knocked a lot of requests off my list with this one too

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea I'm too nervous to try writing: One of the Side's eyes change colors depending on his mood, and no one notices until they're nearly black one day from sadness/red from anger, and whatever you want can happen afterwards. You choose what colors represent which emotions, which side, and any relationships (I love them all). Angst is appreciated but fluff is also wonderful. Sorry if it's a bad prompt it's just an idea I had. You're an amazing writer!

A/N: This is an amazing prompt! I put a slightly different spin on it, but it’s still the same basic idea. I’m also now obsessed with this au, and will probably write more of it in the future. Enjoy!

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Patton was at the core of a lot of Thomas’s feelings. And not that this was new news, all the other sides knew this. There was a reason they called him the “heart” after all. However, there was something odd that happened to Patton because of his emotions. His right eye would change colors. While his left eye would stay the same warm brown color, the other would change according to his emotions. When he was happy, it would be a golden yellow. When he was sad, it was a dark blue, so dark it was nearly black. When he was scared or anxious, it would turn purple. When he was calm, it was light blue. And the list of colors could go on and on.

So yes, Patton’s right eye could change colors. And he hated it. It made him feel ugly and out of place. Thankfully, none of the other sides seemed to notice his… condition. That is, until now.

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Prompt List of Sarcasm
  1. “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.” 
  2. “Define normal.” 
  3. “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 
  4. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 
  5. “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 
  6. “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” 
  7. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 
  8. “And you wonder why you’re still single.” 
  9. “Remind me to kill you. Please.” 
  10. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.” 
  11. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” 
  12. “Were you dropped on your head?” 
  13. “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 
  14. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.” 
  15. “If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 
  16. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 
  17. “If I survive, can I go home?” 
  18. “My middle finger salutes you.” 
  19. “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.” 
  20. “I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.” 
  21. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 
  22. “Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.” 
  23. “Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 
  24. “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 
  25. “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 
  26. “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 
  27. “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.” 
  28. “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 
  29. “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 
  30. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 
  31. “I need therapy after this.” 
  32. “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 
  33. “I’m not weird. I am limited edition.” 
  34. “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 
  35. “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 
  36. “If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.” 
  37. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” 
  38. “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” 
  39. “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.” 
  40. “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 
  41. “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 
  42. “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!” 
  43. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 
  44. “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.” 
  45. “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 
  46. “The female of the species is more deadly than the male.” 
  47. “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 
  48. “She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 
  49. “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 
  50. “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 
  51. “Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.” 
  52. “You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.” 
  53. “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.” 
  54. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 
  55. “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 
  56. “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 
  57. “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.” 
  58. “A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.” 
  59. “Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.” 
  60. “I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.” 
  61. “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.” 
  62. “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.” 
  63. “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” 
  64. “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 
  65. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.” 
  66. “I like you. You’re different.” 
  67. “You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.” 
  68. “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 
  69. “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 
  70. “Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 
  71. “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 
  72. “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 
  73. “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” 
  74. “I care so little, I almost passed out.” 
  75. “Well behaved woman rarely make history.” 
  76. “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.” 
  77. “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.” 
  78. “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.” 
  79. “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 
  80. “How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.” 
  81. “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 
  82. “Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.” 
  83. “I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.” 
  84. “You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 
  85. “Have fun being deal.” “I will.” 
  86. “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” 
  87. “It’s called thinking. Go with it.” 
  88. “I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.” 
  89. “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.” 
  90. “I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.” 
  91. “The girl is strange no question.” 
  92. “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.” 
  93. “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.” 
  94. “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.” 
  95. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”
  96. “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.” 
  97. “I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.” 
  98. “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”
  99. “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.” 
  100. “Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.” 
  101. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” 
  102. “You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?” 
  103. “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.” 
  104. “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.” 
  105. “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.” 
  106. “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.” 
  107. “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.” 
  108. “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.” 
  109. “Such big evil in such a little thing.” 
  110. “Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?” 
  111. “What does not kill you will likely try again.” 
  112. “Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.” 
  113. “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.” 
  114. “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” 
  115. “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.” 
  116. “What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”
  117. “In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.” 
  118. “I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.” 
  119. “Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.” 
  120. “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.” 

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i love you - boyfriend!tom

Summary: You and Tom say “I love you” for the first time.

Tom had known he loved you for a little while. It had really solidified for him several weeks earlier, a week after he’d met your parents. He’d had a rough work week in LA, and had planned to visit you for the weekend, but wasn’t sure he was up to it come Friday morning.

So with a bit of reluctance, Tom flew out as planned and found himself knocking on your apartment door, excited to see you, but tired and grumpy all the same.

When you opened the door, you gave him a sympathetic smile and pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said, pressing a kiss just below his ear.

He dropped his bag in the living room and returned with you to the kitchen, where several pots and pans were resting on the stovetop. Spoons, measuring cups, and spices were scattered across the counter next to a printed recipe.

“What are you making?” he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stirred.

“That thing your mom always makes, that you made me when I was sick last month? I thought it’d be nice to come back to.”

He quirked a smile at that, genuinely taken aback by your thoughtfulness, and lifted his head to press a kiss to your temple. “I’m gonna go change,” he said, grabbing his bag and taking it to your bedroom.

He came back a minute later shirtless and in gray sweatpants, stretching out on your couch. “Mmm, I forgot how comfy your couch is,” he called over his shoulder to where you were in the kitchen.

You quickly wiped your hands on a dish towel before strolling into the living room and plopping down next to him. You snuggled into his side as he lazily scrolled through his Instagram feed with squinty tired eyes. After a few minutes you spoke. “So…you had a really long week?”

He sighed, dropping his phone on the coffee table and wrapping his arm around you. “Yeah. Lots of paps. Everywhere, all the time. And then my manager’s been calling me nonstop about a new deal we’re negotiating. I didn’t really get any sleep.  I just feel drained.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Hopefully you’ll catch up on some sleep this weekend.”

He nodded his head, running his fingers up and down your back. “How has your week been?”

“Eh, y’know-”, you were about to respond when a loud alarm sounded from the kitchen. You sat up startled.

“Wha-”

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed, racing into your smoky kitchen to pull your burning lemon sage chicken out from the oven.

Tom came running in behind you, assessing the situation, before grabbing your discarded dish towel to fan the smoke away from the alarm. You threw the burnt chicken on top of the counter, shutting the oven with a huff before grabbing another dish towel from the drawer to help Tom fan the smoke alarm.

Tom looked over to your frazzled state and frustrated expression. Your hair was sticking up in all different directions, you shirt was covered in splattered lemon sage sauce, and your cheeks were flushed red both from the heat and embarrassment. Tom couldn’t help but smile, and it dawned on him that he was crazy for even questioning whether he wanted to spend his weekend next to you.

“What’s so funny?” you questioned when you noticed Tom staring at you, giggling, and cracking his first real smile that night.

“Nothing, I just.. I -”

I love you, he thought to himself.


He’d kept it to himself that night. He hadn’t wanted to scare you off, or ruin what you guys had. But as time went on, he found himself thinking it more and more often, and getting closer to letting it slip out.

A few weeks passed and another weekend scheduled for you to visit Tom on his press tour rolled around. It was late and the two of you were fooling around in his hotel room.

You were straddling Tom on his bed, and he was extra eager, as it’d been a couple weeks since you’d been together. He roughly pulled your shirt over your head before reattaching his lips to yours. He reached around your back to unclip your bra, but got thrown off by your new clasp-less lacy bralette. Frustrated, he tugged too hard and ripped it down the back.

“Tom!” you laughed, pulling away from him in surprise.

His jaw dropped a little. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that. I’ll get you a new one, I promise. I am so sorry.” He chuckled at the stunned look on your face, making you laugh harder.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. “I still love you.” You paused for a second, realizing what you’d just said, and quickly pressed your lips back to his in a panic thinking, Dear god I hope he somehow didn’t just hear that.

He gripped your waist but pulled his mouth away from yours, certain he’d heard the words he’d craved for weeks. “What’d you just say?”

“Nothing,” you said, moving his hands up to your breasts in an effort to distract him and leaning in to kiss him again.

After briefly allowing your lips to press to his, he pulled away again, flipping you over and pinning your hands down on either side of your head.

“Tell me again,” he said with a smile.

“Hmm?” You scrunched your forehead still trying to deny what you’d confessed.

“Tell me again,” he teased, kissing your jaw, “that you love me.”

“Did I say that?” you teased back, wiggling your body in attempt to break free from his grasp.

“Mhmm,” he smiled into your neck before pulling back to look at you and releasing your wrists.

You sighed in defeat, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I guess I did….because I do. I love you.”

He grazed his upturned lips against yours. “Good. Because I love you too.”

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highly highly highly requested. we’re squealing.

xoxo, L & A

Vague Reckoning

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3467

Warnings: Angst to Fluff to Smut. NSFW gifs.

@kazekagegirl​ asked “Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader is hard on herself every time she’s messes up or does something the wrong way, she thinks she has to perfect, she thinks she screws up a lot when in actuality she don’t. Well one day her and Bucky get into it and she becomes emotional and he tells her she is not a screw up, she more than what she gives herself credit for, they argue and he storms off they make up and possibly smut. It’s different but if you can please and thank you.”

A/N: So I finally have time for all the requests! Request away people :) I changed the request a tinsy bit. Hope you don’t mind. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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Just My Type

Originally posted by thenameisvennila

Request: HI! i recently read your entire master list and it’s amazing!! If you could, would you write an ABO fic with Alpha! Dean where like he finds his true mate but she’s nothing like the girls he normally goes home with.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: smut, language

A/N: I have so much fun playing with these ABO fics…


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The One Who Holds Your Heart » Prince Adam

Request: Can u do a pre-cursed imagine of the reader and prince Adam? I don’t really have a plot I just love pre-cursed Adam:)))

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 1770

Summary: Adam is in love with you despite you being a maid.

A/N: Okay, so I really want to write a part two to this story and I will! [Name] won’t remember Adam and we’ll go on from there. Anyways, I hope you guys like this!

Part Two: The One Who Breaks The Curse

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Clueless.

Request from @deanwinnchesterisbae​: Bucky X Reader, reader’s on her period and Bucky has no idea what to do, hilarity ensues and Nat has to help him out. Fluff, cuteness, all of the snuggly Bucky (because who wouldn’t wanna cuddle the shit out of that man while in pain?)

Note: I was definitely giggling to myself as I wrote this lol!

Bucky x Period!Reader

Words: 1,364

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

“Agent Barnes I am sorry to disturb you but I noticed that your alarm did not sound out so I thought it would be best that I wake you myself.”

Oh the joys of having a computer system that could patch into your room without so much as a word of consent from yourself.

“There was a reason for that F.R.I.D.A.Y.” A tired groan left Bucky’s lips as he moved his metal arm to wrap around what should have been your torso….only to be met with nothing but an empty space where you had once been. His brows furrowed. “Are you able to locate [y/n]?”

It only took the system a few seconds to respond back to him with your whereabouts.

“Agent [l/n] is currently in the bathroom although upon further scanning I can see that her stress levels are higher than normal.”

You were stressed? This came as quite the surprise to the super soldier given the night you had just spent together, as far as he was concerned you had been happy – more than happy from the sounds he had remembered hearing from you. A rather smug little smirk began to tug onto his lips as he could hear said noises replaying in his mind but he was soon snapped out of his thoughts when you heard your voice coming from the bathroom.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Tomboy & Skirts

Request:

What about a Reggie x Reader where the reader is like a total tomboy and one day decides to wear a skirt and Reggie pesters her a bit (Cause friends) and the reader ends up convincing him to wear a skirt to school the next day.

