiple locked doors, it looked like he was leading Daryl through the maximun security wing of a prison. Was he going to kill him? No, he wouldn’t go through all this if he wanted to kill Daryl. Negan would do it somewhere for everyone to see. For Rick to see.
“I wanna show ya somethin’”, Negan said opening one more door. “The apple of my fuckin’ eye.” He did this little leaning back he did on almost every word he stressed. He was a strange man, overexaggerating everything he did. Playing a role. Daryl was sure that in the end this was Negan’s weak point: he was playing a character, every little crack in this role would lead to his downfall in the end. And whatever was behind this door, Daryl was sure it would play a big part in overthrowing Negan. He must have been aware of that as well, so why on earth would he lead Daryl down here?!
“Ya brought your bucket and mop!?” Negan looked him all over and Daryl nodded quickly. He had lived his whole life trying to be invisible, obeying to an abusive father and drinking brother, he knew how to make this kind of people happy. Negan was no different than them, a little bit more to the crazy side but overall, he was as easy to please.
“Good.” Negan laughed. “Fuckin’ great.” That little leaning-back thing again and with a big grin on his face he swung the door open.
The room that lay behind was dominated by a big cage. No, not dominated. The cage was pretty much all there was to the room. There was a bed in there and a small bundle of white clothes lying in the other corner.

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One Good Reason  [ P.P ]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Hii! Could you do the numbers 1, 3, 16 and 22 with Peter Parker? Thank you so much for your time 

Prompts: 

  • 1: “Give me a chance.”
  • 3: “Leave me alone.”
  • 16: “I never meant to hurt you.”
  • 22: “Don’t call this number again.” 

From This Prompts List

Word Count: 698 

Warnings: None that I can think of.

A/N: This is trash but like it’s okay. Just a forewarning lol.

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“Give me a chance.”

“Are you serious, Peter?” You glare at him, moving to shut the front door in his face with a strong slam but Peter’s foot catches it before it can close. You cringe at how much that would have hurt him.

“Just hear me out, please,” Peter’s eyes say a million words as he gazes into yours when he manages to see your face through the slight gap. He bites his lip as you release little of your force on the door, somehow allowing him to open it once more.

“Leave me alone,” You sigh, your head falling as you avoid the look he was giving you. Your chest ached with hurt and your mind raced as you tried not to let yourself loose out and fall right back into his arms.

When Peter had broken up with you, he had left you a mess. It wasn’t even as if he gave you an explanation other than how he had claimed that there was someone else whom he had loved more. It wasn’t true but you didn’t know that. Peter had felt as if he were a burden to you, especially as Spider-Man. He never knew if he would make it through the next week so how could he plan to keep you happy if he didn’t even know how long he would live? He had no way of knowing whether or not Vulture or the Goblin would successfully take his life or not. And he didn’t even want to think of how much it would hurt you if he does die early.

But he didn’t realise just how much he needed you.

He had tried his hardest for the past week to speak to you but you had only ignored him. Call after call you had declined, not even bothering to read any messages that you had to tell him. When you had finally picked up a call from him the only words you had said to him had sent his heart into panic.

“Don’t call this number again.” And then you had hung up, your own heart pounding just as hard as his. There was another two weeks gap until Peter had finally built up the courage to make his way over to where you live and knock on your door with his heart in his hands.

“I never meant to hurt you, Y/N,” Peter steps through the door, reaching for your hands. You let him take them, not bothering to move them away as you glared lightly at how his hands encased your own so perfectly. “I just–I thought that you would be better off without me. There’s too much baggage that comes along with loving me and it’s going to weigh you down sooner or later.”

“That’s not fair on me, Peter. You can’t just make decisions like this without talking to me about it first. And you can’t just come back for me when you’ve very much broken my heart.” You sniffle, not taking notice of the pained expression on Peter’s face. He hated that he had done the one thing he had promised himself he would never do; break your heart.

“Please,” Peter almost sobs, his eyes pooling with tears. “I love you and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t–I didn’t–”

“Give me one reason, Peter,” You mumble. Peter snaps his gaze to meet yours, his teary eyes shining under the light of your home. “Give me one good reason why I should give you another chance and I will.”

“Because I love you. Too much to just let go of us. I know that I’m not easy to be in love with, Y/N and I know that I’ve hurt you but it’s not easy for me either–”
Before he can even finish his sentence, you’re in his arms, your head nuzzled into his neck as small teardrops escape your eyes. His arms slowly wrap around you, his noze burying into your hair as he places a light kiss on your head.

“Don’t give up on me,” Peter mumbles, his eyes falling shut as he holds you tightly against him. “Please, don’t give up on me.”