 

A/N: My Wi-Fi is being a butt so these imagines will all be uploaded by Monday when I get to my school with free Wi-Fi lol. This was a cute imagine to write so I hope you guys like it. Also I didn’t know if the requestor wanted to be romantic or not so I just made the reader and Reggie very flirty best friends. If you guys like this one I can see a part two happening, but not if you guys don’t request it. If you guys request it maybe their friendship will become something more. Thanks for your guy’s support it really is making my life.

Words: 1194

Summary: Readers mom makes her wear a skirt for her birthday. Reggie pesters her about it and they make a deal.

Spoilers: Flirty friendship

Warnings: Not that I can think of any.

You grew up in Riverdale the notorious small town of pep (far from it though). You grew up next door to Reggie Mantle. Although many saw him as this pretentious douchebag, you knew him for who he was.  Everything he showed to the town was for attention, he lived for attention.

You two became best friends when he saw that you spent most of your time alone, and so did he. Nowadays you did talk to Archie, Betty, Jughead and Kevin but back then they were inseparable and they didn’t like Reggie because he was a showoff. One day he got in a small wrong encounter with Archie and they kicked him out. Reggie was crying, you had never seen him cry so you were there for him and till this day he was your best friend.

These days you two were partners in crime. You tagged along to his infamous pranks that you secretly enjoyed because you were supposed to be his ’moral compass’. Plenty of people told you to let him go, but you never listened, he was your confidant. Both of you had gone through so many things together to just give up on him because of how he acted towards some.

Although in the high school system you were a bit of an underdog as Reggie rose to popularity and became the quarterback to the varsity football team. Although that never stopped your friendship and you couldn’t be prouder for him, you attended all of his games and cheered him on. People knew to leave you alone because you were pretty feisty and Reggie made sure you were protected.

It was just another day as you got ready for bed because you had school the next day when you heard a knock at your door.

“Come in” you confirmed as your mother made her way in with a bag.

“I got you something to wear for my birthday” she spoke with a smile engraved on her face.

“What?” you rose an eyebrow.

“Well I got you this” she added as she took out a black flowy velvet skirt “I knew you didn’t own one so I decided to buy you one” she continued.

“Mom, I don’t wear skirts, but thank you. It really means a lot” you answered the nicest way possible.

“Oh c’mon look I bought you three. One black, one grey, and one navy blue. They all fit your color spectrum. Please?!?! For my birthday!” she pleaded “I made sure they would all fit your tomboy style, your sad colors” she insisted as you chuckled.

“My sad tomboy style” you sassed back.

“You know I just want to see you in a skirt before I die. You’ll probably wear a pantsuit for my funeral for all I know” she chimed in.

“Fine, only because they kind of look cool and will fit my sad tomboy style, and because you’re my mother” you pleased with a small smile.

“Thank you!” she singed as she pulled you into a hug and exited your room.

The next morning you decided on the black velvet skirt which you matched with a band t-shirt and some converse high tops. You twirled around your room for a bit because it was kind of fun.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the kitchen as your mother took a mental photograph.

“Oh my god, you look stunningly beautiful. Happy birthday to me!” she praised as she took out her phone as took a picture.

“Uh really mom?!” you declared.

“What?! It’s not every day I get to see this” she claimed with a smile plastered on her face.

“Okay well I gotta get to school, happy birthday mom” you chimed in as you took your mom in for a hug.

As you arrived at school and made it to your locker as quickly as you could to avoid any stares, you could swear you heard whispering about your look of the day.

“Well damn (Y/N), if I knew the fairy godmother dropped by I would’ve hit you up” one of the football players spoke with a smirk and Reggie interrupted.

“What do you mean (Y/N)?” Reggie questioned as he did a double take at you with a surprised look.

“(Y/N)?” he finally added.

“The one and only” you answered him.

“Well Santa Claus is a bit late on my wish list” he mocked as you nudged his shoulder.

“Nope, just my mom’s birthday wish” you retorted.

“Really? So not for me?” He smirked as he motioned to his teammates to leave you alone.

“Sorry Mantle in your dreams” you replied.

“Can’t wait for bed then” he mocked back.

“Stop Reg!” you insisted with a giggle.

“Okay, okay I surrender” he motioned his hands up in the air as you both walked to your classes.

“So is she having a party this year?” he questioned you.

“She doesn’t want one, but I’m thinking we do a surprise dinner on Saturday” you stated with a smile.

“Why no party?” Reggie implied with a sad smile.

“Amount of candles she claims, but I found this mold that says ‘mom’ and making a candle with it and we just buy a cake and use that one. What do you think Mantle?” you informed Reggie.

“Sounds good, you up for video games tonight then?” he asked.

“Of course, that shouldn’t even be a question” you claimed with a smile.

“Ah you can put the tomboy in a skirt, but she’ll still be a tomboy” he pestered as he pulled you in for small hug and you hit his chest and made your ways to your classes.

At the end of the school day you walked with him to his house to play video games.

“Can we play Mortal Kombat first” you asked tall dark haired boy.

“I’m sorry skirt what did you say?” he mocked back.

“Are you really gonna bug me about the damn skirt all day” you proclaimed.

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity (Y/N) I am going to make the most of my time” he pointed out.

“I’d like to see you in a skirt” you sassed back.

“I’d make that deal” he responded with a devilish smirk.

“What’s the catch Mantle?” you returned the same look.

“You wear skirts for a whole week” he informed you.

“Deal” you spoke too soon about to motion you hand for a handshake as he interrupted you.

“And you stop using Scorpion as your player, and we finally take that road trip during spring break and you call me by my nickname whenever I want you too” he cockily proposed.

“But I finally mastered all his moves to destroy you, wait what?” you recollected what he just asked.

“You heard me, you’ve been putting off the trip because of money or some other excuse. My parents will give the money, they’ll do anything to not have me around for a bit” he confessed.

“You have a deal Mantle the Magnificent” you concluded as he chuckled and he gave you a twirl as you made your way to buy him a skirt on his size for tomorrow.



Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

Part Two - Part Three -

“...On Stage.”

Requested by an anon. I made the best friend, Gray. 

Originally posted by cherryzpark

It was just how you and Sunghwa were. You had been best friends since you were basically babies. Your parents knew each other. The two of you getting super touchy wasn’t really that big of a deal in your eyes, but that’s not how Jay saw it.

You met Jay through your best friend, Gray or Sunghwa. The first time you met Sunghwa you couldn’t even speak, you were only a couple of months old. Your mother and his were best friends all thoughout high school and they got pregnant on purpose around the same time. Sunghwa was born first, then you were born.

The two of you grew up together. It was you and him against the world. There were fights, but never have they truly impacted your friendship. Sunghwa was like a brother and that’s all you wanted. And that’s all he wanted.

You were an uprising singer, rapper and producer. You produced your own beats and wrote your own songs. Sunghwa tried to recruit you to join AOMG, but you respectfully declined his offer. Tablo recruited you to join his label, HIGHGRND. Sunghwa was upset with you for the first couple of months but got used to it. He still likes to bring it up.

Sunghwa had invited you to a party that AOMG was hosting. You weren’t that big of a party goer but you’d go if you had to. So you decided to go for Sunghwa. You dressed in a tight and short sequin dress along with black heels. You made it quickly and headed for the VIP area.

The first person you see the VIP area is of course, Sunghwa. He smiled and made his way over to the entrance of the special area that was filled with rappers and singers. “Glad you could make it, Sis. You look amazing as always.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Sunghwa.” You said jokingly.

“Come on in. I can’t wait for everyone to meet you. Your biggest fanboy is in here.” He admitted.

You rolled your eyes. You knew exactly who he was talking about. Jay was your biggest fan, well he said he was. You and Jay have met on several occasions. He even went to your surprise birthday Gray had planned. You couldn’t help but laugh at him every couple of seconds. 

He had this aura around you that he didn’t have around other girls. You, of course weren’t looking for a relationship and could careless if you were single or not. Your excuse for not being in a relationship was you didn’t have room on your plate for a relationship because you were always working.

And that was true. You loved working. You always put nothing but your best forward. Tablo loved how hard you were willing to work for your dreams and goals which was why he recruited you.

Sunghwa put his hand on your back and softly pushed you into the VIP area. All eyes were on you. You loved attention, you gave a slight smirk.

“Guys! This is my best friend of all time, Y/N.”

You waved and smiled. All of them greeted you a couple at a time so now you were acquainted with the ones you didn’t know. There was about a handful of people in here that you actually knew. And the others were all unknown to you.

You sat in between Sunghwa and Jay, per both of their requests. You made a lot of new friends. Jay couldn’t help find himself staring at you about every few seconds. He had to make sure you were okay. Sunghwa stood up and put his hands on Jay’s shoulder.

“I’m going to go to bar for some shots. Watch and protect, Y/N. Nothing matters but Y/N.” Sungha stated.

“Oh my gosh. I can watch myself. I’m a grown woman. I’m fine, Sunghwa.”

“Whatever you say. Watch her, Jay.”

Sunghwa stumped out of the VIP area to the bar. You looked around the VIP area, and there was only two other people besides you and Jay. It got quiet, the only thing you could hear was the loud blasting music.

“You want another drink?” He asked.

“No, I’m okay. I should slow down because I have to drive myself home.”

“I could drive you back home if you want!” He said quickly without a second to waste.

“Thank you for the offer, Jay. But I’m fine. I can drive myself home.”

The two of you got into deep conversation about anything that had come to mind. At one point the two of you were talking about society. It wasn’t till a rather sensual came on. You really wanted to dance before the night was over.

“Jay, you wanna dance?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand and lead you to the dance floor. You began to move your hips to the beat. You didn’t know what you were doing, but you were having so much fun. You had this huge smile printed on your face. Before you could do anything else, he grabbed you and brought your body closer to him.

Your nose and his nose were touching. You could feel his breath on your face. “Can I?” He asked. You were too caught in the moment to not even want him. All you could do was nod. He put his lips on yours in a sweet and gentle kiss, that eventually turned passionate and almost lustful. You pulled away before anything else could happen. You stared at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Shut up and do it again.”

You and Jay have been dating for just over two years. Your relationship was “accidentally” announced after Sunghwa did a Instagram Live and went into Jay’s office to reveal the two of you all cuddled up on each other. It went viral and shocked everyone.

The news had died down a little, but it was still flying around. Every interview you had, they’d tease you about it. Every variety show you had, they’d bring it up into everything you’d do. Even at your concerts there would be fans who would bring up Jay. They even went as far as bringing posters and shirts with your ship name on it.

There was an event in Gangnam you were performing at. Not just you, but there was a whole list of rappers. You were one of the three female rappers. The other two were Cheetah and Kisum. You had a collaboration stage with Sunghwa which you were happy about. The two of you loved to collab, you had many collaborations.

You had your solo stage first. You came out with a bang and ended with one. You hyped the crowd up, which was why you were one of the first acts. They knew every song and every word. Your time was up.

“My time is up-!”

The crowd broke out to boos and loud cries of “DON’T GO UNNIE!”

“I’ll be back, I promise guys! The last act, I’ll be back out for my collaboration stage with Gray.”

You waved as you exited the stage and made it backstage. You went into your dressing room and changed into your second outfit that your stylist had picked out for you. A white open bust cropped hoodie, with a white stussy crop top under it, white joggers, and converses.

Sunghwa was in all white as well. There was a knock at your dressing room door. You walked over and opened it. In front of your face was Jay.

“Baby, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be preparing for you stage, which is next?” You asked him.

“I wanted to see my girl before I did. Can I not do that?”

“That’s not what I meant. I’m happy to see you and everything.” You said before pecking his lips.

“So the theme of your stage with Gray is a white?” He questioned putting his hands on your hips before continuing. “I’m jealous, why couldn’t we do a collab stage, where we dressed in all white?”

“Baby, not this again. We can talk about this after tonight. You need to get out there. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He pulled you in for a sweet kiss. He pulled away and pecked your forehead before heading off to the stage.

It was time for your collab stage with Sunghwa. You made your way to the stage with him, everyone was screaming and cheering for both of you. The two of you were just having fun on stage, like good old friends. That was until the last song, which was sensual song. It wasn’t Jay’s favorite song.

He was watching from backstage with the guys and Cheetah and Kisum. The whole mood changed. There was a change of lights. They went from bright white lights to pink lights. It was a bit dark. There was a bit of a choreography to this song unlike the others.

You were dance the whole time, while Sunghwa was around you rapping. The crowd was screaming in excitement. You knew how to give a show. Then it was time for the bridge. You strutted over to Sunghwa and turned your back to him. You put your hand around his neck and grinded against him. Which causes gasps and screams from the crowd and backstage.

You had never acted like that with Sunghwa, not in the public eye, not even around a couple of friends. Sunghwa wrapped his hands around your waist and held you against him. You giggled a bit. You began to sway your hips, still rubbing against him. His hands slowly made their way up. Touching your stomach, sliding up to your bust.

Just as he was there, he went back down to your waist, just to tease the crowd a bit. You wanted to play along. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up just enough to for the crowd to see his abs. There were screams everywhere in the crowd, both female and male.

You felt on his stomach a bit before releasing his shirt. The song came to an end, as did the stage. You thanked everyone for coming and made your way backstage. You high fived Sunghwa. You walked to your dressing room to change into your regular clothes. When you opened the door, you were met by an angry and jealous Jay.

“Hey baby. You look angry, did something happen?”

“Did something happen? Are you kidding me? Of course something happened!”

You walked in and closed the door behind you.

“Be quiet, people are going to think we are fighting.” You said quietly.

“How can I be quiet when I had to watch you grind on Gray for what felt like forever? Especially in front of my friends! Do you know how I feel right now? You’ve never grinded with me on stage.” He admitted.

“I shouldn’t have to grind with you on stage, we do that home! I can’t even be on stage with you because you’re surrounding by your female dancers in little to no clothing-!”

“My performances have nothing to do with this! I’ve never grinded on any of those girls. And this is different! Sunghwa and I are close.”

There was no use in arguing with him.

“You’re jealous of Sunghwa, huh?” You broke in.

He was flustered at your sudden question.

“M-Me? Jealous of Sunghwa? Yeah right.”

“Baby, it’s not a bad thing to be jealous. I’m a little jealous of your female dancers, but I’m never upset with over it. Admit you were jealous because I know you were.”

“FINE! I got a little jealous over the way you and Sunghwa were acting with each other.”

You sighed. “Why are you jealous of Sunghwa? You have me in a way he’ll never have me. You’ve seen all of me, inside and out, he hasn’t. Hell, you’ve seen me naked, Sunghwa has only seen my bra and that was on accident. Even if I did leave you for Sunghwa, he could never love me like you do. He could never make love to me like you do. Park Jaebeom, I love you and only you.”

You pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He pulled away and put his hands on your hips.

“Never again! Never ever again! You will never be grinding against any other man that is not me, understood?”

“Yes, baby.”

He kissed your forehead. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jay.”

I Know A Guy - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: Marvel

It was the end of Spanish class and Peter was making his way to his locker when he heard a familiar voice call to him from behind.

“Peter hey! Wait up” he turned to see you, one of the prettiest girls in school, not to mention Of of the smartest waving at him. To be honest Peter was surprised you even knew his name. He even looked around to see if there were any other Peter’s around just to make sure you were talking to him.

“M…me?” He stammered once you approached. You let out a sweet laugh at his flustered reaction.

“Yeah you doofess” you said playfully hitting him in the arm. If he could without looking like an idiot Peter would have punched himself in the face. What a stupid response.

Peter’s liked you for a long time. Like he’s already said you’re pretty, smart, but also down to earth and really nice. You sat beside him in math and history and always said hi to him but because of his own awkwardness the conversation would never go past a greeting. Jesus Christ he’s never even heard you say his name because no matter how much you tried he never tried to talk back to you, just because he was too scared of looking like an idiot. Things were going to be different now though, becoming Spiderman has given him a new sense of confidence. He wasn’t going to run and hide anymore. He was going to have an actual conversation with you like a normal guy.

“So anyway Peter” you continued “heard a rumour that you’re friends with Spiderman. Is it true?“.

He takes back what he just said, now was a good time to run and hide. Peter instantly felt himself start to start to sweat at your question. This was all Ned’s fault. If he hadn’t blurted that out in front of the entire gym this wouldn’t even be happening. Yet again, if he hadn’t he probably wouldn’t be talking to you outside of class either.

Peter stumbled upon his words for a second or two but after taking a deep breath he managed to give you a clear and proper answer. <br>
“A…ah yeah I do. It’s no big deal” he said shooting you a nervous grin “he’s a nice guy”.

“Really? That’s so cool-”.

“Don’t listen to Parker” Flash Thompson said appearing out of no where and wrapping his arm around you’re neck. You and Peter both cringed. Flash was the opposite of you yet he acted like you two were dating. It made Peter’s blood boil. <br> “Come on, this is the guy who I heard was going to build the Death Star out of legos after school one day-”.

“Death Star? You like Star Wars?”.

Once again you found a way to surprise Peter. Smart, pretty, nice, down to earth, and a nerd. You were becoming even more appealing by the second. <br>
“Oh yeah” Peter chuckled “me and Ned are building it”.

“Cool”.

“That’s not the point” Flash interrupted once again “Parker’s a nobody. Why would a guy like Spiderman give him the time of day? He’s obviously lying”.

“Oh please” you replied with a roll of the eyes “I mean Peter’s probably the nicest guy that goes to this school. He’s probably never lied a day in his life. I believe him” you finished shooting Peter a sweet grin that could have made anyone’s heart start to beat out of their chests. His cheeks went pink at your words. He couldn’t help but feel guilty because that wasn’t true. The past few months of his life have only been a lie.

“Whatever so [Y/N] want to get something to eat after school?” Flash asked with a smirk.

“Er ah Flash I would ah love too… but I have to do something after school, sorry?”.
Peter couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug as he watched Flash walk away looking defeated, he immediately felt bad for it though. Once Flash was gone you turned to Peter. “If you couldn’t already tell I’m not actually doing anything after school. Maybe you can ask your friend Spiderman if he’d like to stop by my place?”.

“Ah [Y/N] I don’t think I can…”.

“Jeez Peter I was joking” you laughed “no dear god don’t ask Spiderman to show up at my house. I don’t want to look like a crazy fangirl. But… you know I’d actually really like it if you stopped by tonight. We could hang out? Talk about that Death Star of yours?”.

He felt as if he couldn’t breath. You of all people were inviting him over to hang out? This was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him. Well besides being bit by that radioactive spider…

“Y…yeah that would be awesome!… I mean s…sure why not?” He said desperately trying to act as casual as possible.

“Fantastic, you know where I live right?”.

“Yeah of course I do… Crap that sounded really creepy what I meant was that I’ve been there a couple times for parties and stuff. I’ll be there around six if that’s okay?”.

“Sounds great” you said giving him one last smile “I’ll see you then” with that you turned away. Peter didn’t take his eyes off you until you completely disappeared down the hall.


 Peter arrived at your house thirty minutes late. He got held up stopping a bunch of bank robbers and showed up at your house still in his suit, which he had to change out of behind a bush in your backyard.

Once he successfully stuffed his costume into his backpack, he raced to your front door and rang the door bell. A few minutes later you were in the doorway grinning back at him.

“Hey look it’s Peter I suck at being on time Parker” you teased not looking actually upset. In fact maybe Peter was imagining it but you looked almost relieved to see him, as if you were scared he wouldn’t show up. As if he’d ever do that. He’d have to be crazy to stand you up.

“I’m so sorry I had to help my aunt”.

“Don’t worry about it just come inside” you said ushering him inside. Peter gave your parents a quick greeting then you lead him upstairs to your bedroom. Your house was really nice, definitely better then his apartment in Queens. Peter couldn’t help but look at the family photos hanging on the walls. After all these years your smile managed to stay just as pearly white. There were a lot of photos of you and your friends from school too. You really seemed to have it made.

“I’m happy you came over Peter” you said once you both entered your bedroom and you shut the door behind you “you’re in a bunch of my classes and I’ve always wanted to hang out, you seemed really nice. I’m happy we’re finally doing it now”.

“Me too” he replied sitting down on your bed. Soon the smile on his face faded into a frown. He wasn’t being honest with himself. No way someone like you who had a nice house, such good looks, and so many friends would want to be around someone like him.
“Look I know you’re only talking to me because I know Spiderman or whatever” he finally muttered making your smile vanish as well.

“Are you joking?! Peter the Spiderman thing was just an excuse so I could start a conversation with you. I mean all we’ve ever said to each other before was hello. I really like you for you. You’re smart, funny, sweet. Honestly I would have tried to talk to you before but I didn’t think you liked me. You know because whenever I try to talk to you you hardly respond”.

Peter went red.
“Oh that. That was really only because I was nervous about talking to you”.

“It seems like we’ve both have been wasting a lot of time huh?”.

“Yeah”.

“Well I don’t want to waste anymore time then” you said popping down on the bed beside him “tell me about Peter Parker and for gods sake don’t bring up Spider-Man. I just want to know about you”.
Ironically if Peter was to tell you truthfully everything about himself he’d have to bring up Spider-Man but just as you requested he skipped through that part.

You two talked for what felt like hours. He told you about his Aunt and you made him promise to introduce you to her. He learned a lot about you too. You both laughed a ton, turns out you were really funny. Another thing to add to the list of things that made you amazing.

Eventually your dad knocked on the door and announced that it was time for him to go so reluctantly you walked him downstairs to the front door.

“This was fun. Really Peter I can’t remember the last time I met someone so easy to talk to. Thanks for stopping by”.

“Trust me it was my pleasure. Thank you for putting up with me for this long” he chuckled making you laugh once again. Did he mention that your laugh was cute because it was. If he could have it as if ringtone without it being creepy he would. “See you tomorrow Pete” you said and too his great shock you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Even after you closed the door he was left standing on your porch blushing like a maniac. He said before that being bit by a radioactive spider was the best day of his life. That was lie. Today was by far the best day of his life.

company; peter parker

paring: peter parker x stark!reader
word count: 1,426
summary: reader is tony stark’s daughter, she’s very lonely. one day she decides gonna try to become friends with ned and peter. tho her and peter become more than friends
warning: bit corny in my opinion, but hey some people like romance ;)
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Knock You Down

Originally posted by 13whyreasons


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader 

 Request: “49 - Zach Dempsey" 

 Prompt

 49. "I just wanted you for my lusts." 

Word count: 1.260

Posted: 02nd of June 2017 

A/N: OMG! I finally posted something after several days. I am so busy in these days, mostly now that I am having my training period. I am so happy to finally post an imagine, because I missed writing so much. I hope to find more time to write more and I will try my best to get through my prompt requests. 

 Anyways, thank you for your support and I love to talk with some of you. If you want to talk to me, don’t hesitate to do so. I am happy to have new friends. Thank you so much and I love you all, really. Hope you enjoy this imagine. Thank you. 

 P.S.: I still don’t accept part two requests for my prompt imagines as I am still drowning in requests. Sorry. 

- G. x

Link: Prompt List 

Warning: a lot of swearing 


"Zach, what is your problem?” You ran as fast as you could as you tried to cope with your boyfriend’s long steps, also avoiding people along your way. He was so tall that his steps were the double of yours and you practically needed to walk-run to be able to walk with him. “Zach, talk to me!” You sighed as you felt the shortness of your breath. “Zachary Dempsey!” You belted out, using your voice as loud as you could and it caused for an echo to be heard along the hallway. 

“Fuck off, (Y/N)! I don’t need you.” Zach suddenly stopped as he faced you. He had his eyebrows furrowed, but you also saw some hints of sadness and pity in his eyes. He was hurting you with his words and he perfectly knew that you couldn’t handle your fights and discussions, mostly when you are in a public place. 

“What the hell is happening to you?” You bravely asked him, holding your tears back. You wanted to show him that you were fearless, that you weren’t scared of him, of his damn heartbreaking words. “Tell me!" 

"I hate you!” Zach fearlessly stated, making people look at the two of you. If your were brave, he was braver and you knew that it wasn’t the Zach that you met and had a relationship with. “I don’t love you anymore, (Y/N).” You suddenly felt your tears falling as they wet your red burning cheeks, some needles continuously and pitilessly poking your heart. 

“No, you don’t hate me.” You slowly shook your head. You were dumbfounded for the things that Zach has been saying and you suddenly felt a tight knot in your stomach and a heavy weight in your chest. 

Your relationship with Zach was going in a perfect way, but, suddenly, the straw broke the camel’s back and you didn’t know what happened to it. 

You honestly couldn’t believe his words. He has always made you feel loved and wanted and he was acting otherwise. Zach was a sweet guy and he would hurt anybody just to protect you, but he was the one who was hurting you this time. 

“I do!” He said and you noticed that his voice cracked a little bit. You couldn’t understand why he was doing such thing. “I really do." 

"What have I done, Zach?” You asked him in a languish tone, obviously hurting for the happening in that moment. “Why do you hate me that much?" 

"You,” He started as he fiddled with his backpack’s strap. “you are too perfect for me and I hate you for that.” His voice was fierce, showing the bravery that he had inside him, but you knew Zach. He was never that prideful, he would never go against you, he would never use that tone with you. 

“What the hell?” You furrowed your eyebrows as he complimented you but hated you at the same time. The chaos in your head caused you a severe migraine: headache and nausea fighting inside of your body. “Zach, are you out of your mind?" 

"No, (Y/N). I didn’t want you.” He spat out as if he was being tortured by someone. He was faking everything, because you knew that Zach would never do that. He was blurring things out, things that he didn’t even thought of, but he was obliged to say them. 

“You did and you still do, Zach!” Tears uncontrollably fell down from your eyes. You were lucky to have Zach and you couldn’t accept the fact that he was destroying you at that moment. “In these months, you made me feel worthy, happy and important." 

"Illusions!” He shouted and you noticed that there was a big crowd watching the whole scene. You felt a little bit stressed out, because it was a private thing but everybody was observing you: gossiping and judging your relationship with Zach. 

“Illusions?” You shook your head and wiped off your tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand. Your make up was smudged all around your face, but you couldn’t care enough, it was your last thought during that time. Your pride took your senses and you shouted as you were already full of Zach’s shit. 

“Yes, illusions.” He looked straight into your eyes, emotionlessly as he threw you his shit in your teeth. 

“What the hell?” You couldn’t understand him and you heard nothing but the rumours that travel from the people around you. You were surrounded by the people and they found your show amazing and entertaining. 

“Get over it, (Y/N).” He meant your relationship, for sure. “I just wanted you for my lusts.” His gaze suddenly fell on the floor and he couldn’t consider you straightly in your eyes. You heard people cheering and shouting, but Zach heard your heart falling into pieces. After all, you’ve been together for months, three months to be exact, and he knew when you have your resentments or problems.

“No, you didn’t. We’ve always made love, Zach, and you have always said me that you loved me. They weren’t just some ordinary sex sessions, weren’t they?” You forcefully said as your voice was slowly fading. You were having a hard time to deal with the emotions that you were feeling and you were almost caving in. 

“We had sex, (Y/N),” He neared his face towards you and he whispered in your ear. “sex.”

“Fuck you, Zach.” You pushed him away and he really crossed your line. Your tears streamed down your face as you sobbed uninterruptedly. “Fuck you.” You tightened your fist as you felt useless and you were angry at yourself for letting yourself in, for being a victim of the heartless and asshole jocks of your high school.

“Bye.” Zach greeted you as you saw some tears falling from his brown almond-shaped eyes. He turned his back and he started to walk away from you, pushing the people out of his way.

“Fuck you, Dempsey!” You shouted as loud as you could and you saw that he stopped in the middle of the hallway to talk to Bryce. The people’s presence around you faded and you didn’t mind them as the world stopped between you, Zach and Bryce.

“You finally did it, Dempsey!” Bryce shouted cheerfully, teasing you as he searched for your face in the crowd. “Take the money.” He handed Zach some paper bills and you realized what Zach has done and what he didn’t want to do. 

“Fuck off, Bryce.” You heard Zach sobbing and he pushed Bryce’s hand away, rejecting the money that he was offering. Obviously, still feeling bad for what he has done. 

You watched them from afar, crowd disappearing slowly, and that was when you realized that you were just a bet. A bet that Zach shouldn’t have done, but he did and he just hurt you and your feelings. He let you feel that you were the luckiest girl in the world, but then he wrecked you all at once. He destroyed and knocked you down. You were blinded by the love that you had for him and you didn’t notice that he conquered you to step on your ego and knock you down.

You noticed that he was hurting you against his will, but the bond with his friends was more important than the relationship he had with you. Who would’ve noticed you, after all? No one, except when they needed to put some bet on you. It sucked, didn’t it? Of course, it did.

La Vie en Rose

Request: For the Drabble list thing , can you do 5&3 <3333

3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

Word Count: 1819

A/N: Reader is 17 here~Starts off 16, but is 17 cause woo time skips. But wow I just realized I slightly changed things a bit. So basically. May doesn’t know Peter is Spiderman. But it also doesn’t take place during the movie. But Peter is 16. So, after the movie, but May doesn’t know. YIKES! (Im really only explaining this like this because I’m splitting this into different parts. The next part will go more into the title).

Summary: the reader grew up with Peter and when the reader’s mom dies, May takes her in.

Warnings: None.

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You and Peter grew up together. Kind of. Peter’s aunt May was your mom’s best friend. When Peter’s parents died when he was young he went to live with his Aunt, and May would often invite you and you mom over so Peter would have a friend to play with.

The only thing is, you and your mom moved away when you were 10 and you only saw Peter and May about once a year.

So, when your mom died, you found out she had put May as next of kin, and you were shipped off to Queens to live with Peter and May.

It was odd moving back to the city you had called home for so long. After living in a small town in Maine for six years, it was odd being back in a big city.

Of course it was a difficult transition when your mom died, trying to get used to May and Peter again. May treated you like you were her own daughter, and Peter was so nice to you.

You had had a crush on Peter for as long as you can remember. Probably eight or nine years. It was always something small where it would always sit in the back of your mind, but wouldn’t really hit you unless you and your mom went to visit.

By the time you were 15, you and Peter had exchanged phone numbers when you stayed with them for a week with your mom. You had kept in touch after that. You would text at least once a week, mostly telling each other about your days.

Moving to Queens really wasn’t easy. May tried her best to help you, but Peter was really the one who go through to you.

One night, shortly after you had moved in he had heard you crying in your room. He had let himself in and sat down on your bed with you.

He began to tell you about his adjustment to Queens when he was really little and how hard it was for him to make friends, to get used to staring a new school at such a young age, and get used to May and the city.

“I remember that on my second day here in Queens, May told me that someone was coming to see me, and that they were my age. And a few hours later, you walked through that front door. As soon as you saw me you ran over and shoved two toy cars in my face asking if I wanted to play. I was six, Y/N, but I knew that I had made a friend and I would be okay,”

After he had told you this, he pulled you into a hug and held you for a while. But before you knew it, your lips were on his and you were pulling his shirt off. The next morning when you woke up naked next to Peter, you both agreed that it would be best if nothing like that were to happen again. It would be too complicated given your situation.

After that night you and Peter remained close. One could argue that you were even better friends than you were when you were little. And your crush had grown. Living with him only helped it grow into something more than a crush. You couldn’t help but admire Peter.

May was amazing support to you and helped you adjust to living in an apartment in Queens.

When the new Semester at school began you joined Peter at Midtown High School. When Peter introduced you to Ned, you clicked instantly.

Your Friday nights soon turned into a time when you, Peter, and Ned would hang out. The three of your would study or watch movies or go out and wander the city.

One night, almost a year after you had moved in with May and Peter, you were helping May with dinner.

“I have to say, Y/N, since you’ve moved in, we’ve had go out for take out a lot less,”

You laughed, “well, in your defence, you just never set the timer on the oven and leave the food in for too long,”

“Well, that’s very nice of you to say, but why don’t you go get Peter from his room while I change and then we can eat,” May said, heading towards her bedroom.

You walked over to Peter’s bedroom door and knocked twice.

“Peter?” You asked

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the front door, it swung open and Peter fell through.

“Peter? Oh my god, are you alright?” You said

You rushed over to where Peter had fallen on the floor.

Peter quickly hopped up, held a hand over his face and tried to make a run to his room.

You stood in front of him, not letting him pass you.

“Peter Parker, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,”

“Then take your hand off your face,”

Peter slowly removed his hand from his face, revealing a giant bruise below his left eye.

“Oh my god,” you said

“Please don’t tell May,”

“I’m not going to have to tell her, I think she’ll notice,”

“Can you please just help me cover it up,” Peter begged.

You hesitated for a moment, May had welcomed you into her home and took you in as her own, you didn’t like lying to her.

“Fine,” you agreed.

You allowed Peter to pass you and head into his room. You went into your room and picked up you makeup bag and headed back into the hallway where you ran into May.

“Y/N, did you get Peter?”

“Uh, yes… he’s just - uh he’ll be out in a second. He just needs my help with something,” you said and quickly moved past May and entered Peter’s room.

Peter was sitting on his bed when you walked in.

“So, I have to use makeup to cover that up,”

You pulled Peter’s desk chair close to his bed so you could sit and fix up his face.

“So are you going to tell me what happened?” You asked, rummaging though your makeup bag for your concealer.

Peter remained silent.

“Peter i’m not going to help you unless you explain this to me,”

Peter sighed “Look, I got into a fight,”

“You’re lying,” you said, applying the concealer to Peter’s face.

“Yeah, okay well then if i’m lying you’re an idiot,” Peter said, (knowing that you are extremely smart and not at all an idiot).

“In that case, I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid. Tell me the truth Peter,”

As Peter went to open his mouth Peter’s bedroom door opened and May walked in.

“Guys it’s dinner,” May paused and looked at what was happening, “Y/N, are you putting makeup on Peter?”

You and Peter exchanged a look.

“No?” You said

May eyed you both suspiciously.

“What’s for dinner?” Peter said, standing up and walking out to the table.

“Y/N and I made a lasagna,” May answered as the two of you followed Peter to the table.

“It was my grandma’s recipe,” you said, taking a seat.

You stared Peter down the entire meal, hoping he would get the message that you weren’t finished with the conversation from earlier.

“Y/N, you haven’t touched your food. What’s going on?” May said

“Nothing, May. Sorry. It’s just been a long day at school and I could really use Peter’s help with my calculus homework,” you lied

“Well, why don’t you eat something and then you two can go study,” May suggested.

After dinner, Peter helped May clean up while you waited in your bedroom for Peter.

Eventually he walked in and closed the door behind him.

“I need answers, Peter. You can’t just walk in here all bruised and ask me to help you hide it from may without an explanation,”

“I wasn’t lying before. I really did get into a fight. Someone tried to steal my backpack and they punched me, and they stole my backpack,”

You were hesitant to believe him.

“You’re really not lying to me?”

“C’mon Y/N, I would never lie to you. You know that,“ Peter said.

“Actually, I clearly remember this one time when we were eight that you lied straight to my face,”

“No, Y/N, please don’t bring up the barbie incident again,”

“Peter, you cut off my barbie’s hair. I will never get over that,”

“How many times do I have to apologize for that? It’s been eight years,”

You shrugged, knowing every time you brought this up you got Peter all worked up.

“Peter let me ask you something,”

“Shoot?”

“Who is she?” You asked.

“What?” Peter said, confused.

“Ive deduced that you must have a girlfriend. You sneak out almost every night, you claim to be at your Stark internship every day after school, but I don’t buy it,”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,”

“Again, I still don’t buy it,”

"Well, what about you, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?” Peter questioned.

“Oh yeah, great job turning the tables on me there, Peter. But you know there hasn’t been anyone since Gwen,”

“Shame, you guys were cute together,” Peter said.

You and Peter stayed silent for a while before Peter spoke up again.

“Y/N, remember not long after you moved in with me and May and how I told you about the first time we met and what I remembered,”

You nodded, remembering what else had happened that night.

“I know we agreed that nothing should happen after that night, but I just always thought something would,” Peter admitted.

He sat and stared at you, waiting for you to say something.

“You know what, I think i’m gonna go. All this sneaking out has left me extremely tired,” Peter said.

Peter placed a light kiss to your forehead and got up to leave.

“Are you sure you don’t have a girlfriend?” You said, stopping him at your door.

“I’m actually kind of waiting to see if anything will happen with this one girl,”

Peter gave you a small smile, said goodnight, and closed the door behind him.

A Better Man

Anonymous said:85. “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” with Jamilton in the Uncharted AU?

Anonymous said:Number two Jamilton??? POSSIBLY TREASURE HUNTERS/UNCHARTED AU? 

tori-toni said:Do you mind writing #2 from the prompt list with Jamilton please? You’re the best💙 

Anonymous said:2 jamilton pls 

porksoda01 said:can i request a fanfic?? i would really really love Uncharted AU Jamilton Either number 2 or 91 Also i really love your art and your fanfictions, bury me with them

#85  I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” #2  “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

1,160 words for the Uncharted au 


The rush of relief Hamilton feels when he finally knocks on the crooked door of this third rate hotel room almost brings him to his knees. He’d had to give the remainder of the water logged bills in his pocket to a rug merchant in the plaza to get the name of the place, had had to bribe the clerk with his watch for the room number but in the end it was worth it. Despite his fatigue, his stomach rolls in anticipation. Even after everything that’s happened it still does, it always will. But that’s not what’s important right now.

He knows he has no right barge in like this, but the situation is urgent and he has nowhere else to turn, no one else he could trust with this. If he thought there was someone else he wouldn’t be here asking this much. He knows he has no right to be asking for favors, especially not one this big, not after what he’d done to him, to the two of them. But those psycho power hungry British D bags have the only person Alexander has ever considered as a father figure in their clutches, and once they get what they need from him they won’t hesitate to kill him, he’s sure of that. They’re ruthless and determined as hell to cover their tracks, which is why Alexander needs this favor. He only hopes that can put their messy history aside for the sake of their mutual friend

The door swings open and Hamilton practically collapses inside, feeling his way along the wall over to the couch overburdened with hand woven blankets. He drops boneless onto it, clutching at the shooting pain just below his right rib. His whole body aches. He’s see a lot of shit in his life but that ordeal may take the cake. His arms have never felt so heavy, he’s never been this thirsty in his entire life. Hamilton leans back against the sofa with a groan.

“Alex? Oh my god, what happened?”

His body screams at him to stay prone and let sleep overtake him, he hasn’t slept in nearly thirty six hours? Maybe longer. He’s on the verge of passing out but that’s simply not an option. Despite the shooting pain in his- everywhere- Alexander lifts his head and prys open his eyes.

Thomas is still as amazing as always. Strong and witty and surprisingly cunning. Hamilton never deserved him. If he’d cared about him at all he would have left him be, would have tried to shield him from this ongoing shitstorm that is his life. He deserves to be safe, to have that white picket fence life he would have had if he and Alexander had never met. And Alexander had tried, god had he tried to live up to Thomas’ expectations of him, but the unknown and the thrill and freedom of this work had been like a siren call to him. They were both unhappy, Alexander had felt trapped though it was never Thomas’ fault. He often fears that’s how Jefferson had interpreted his restlessness. If he could do it over again Hamilton knows he would do better, because this treasure hunting may be his life, but Thomas is the only thing that’s ever made it worth living, a bigger reason to make it out alive then simply spite or egotistical ambition. If he could do it over again he’d be better, but Alexander knows he doesn’t deserve that chance, he’s got no right to drag Thomas down again.

So, instead of saying any of this, instead of offering up any number of  apologies or affectionate greetings, Hamilton stammers out. “I need a favor.”

Jefferson  is at his side in an instant, sitting right there beside him on the couch looking mortified. “Hey hey hey, it’s okay. They can’t hurt you now, alright. Okay whatever this is we’re going to get through this. Alex what the hell happened to you?”

“Pirates” he gasps, stabbing pain shooting up his chest as he tries to readjust himself.

“Are you bleeding? Alex-” Thomas tries to pull his hand away but Hamilton waves him off.

“It's’ fine. Thomas listen, they have Wash, King and Hail, they got him, they’re going into the disaster and I need to go after them.” He desperately needs some water too but that can wait for now.

“No no no Alex no” Thomas chides him, trying so hard to keep it together, but Alexander can hear the trembling of his voice.  He pushes the limp, blood caked, salt crusted hair from his face, rub his thumb gently over Alexander’s cheek. “You need to rest alright? You need to rest-”

“- I don’t need to rest Thomas-”

“-You need to rest and let me clean you up and- and call a doctor.” Thomas finishes firmly.

“I don’t have time okay.” he pushes Jefferson’s hand always despite how much it hurts him to do so. “I just need to find them before they disappear again. I just need information, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You think I’m just going to let you go back out there like this? All by yourself?” Jefferson eyes are hard and indigent now. “Alex, they have a whole army, and you could barely make it to the couch. It’s a suicide mission.”

If he had more energy, maybe Hamilton would have put up a better fight. Instead he just mumbles. “It’s Wash, Thomas- I can’t just, abandon him.”

“And who’s going to save him when you get yourself killed?” Jefferson snaps. “Honestly Alexander, you’re so stubborn. Would you just shut up and listen to me for once?! Instead of running right back out there to get yourself killed because you’re too proud to admit that you’re human, or that you need help, you idiot!”

“I almost died you know.” Hamilton relies, which probably doesn’t help his case or ease Thomas’ nerves at all “A little sympathy would be nice.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” Jefferson says, and while the statement itself is harsh, Alexander sees the way the other man softens around his edges, his voice low and disappointed above all else.

Hamilton sighs, and he remembers how painfully breathing is at the moment. “Thomas, please can you just-” he runs a hand wearily over his face. “Please, just call James, or Laf, see if anyone has any information about where they might have taken him. Please.”

Thomas looks like he wants to say more but at the same times knows that it would be worthless to try and convince him any further. “Okay” he whispers, standing from the couch. Instantly Alexander misses his presence.

He disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes while Hamilton fights very hard against his bruised and battered brain to stay conscious. Jefferson returns with a glass of water and that same troubled, disappointed expression. Alexander shuts his eyes tight to hide himself from its gravity. He so tired of disappointing Thomas, after this he swears he’s going to do better.

“Here-” Jefferson presses the glass into his hand as he settles down beside him on the couch once more. Hamilton takes it and gulps it down greedily. “Laf says they’re caravan is already two days into the desert.” his heart plummets “But there’s a plane scheduled to drop off supplies, it leaves from the airport one town over.”

Alexander quickly finishes the water, resisted the urge to lick the remaining drops from the side of the cup, and sets it down on the end table. “Alright then let’s go.” he makes to stand, but Thomas wraps a hand around his forearm and pulls him back down.

“The plane doesn’t leave until tomorrow morning” he tells him, and again fingers thread affectionately through his hair. Alexander preens under the touch even though he knows he doesn’t deserve to. “It doesn’t leave until morning Alex, please just- rest. Just a few minutes okay?”

Be better, Hamilton tells himself as Jefferson’s imploring gaze engulfs him. Stop hurting him, be worthy of that look. God he wants to be, be a better man for Thomas’ sake.

He gives a vague little nod, allowing Jefferson to guide him down gently until his head is resting on his lap. The fingers stroking his hair are kind and familiar, a mercy Thomas isn’t obligated to show him but Alexander will take it. He’s been so starved for him since they’ve been apart. He glances up at him and all his goodness and unfathomable patience, then looks down at his left hand. The homely gold band still shines dully on his third finger and Alexander hopes that that means as much to Thomas as it does to him.  Slowly, Hamilton reaches over and takes Jefferson hand in his own, rolling the band gently between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m sorry” he mutters.

Sorry for putting Thomas out like this. Sorry for getting him involved, once again, in his mess of a life. He’s sorry that he’s not the man Thomas expected, or the one he deserves.

“I know.” Thomas says softly in return.

With Jefferson’s hand in his Hamilton promises to himself to do better, to really, truly try. This grand adventure will be his last one, no matter what. He’s choosing Thomas this time, for better or worse.

Fic Prompt/Request - Sakura Meets the Uchihas

aki–no–hana said:

Hi there! For fic requests thing - could you do an au/dimension travel where Sasuke’s parents meet Sakura as his wife? I’d love to see their reactions and thoughts. Thank you!

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anonymous asked:

May I request an ambw mafia boss au with jhope where you run away and stay at your guy friends apartment only for him to find you? Smut with spanking, anal play and slight choking? Also thank you so much for writing for us! Your writing always cheers me up, and it's great to find scenarios for WOC. I really appreciate you and everything you do for us! <3

|This story is literally having me feel some type of way because ugh fuck hope, my bias list is shaking and I must be faithful to Yoongi!!|

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Cheater. Your mind yelled out so loud that you thought it was coming from the room, hands gripping at your things shoving them into your bag one by one. Pacing around the room to place small amounts of clothes in your bag as you prepared to leave. How could he? How could he just throw away the last four years of your life like it was nothing? Utter bullshit that’s what it was. Angry tears dripped down your cheeks, your nose becoming flared with the anger that took a toll on your body. Moving to throw the bag in the closet under dirty clothes you moved to get ready for bed for the night sighing as you heard the door open. It slammed lightly and you could hear him, setting down his keys and taking off his shoes. The very breath he was taking you let your senses make note of it.

The fucking dog, cheating on you with that woman. It was a shock to you, but you had to know it was coming, right? You were the lover of a man so powerful and dangerous just looking at him and someone thinking it was anything less than friendly and you were dead. Jung Hoseok, he owned a lot of business in Seoul, drug houses underground, clubs and hospitals. He had an empire passed down through the family landing on him while his father retired and went into hiding from the police still wanted for over fifteen counts of murder. The police tried to take Hoseok down but they had no evidence to pin him like always. And it also helped Hoseok that he had lawyers and judges who worked under his belt, anything to keep a few dollars in their pockets. The life for him was lavish. He was a typical spoiled kid with good looks who got whatever he wanted when he wanted. He was praised by everyone. That was the reason he fell for you, hard. You hated Hoseok through school. His smug face and cocky attitude. Many times, you told him off in front of people who didn’t care for you but as far as you were concerned the feelings were mutual. Many days you were caught up in people trying to jump you or take you on and though you didn’t win every single fight you were still good and handling your own battles. Hoseok never knew at first that you were getting into fights behind him. But once he found out he made sure that if anyone messed with you they paid for it. He enjoyed the banters between the both of you, and you were something different. Not the typical girl who thought she was privileged because she was foreign. You were a goddess to him and he wanted to explore everything into your world and culture. He couldn’t help but fuck with you, grab at your skirt in front of people just so that he could say he was noticed by you in front of people. How aggressive you would get when he even looked in your direction. It carried on for years and he was so shocked to watch you grow up. You developed into a curvy cutie that he couldn’t stop fantasizing about. He had to have his skin pressing against your brown skin, he wanted to slap your ass pull on your hair bite on your skin and leave bruises. Countless days he had to go home in frustration from the boner that you had given to him by not even trying. And when he found out you were dating he was full of rage.

No one else could have his chocolate thick thigh and perfect minded fiery beauty. Never in a million years. He knew he started to develop in looks but still you shot him down in his school and even some in college. He had enough of it, seeing you start to fall for yet another man after your ex left you in a pit of tears. He was so full of rage he tried to kill the male. He hadn’t even given you a week to grieve before he was close to knocking down your door and pressing you against the wall taking you roughly not once but twice and claiming you as his. You loved every second of it because you have never been done like that before and he gave you so much passion behind it. It swept you off your feet. Of course, you still fought him on it but he had you in his grasp in less than one month. But what you saw today made you regret every muttering his name. You had taken him lunch, getting up at six am in the morning to make sure he was fed well, walking into his office no one guarded the door because you were his girl, and they had simply forgot to tell you not to come in to see him. It was too late, pushing open his door you saw them, her in his lap head thrown back moaning while he rocked into her. Hoseok didn’t even show remorse while catching your eye contact he just fucked her harder and smirked like he was proud about it. The thought alone, the look of pleasure on his face twisted in your gut. But you couldn’t think about it, he came into the room starting to undress his clothes. One look at his blonde ass and you were ready to attack but instead you moved to crawl into the bed.

“You’re sleeping early.” He commented watching you slowly through the mirror.

“Mmm, I’m really tired today, drained but I guess it was because I had a really early start.” You admitted a somewhat truth shutting your eyes.

“You don’t want to cuddle tonight?” He asked softly and you looked over your shoulder, his warm smile stopping your heart once again and you felt like a fucking fool, breaking yourself at the cost of his smile.

“Sure, baby let’s cuddle.” You gave a smile that wasn’t over the top trying to seem genuine. Hoseok was quick to remove the rest of his clothes and climb into bed with you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist he watched you through his eyes making sure you were trapped against him. And even though you tried to play it off he could feel the little tension in your body, watching as you slowly gave into sleep before he himself slept the night away.

~

It had been a few months since you escaped from home leaving with the little clothes that you had brought not trusting to wear anything Hoseok owned and even then, you were wearing your best friend’s clothes half of the time. Hoseok had went to work the next day and while he was gone you grabbed your one bag even leaving your phone on the bed. Not wanting him to contact you in any form. Fleeing across the town to Daegu you made sure to leave no traces behind you. Your friend was woken abruptly with you pounding on his door.

“Where is the fire?” Jay asked you rubbing his eyes. You frowned at him, eyes red again and outfit dirty from how much you ran. He knew from just looking at you something was up. “I told you, I told you he was a fucking jerk.” He repeated for the ten thousandth time that day.

“You can’t do nothing about it Jay. He would kill you. And I don’t think I could be left on earth without my only friend.” You had crawled in his lap letting him comfort you as your body shook with tears, the last few years seeming to escape from your body the more you cried.

And that’s how it went, you stayed with Jay while he worked and brought the food and in return you cleaned the house and cooked the food because it was the least you could do. You wanted to get a job but Jay knew that you wouldn’t be to not be spotted. He wanted to buy you clothes because you were stealing all his and though he loved it, he didn’t want the smell of you to be on him while he was out in public, trying to keep you both safe. You switched over to his shampoo, his axe soap. Everything to keep your ass from your lying lover. And it was going great! You were happy, doing the things you wanted to do you just hated that you had to keep Jay in all the time. He had other friends but he worried about you so, he only stayed around the house after work. And as every day passed by you could feel yourself healing getting over Hoseok and even falling for one of Jay’s friend. He would make you feel loved and special, something that Hoseok did before all of this shit. And in no time, you were giving things to this man but you never went past oral wanting to be sure this time the one you gave your body to was the one. You were certain that Hoseok had forgotten about you and moved on, perhaps he was even with the girl that he was fucking in front of you, it should be easy to move on and start over right?

“I will be back by tomorrow morning. You will be okay, right?” Jay asked you squeezing your cheeks and you nodded your head.

“I am not a chilllddd sir! Let me have this moment it will be fun to walk around your house in nothing on.” You teased licking his finger and talking with squeezed cheeks.

“Alright, just for that I’m going to tell my boy to come through.” He teased clapping his hands. “Don’t break the guest bed that’s for me only.” He smiled pressing a kiss against your forehead walking away. Smiling softly, you snuggled into the couch getting comfortable as you were left in the silence.

A couple of hours had passed by of you doing nothing, eventually resulting in you falling asleep. Letting your body be swept away by the blissful darkness you were out like a light bulb, until you heard knocks on the door. At first you rolled over not even minding the light taps until they got harder by each passing second. Frustrating washing over you, you moved to stand up marching towards the front door wrenching it open. Your hair fell everywhere a beautiful mess and you were ready to tell off whoever was standing at the door. Your eyes opened wide seeing Hoseok standing there with a smug grin on his lips. Fear gripped you so hard that your knees shook. You didn’t know what to do. Your body felt like jelly.

“You shouldn’t have run away kitten.” Hoseok rasped slightly. All he had on was a tank top and baggy black skinny jeans, a choker around his neck. You looked off to the side taking a step back.

“I’m not your kitten anymore..” You whimpered moving back a few more steps.

“You will always be mine! Now you can either come the easy way or the hard way.” Hoseok inched closer to you. Without thinking it through you tried to slam the door, his strength overpowering you. Taking off running you made a dash for the stairs only for him to catch you by your ankle and pull you back down to stairs. You flailed hands moving to push at his shoulders, trying to get him to loosen his grip and get off you.

“HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!”

“I love it when they scream.” Hoseok said grabbing at your throat cutting off all sounds from escaping your lips as he squeezed down on your windpipes.

“Just how she did the night I fucked her when you came in.” And just like that you were broken, all the fight that you had in your body was gone, replaced with angry tears. Hoseok was never a man of much emotion and not wanting that to change now he grabbed at you throwing you over his shoulder with a growl. Walking out of the house he looked at one of his men head jerking towards the house. “Collect her things and make sure not to damage this place since she loves him so much. I need a few hours alone with my girl.” Hoseok cooed dragging you towards the car.

He strapped you in before he got in driving back towards his running domain.

“I love you. You should know.”

“I fucking hate you with everything inside of me.” You responded balling up your fist into the large shirt that you were wearing.

“Oh?” He asked chuckling before doing a double take looking at you and smelling you for the first time. Gritting his teeth his hands clenched on the steering wheel.

“Why are you wearing his things? Why do you smell like him? Why did you even run to him instead of talking to me about it?” He demanded answers. Smirking you looked at him, tilting your head.

“You didn’t know? I stopped wanting you the moment I fucking left. You were a waste of time Jung Hoseok and at the first chance I got I fucked Jay hard into the mattress.” You winked at him causing the male to try to damn near tear the wheel off the car. He looked forward slamming his foot down on the gas not saying another word. Seeing the anger take over his usual so composed and stoic face made you feel like you were in high school all over again.

As soon as the car got into the parking lot of your house you hopped out taking off seatbelt and all trying to run into the house while he was still parking. Fumbling over your feet a bit, you had almost twisted your ankle, getting a few feet from the car before Hoseok was picking you up and slamming you against the hood.

“What are you doing?!” You asked him, Hoseok growled cupping your cheeks.

“Trying to calm you down and get sense into you!” He yelled back at you.

“I don’t need sense because I’m not the one who cheated! I didn’t get bored of us! I was happy! And you cheated! You ruined it, you ruined this family!” Your hands balled up hitting on his chest repeatedly as you two fought in daylight the other neighbors were sure to have a show. Hoseok rolled his eyes crashing his lips against yours.

Fighting back, you tried to pull away from him wanting to squirm from his grasp because he was making your heart stop with his lips. His hips pushed into yours as he pinned you against the car biting roughly on your bottom lip. His tongue escaping into your mouth into a heated kiss. You bit down on his tongue trying to get him to loosen up his hold, his body pushed yours down against the car, his hand sliding up and under the large shirt that you had on. You could feel his lips twitch into a smirk as you focused on getting his hands to move, his body easily slipping in between yours. His hands managed to grip at your breast squeezing them roughly he pulled back from the kiss groaning as he rutted his hips against yours licking across your neck.

“That’s right baby fight me, fight me like our first time. I know you hate submitting.” He husked biting down harshly on your earlobe, causing a groan from you. You hated how your hips pushed back against his, your hands moving to fist at his shirt instead while he dry humped you against the hood of the car licking all over your neck and jaw sucking hickeys into your skin. Your head was swimming with thoughts and you felt yourself slowly becoming submissive, pulling him closer to your body your fight was becoming little to none as your panties started to become damp from the wetness sliding from your folds.

“Is this fight dying down little girl?” Hoseok growled his bulge pressing against your core as he ground his hips against yours.

“Fuck you.” You groaned moving around a little more, Hoseok smirked yanking your bra down ripping it.

“With pleasure.” He picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder walking into his house. Opening and shutting the door he walked down the hallway towards his favorite room. Opening the door, he threw you on the large bed, shutting the door behind him before he walked to the walls that were decorated with many toys. Looking around the room you whimpered feeling your stomach tighten.

“Oh yes kitten. I hope you didn’t think you were off punishment just because you let me turn you on? No that was part of my plan to get you where I want you. I told you we could do this two ways and you decided to do this the hard way. Such a naughty girl like always.” He shook his head, his blonde bangs getting into his eyes. Grabbing at the items he needed he pressed them on the bed looking down at you. “Now, are you going to strip or do I need to do it for you?” How he said it, you knew if you would’ve let him do it then that would have been more punishment for you. Standing up, you stepped close to him slowly taking off your clothes one by one until you were naked before him. His eyes greedily drank you in and he let out another low pitch growl. Turning you around he pushed you into the bed slapping your ass with his hand. “Hands up towards the headboard.” Obeying his commands your hands went up towards the headboard. He walked around you tying your wrist to the bed before he moved to get back behind you. Hoseok spread your legs wide licking two of his fingers before he slowly slid them together inside of your tight pussy. Crying out you arched your back at the slow dull pain that was setting inside of you. It had been so long since you had been stretched out, your walls tightened around his fingers. He groaned softly knowing all he needed to know from how tight you were but of course he wouldn’t lighten up his punishment. You ran from him and made him feel things no other woman had before. “Count.” Hoseok gripped at the belt on the bed starting to slap it against your ass.

“O-one!” You choked out brokenly the sting shooting up your back, his fingers not moving inside of you just staying as a place holder. Hoseok groaned starting to spank you again, not pausing between each hit just giving you licks back to back until he was at twenty. Your ass was sore, the pain slowly crept into your limbs, your fist was balled tightly as you tried to cope with the feeling. Hoseok rubbed your ass slowly letting your sniffles stop leaning down to kiss on your ass cheeks as if he was done. And the moment you calmed down he was back at it, slapping both of your cheeks a bit harder giving you twenty more licks until you were shaking under him and fully sobbing. Dropping the belt on the floor to signal that he was done, he slipped his fingers from inside of you placing you on your knees. He undid his clothing sliding it off one by one. Leaning down he spread your warm ass cheeks apart licking up and down your asshole with a strip. Getting it wet and watching you whimper in pleasure, he knew how much you loved having him play with your ass and he was happy to give it to you. He slid his tongue inside of you slowly thrusting it in and out of you, coating your walls with his spit. He made sure to push his tongue as deep as he could thrusting it in and out rapidly circling it around your ass, one of his hands moving to rub at your clit slowly, your body was shaking under him from pleasure as the tears dried onto your face, your ass was hurting like a bitch and you knew you wouldn’t be able to properly walk for a while and let alone sit down. Hoseok was pulling back all too soon your hips trying to rut, against the air and feel some form of pleasure. Hoseok smirked aligning his hardened shaft with your pussy slowly pushing inside of you causing you both to moan in pleasure.  He slammed his hips forward not giving you a chance to adjust as he snapped his hips against yours. His goal was to fuck you into the mattress one hand gripping at your hips while the other hand moved to cup your ass cheeks. Hoseok spread your legs wider with his, using his thumb from his free hand to slide into your tight asshole. He moved it in and out slowly his hips circling and pounding into yours. Pushing deeper each time he made sure he was fucking against your spot. Your head rolled forward onto your arms as you cried out for him, begging him for more. He listened to you pushing himself to push even harder inside of you. The bed creaking under your bodies from the force of him fucking you, your pussy wrapping around him dripping a mess onto his shaft and the sheets below. Hoseok moved his hand up your body slowly scratching you with his nails until he was pulling your head back by your hair causing you to arch.

“Are you going to cum for me?” He asked lowly as he watched himself slide in and out of you, his hips meeting your ass for every thrust. Barely nodding your head, you gave into him arching your back and sticking your ass out more as he pounded into your insides.

“Daddy.” You choked out as he slammed his hips forward.

“Fuck Y/N!” Hoseok couldn’t believe it pushing you down into the bed with his chest against your back he slammed himself into you over and over, the rope causing the headboard to make more sounds of protest. Hoseok filled you up with his cum moaning against your ear as he kept his body pressed against you. Slowly he pulled out untangling his hand from your hair and moving his finger from your ass. He untied the ropes laying you down on your back. Getting up he put on his boxers sighing as he sat on the side of the bed beside you looking at the wall.

“I hope you know this doesn’t make you forgiven.” You muttered out as your heart hammered into your chest. Hoseok slapped your thigh giving you a crooked smile not looking at you.

“I cried when I thought I lost you.” He started with a heavy sigh. “I had to find some way to tire you out or you wouldn’t have listened. I know you too well for that.” He admitted shrugging his shoulders. “Let’s talk about the truth because I know you want it. How did I find you first. Well, it took a lot of searching because I guessed a lot of places and the trail got cold, but then I remembered you had a best friend. It made sense why you wouldn’t take your phone or message him. But this was just a theory so I sent men to follow Jay and low and behold he told one of his friends about you who I’m guessing..” He trailed off biting his lip and you wanted to sit up and comfort him but you knew you were in the wrong too. “I let them watch you for a few weeks before we decided on what days I would get you.. I waited this long not because I wanted to hurt you but I wanted you to leave. That girl who was in my lap. I fucked her for us.” He said softly looking over at you. “She knew where my father was and had evidence. She also knew where your father was. She was going to turn my father in and have your father convicted as an accomplice since they did know another. It wasn’t ideal but that girl knew us from high school. You fought her once and she was so mad that I didn’t chase her like I did you. And I knew if she saw you or heard of you catching us it would create the perfect illusion. I’m not a saint and I know I shouldn’t have done it but at that time my only priority was keeping you safe even if I had to hurt you. I love you that much I’d set you free from me if you truly didn’t want this life.” He smiled softly rubbing his fingers up and down your thighs. Your hand reached out to grab at his, smiling softly through teary eyes you kissed his fingertips pulling him to you.

“It seems I’ve been wrong about you once again Jung Hoseok. But you still get your own punishment for fucking her. And I will make sure that next time you come to me about it first, especially when it involves both of us.” You growled lightly getting up only to push him down. He smirked wrapping his arms around your waist lightly tapping your ass.

“Then punish me now.. If you think you can.”

An Enemy on the One Hand

Summary: Reader Insert - Soulmate AU/Enemy AU based off this post: the universe determined your soulmate and enemy at birth, giving you one hint for each; their initials on one of your wrists. BUt what happens if BOTH sets of initials are for the same person? Set during CA:TWS

Word Count: 2020

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, angst(ish), TWS spoilers (but seriously, what are you DOING here if you haven’t seen that yet?)

A/N: Okay, I’m taking a stab at this. I wanna thank @writingwithadinosaur (as usual) for helping me with EVERYTHING EVER, and being totally fabulous! And @imhereforbvcky for encouraging me to try in the first place.

I tagged everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on the announcement post cause I am a needy bitch, I need validation! But I am MORE than happy to add OR remove you if you’d like. There are several that didn’t work and they look like this

Originally posted by breakmybedbarnes


You were born with two sets of initials on your wrists; one set was your enemy’s, the other was your soulmate’s. Trouble was, you didn’t know which was which. The marks appeared on people’s wrists when their enemy or soulmate were born, for you, the marks were already there when you were born; so your soulmate and enemy were both older than you, by at least a few minutes. The marks were meant to burn a little bit when you crossed paths with your people, but you’d never felt anything. You would have thought you were one of the few in the world who didn’t have a predestined enemy or soulmate if not for the lingering W.S. on your left wrist, and J.B.B. on your right.

Life moved on, though you’d yet to cross paths with either your soulmate or your enemy, the initials remained. The marks would fade if the person they represented died, so you knew they were still alive, but you never found them.

You had a bad feeling. Work was tense, that wasn’t unusual; SHIELD was always tense to some extent, but this was different. Nick Fury had just been killed by an unknown assailant. Captain America was the last person to have seen him alive, and according to gossip, Alexander Pierce and Jasper Sitwell were blaming him for the whole event. You found that unbelievably hard to swallow for two reasons.

Reason #1: Natasha Romanov was a friend to you. You had no idea if she thought of you that way in return, but you trusted her and she worked with and trusted the Captain. Nick Fury had been a stable presence in her chaotic life; his death had hurt her. You couldn’t see a man who was her fellow Avenger killing Fury, for that reason alone.

Reason #2: Jasper Sitwell and Alexander Pierce were smarmy, slimy, creepy guys. At least they were to you. You’d never trusted them, and with it coming down to their word against Steve Rogers’, you trust Steve more by a mile.

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At the premiere of Dunkirk

Got requests for part 2 of the Dunkirk one shot. Hope y’all enjoy! ;)

A year later

The time has finally come for the movie to be released. Y/N and Harry are finally in a relationship. After going on a couple of dates, Harry finally asked Y/N out. Since Y/N lived in L.A., things were more easier for the both of them considering Harry has a house there and how much he loves coming to L.A. The both of them were extremely happy together. Harry would still tell Y/N his dumb jokes or puns whenever he thought was the perfect time or when he just wanted to. Y/N would still roll her eyes but laugh nonetheless. 

His goofy and friendly personality is what made her completely and utterly fall in love with him. It was hard not to fall in love with Harry. Ever since they became official, he’s done nothing but treat her right. He would constantly spoil her with some kind of gifts even when she begs him not to but he wouldn’t listen to her. He would just shake his head and say, “No, pet. Yeh’re my girl now yeah? So I get to spoil yeh as much stuff as I want.” Whenever she’d have a long or bad day, he’d be there to make her feel better. The list goes on. He was the perfect boyfriend.

They were at the stage where they do say I love you and it was literally confessed the other day when they were out for dinner. Harry confessed it first, in the dorkiest way possible. But Y/N was never going to forget it and she smiles every time she thinks about it.

“Alright, ‘ve got a joke fo’ yeh,” Harry speaks after wiping his mouth with a napkin to clean off any food from his face.

Y/N throws her head back against the chair and groans, wondering why he has to ruin their perfect moment. She just wanted to eat her dessert in peace. Without any stupid jokes or puns because Harry always has something to say.

“Harryyyy,” She drags out, “Do you always have to ruin the moment with your lame jokes?”

He looks at her with offense, hand on his chest to feign a look of hurt. “Oi c’mon! I ‘av t’ tell yeh this one!” He begs and she shakes her head.

“Nope, tell me later,” She says, going back to her delicious dessert. She was about to dig her fork in but is quickly stopped when Harry’s large hands grab the plate from in front of her.

“Oh come on, Harry!” She whines, remembering that time when he took her sandwich from her so he could make her admit that she likes spending time with him. It still felt fresh in her mind.

Harry shakes his head firmly, holding the plate away from her, “Yeh have t’ listen t’ me first,” He demands. 

“It’s a freaking a joke!” She almost shouts, her cheeks blushing when people look their way. She shrinks in her seat, letting out a tired sigh. She knows he won’t give it back until she listens so she gives in, “Fine. What?” She rests her chin against her hand, her elbow resting against the table to hold it up.

He gives her an innocent smile, “Cheer up, love. ‘s gonna be a good one. Promise.” 

She flashes him a fake enthusiastic smile and he just chuckles in return, putting the plate down in front of him.

“Mkay, so knock knock!” He says excitedly.

Y/N rolls her eyes, having to hear this so many times. “Who’s there?”

“Pauline!” He answers.

“Pauline who?” 

“I think I’ve Pauline in love with you.” He smiles and her eyes widen, mouth agape from the sudden confession. He literally just confessed that he was in love with her through a knock knock joke. 

“Harry…” Her voices trails off, not knowing what else to say. Gosh, she loves him so much. She just didn’t know if he loved her back, being the insecure person she was.

His cheeky smile slowly fades when he notices her not saying anything. He clears his throat, looking down at his lap, slightly disheartened at her reaction. Did she not love him back?

“‘s okay. Don’ have t’ say it back ‘f yeh don’…” His voice slightly cracks, making him clear his throat again. He actually felt a bit embarrassed by this. He was thinking about this all day, planning this whole dinner just to confess his love for her. 

Y/N blinks, realizing that she hasn’t said anything and notices the slightly sad look on his face. She didn’t like that look and the fact that she’s the reason why makes her heart hurt. She has to tell him too.

She shakes her, mustering up the courage to say it back. “I love you too, you dork.” She smiles, feeling at ease again when she sees him look at her up in surprise, his face instantly lighting up.

“Yeah?” He asks, wanting her to confirm it again with his eyes looking into hers.

She nods, slightly laughing, “Yeah,” She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, looking down at her fingers in her lap. “Was just taken by surprise.” She reasons why it took a few moments. “But I do,” She nods, “I love you a lot.”

Harry’s face brightens even more which she didn’t think was possible but she sees his happy grin. “How can yeh be surprised pet? ‘course ‘m gonna love yeh! Yeh’re perfect!” He tells her and she immediately shakes her head, wondering how Harry can even think that.

“No I’m not. I’m not perfect. Far from perfect.” She mumbles and Harry pouts, not liking that she sees herself that way. He stands up from the chair and comes around the table, crouching down to become eye level with her. He gently cups her face in his hands, his green eyes staring into her intently. 

“Hey,” He brings his face close to hers, ignoring that they were in a public place, “I think yeh’re perfect mkay? Wouldn’ want anyone else. Yeh know tha’ yeah?” And she nods her head, kissing him right after because she loves him so freaking much. 

Realizing that they were in a public place, she pulls back with a blush. “Can I get my dessert back now?” She asks and he chuckles, nodding his head and standing up but not before giving her another peck on the lips.

“As long as yeh let me feed it to yeh?” He wonders and she smiles, more than happy to agree. He brings his chair to sit next to her along with the plate in his hand. 

“Love yeh,” He says again and she beams at him, saying it back in return. 

And in that night, they both fed each other dessert with happy and love filled kisses.


It’s been a year later and promo season for the movie has already started. Y/N and Harry are currently in Harry’s London home, getting ready for the Dunkirk premiere. 

Harry had called a whole glam squad for Y/N even though she told him it wasn’t absolutely necessary but yet again,  he didn’t listen to her. Harry was wearing a customized Gucci suit and a pair of red boots with designs on them. x Y/N wore a simple black Alexander McQueen gown that was off the shoulders. Her hair was pin straight and her make up was very neutral because that’s how she preferred it. 

When Y/N was ready, she walks out of the bathroom to see Harry patiently waiting for her. His hair was perfectly styled and he looked so handsome in his suit. 

His head instantly snapped up when she cleared her throat. He stood up from the bed, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. He couldn’t believe that this girl was all his. He felt so lucky to love and feel loved by her. 

Y/N blushes, looking down at her feet because of Harry’s intense gaze on her. He slowly walks up to her, his hand going under her chin to lift her face up and look at him. 

“Almost knocked me off m’feet, pet. Think calling yeh beautiful would be an understatement,” He tells her and her cheeks tint red at his word. A year later and he still makes her blush every time he compliments her. 

She smiles, holding his wrist to her face as he pulls her close to him with his other hand. 

“Think you look really handsome,” She says shyly.

Harry smiles, waving his hand like it’s no big deal, “Thank you, love, but I think all eyes are gonna be on yeh. Gonna ‘av t’ protect m’girl from everyone,” He tells her and she rolls her eyes playfully.

His eyes linger on her face, a cute smile still on his lips. He leans down to press his lips against hers, keeping them there for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Love yeh,” He reminds her, rubbing his thumb underneath her eye.

“I love you too.” They kiss one more time before walking downstairs to the waiting car.


Y/N feels nervous. It was the kind of nervous where one’s heart pounds against their chest and their body starts to feel warm even though it wasn’t hot. She felt her pulse in her ears and her hands were sweating. She wonders if Harry could feel her sweaty hands since he’s holding them in his lap as they’re sat in the car, on their way to the premiere.

She shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She tries not to think about the fact that there’s going to be so many people there, so many cameras and news reporters. People knew Harry was dating Y/N but he hasn’t directly confirmed it. They never really talked about it.

Y/N knew Harry liked to keep his relationships private because he doesn’t want his career to affect or harm what they have. Y/N is perfectly okay with it too. This is just the first time they’re allowing pictures to be taken willingly. Pictures of them holding hands or out at dinners were taken by fans in the past without the two of them noticing. There would be so paps lingering around the area but they choose to ignore it.

She didn’t what she was going to say. She didn’t know if she was going to stay with Harry the whole time considering she’s only a techie. She is after all, his date to the premiere. 

She gets snapped out of her thoughts when she feels Harry cup her face, looking at her in concern. 

“Yeh okay, pet? Can feel yeh shakin’ a bit.” He asks, rubbing her temple. 

Y/N gulps, squeezing his hand in her lap. She nods, giving him an assuring smile, “Yeah. Just a bit nervous ‘cause of the cameras. I’m kind of claustrophobic so…” She trails off and Harry nods his head in an understanding way, knowing what she means.

“Don’ worry, pet. ‘M here with yeh, yeah?” She nods, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Know we haven’t talked ‘nough ‘bout this. ‘S kind o’ one of the downsides when it comes to dating a guy like me,” he says with a defeated look. “Could always come separately ‘f yeh want,” he suggests. “Want me t’ tell the driver t’ drop me first and then get the car ‘round? ‘m sure he won’t–” 

Y/N interrupts him, “No, no. It’s okay. I promise. Just a bit nervous is all. I’ll be fine. Promise.” She repeats but will she really? Harry even just offered her the easier way out. She decides against it, knowing that Harry is going to be there in case things get out of hand. He knows how anxious she can get sometimes and just by rubbing his thumb across her hand and cheek, she can already feel her nerves calm a bit. 

Harry lets out a sigh of relief, “Mkay,” He smiles, giving her nose a quick peck. “Love yeh.” He reminds her.

She smiles, loving how he assures her at random times. “Love you too.”


They reach the premiere, Y/N’s anxiety increased drastically. She sees the paparazzi already waiting with their cameras, the other cast and crew already there taking pictures. The car stops, catching the paps attention, their cameras getting ready to take pictures of them coming out of the car. 

Y/N shuts her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm herself again. She hears Harry tell the driver, “Give us a mo’.” And she feels his ring clad hand on her face, causing her to open her eyes and stare into his sea green ones.

“Hey, pet. Yeh sure yeh’re okay?” She lets out a shaky sigh. “Yeh don’ have t’ do this. I completely understand,” He reassures her, not wanting to put any pressure on her. 

“I’ll be fine,” She says, giving him a weak smile. 

Harry sighs at her stubbornness, bringing his face close to hers. “Listen t’ me, pet. ‘f yeh feel uncomfortable, an’ I mean in any way,” He says sternly, gazing into her eyes. “I need yeh t’ tell me. Doesn’ matter ‘f ‘m bein’ interviewed, I need yeh t’ tell me.” He says clearly and she nods vigorously, swallowing the lump in her throat again. “Mum is here too with Jeff an’ Glenn. I might be pulled away for some pictures an’ interviews. Need yeh t’ stay with them yeah?” 

“Okay,” She says. “Okay, I’ll stay with them. Promise.”

“And…?”

“And I’ll tell you if I feel sick or uncomfortable.” She says, feeling like a child.

Harry smiles softly, pressing his lips against hers, immediately taking all her worries away. He pulls away, resting his forehead against hers and kisses her nose.

“Love yeh,” He says with a smile. 

“Love you too,” She beams at him, feeling better than a few minutes ago.

Harry then lets go of her face, telling the driver they were ready to come out. The door opens, the flashing of cameras immediately going off. Fans were screaming loudly, calling out Harry’s name excitedly. He stands aside, helping Y/N out the car by holding his hand out which she takes gladly. He kisses her forehead reassuringly, making her smile. They intertwine hands, Harry’s ring clad fingers slotting through hers. He waves to the fans, giving them his charming breath taking smile, the crowd immediately going wild. 

He walks confidently, his shoulders held high and Y/N watches him act so naturally around the cameras. A few paps get to close, calling of their names out for pictures. Y/N slightly shrieks when she feels a hand grab her elbow, catching Harry’s attention instantly. She tugs her hand out of the person’s hold as Harry turns around. 

His expression is deadpan, lips set into a firm line and green eyes a shade darker as he stares at the pap who tried to grab her for a picture. “Think yeh’re gettin’ a bit handsy there, mate,”He says in a tone she’s never heard before, always use to him being so polite despite people being rude.

“Was just trying to get a picture, mate,” The pap says in a slightly mocking tone, causing Harry to clench his jaw. 

“Yeh didn’ have t’ put yeh hands on the lady,” He says, trying to keep his cool and the pap just raises his hands up in defense, shrugging his shoulders.

“Harry, it’s okay. I’m okay,” Y/N says, grabbing his face to make him look at her, immediately calming him down when she gives him a soft smile.

“Yeh sure?” He asks with certainty. 

Might have been a bit scary, but Y/N felt okay since Harry was with her the whole time.

“I’m fine. Promise.” She says again.

He gives her a thoughtful look before going behind her, his chest pressed against her back. “I want yeh t’ walk in front of me,” He whispers in her ear, “Walk in front o’ me an’ look down so the cameras don’ get in yeh eyes.” 

Y/N nods, feeling much better this way with Harry’s arms around her in a protective manner. The whole time she didn’t look up, trusting Harry to guide her with him behind her. She feels one of Harry’s arms lift up to wave to the fans, saying hello or how are yeh love which causes them to squeal happily.

Once they reach other cast members and crew, they all take a few pictures together. Harry steps out for a few to show Y/N where Jeff and his mom was. He greets his mom with a kiss to the forehead and a hug. He greets Jeff and Glenn with a hug as well while Y/N hugs Anne happily.

“Yeh gonna be okay with mum?” He asks Y/N and she nods reassuringly. 

“Yes, I’ll be fineeee,” She says, kissing his cheek before pushing him away. “Go take pictures with the cast now, talk to the fans, sign their things. I’ll be okay here.”

Harry scoffs, “Already tryin’ t’ get rid o’ me, pet.”

Y/N giggles with a nod, “Mhm, now go! I’ll see you inside.”

Harry walks away but not before turning his head to look at her with a charming smile. He blows her a kiss which she pretends to catch, making him wink and her giggle under her breath. 

“Love yeh!” He calls out, not caring it there were people around.

“Love you too, doofus,” She answers back with a chuckle.

Anne watches the whole exchange, eyes gleaming with happiness because of how proud she was and how happy he was with Y/N. She wouldn’t ask for anything more. 

“That boy is absolutely smitten with you,” She says to Y/N, squeezing Y/N’s shoulder. 

Y/N smiles at Anne, resting a hand on top of her’s before looking back at Harry who was laughing at something a fan said. He looked so happy. “I’m absolutely smitten with him too.”


During the movie, Y/N sat next to Harry with Anne on his other side. Y/N’s right hand is intertwined with Harry’s, his left arm resting around her shoulder. She plays with the rings on his fingers nervously as they stare at the screen intently. 

They were at the  part where the men were hiding in the boat, Harry’s character angrily speaking to the other and accusing him of being a spy. She flinches when bullets go off, the sound being super loud. She was the freaking sound technician, she knew this was coming. 

However, she feels Harry’s hand rub up and down her arm in a soothing manner and he presses a kiss on her head.

“S’okay, love. ‘m here.” He assures. 

She smiles at his words and squeezes his hand to let him know that she heard him and knew, that he was always going to be here.


AND TAH DAH! 

I think there was only going to be two parts to this story. sorry for no smut lmao. I didn’t think that would fit for this story. Promise the next story will be smutty haha ;) Thanks for reading y’all!

oh btw, I had to search that joke up bc i fucking suck at jokes lmaooo so sorry if its cheesy 

also ignore any typos, i skimmed through. i’ll fix them later

The Montreal Problem

Chapter 4

Summary: The reader has big plans to spend a month in Montreal with her boyfriend. The problem? He breaks up with her just as her flight is leaving. Now she’s going to be stuck in an unfamiliar city for a month with no place to stay. That is, until an unexpected hero offers her a solution.

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Title: Make You Hate Me - Pt. 3

Author’s Note: It’s finished! I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks for the initial request and for the subsequent requests for parts 2 and 3! :) Lemme know if you liked the ending!

Other Parts: (Part One) and (Part Two)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


Jamie was exhausted from the flight, but this couldn’t wait. He wanted to… no, he needed to see you. He glanced at the GPS; the address he had begged Tyler to get from Candace, punched into the device. He was only 2 miles away from the apartment you had moved into; still unsure of what he was going to say when he finally saw you.

How could he have ruled out the possibility that he was the father? Why hadn’t he fought more for answers? Why had he let you walk out of his life so easily? Even after all this time, he refused to believe that you had cheated on him; you were too loyal, too kind to do that to him. Tyler thought he was a moron, but Tyler didn’t know you like he did. His knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Why wouldn’t you have just told him? Did you really think so little of him? You thought he would be such a terrible father that you deciding to run away was a better option than to have him parent your child? His stomach knotted at the thought.

He took a deep breath as he turned into the parking lot of your apartment complex, killing the engine as he stared at your door. He deserved the truth; and he wasn’t leaving until he had it.

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