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ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life.
[text] I should have never let you back into my life.
[text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that.
[text] Please don’t walk away.
[text] Please don’t do this.
[text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you?
[text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it.
[text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again.
[text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong.
[text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me.
[text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did
[text] The truth is I’m not over you.
[text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you.
[text] I’m seeing someone else.
[text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker?
[text] You’re so selfish.
[text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them].
[text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah.
[text] Be careful.
[text] I’m only saying it because I love you.
[text] I’m only saying it because I care about you.
[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.
[text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week?
[text] Let me take you out, please?
[text] Let me make you dinner tonight.
[text] I want you to be happy.
[text] You’re always safe with me.
[text] I can’t stop thinking about you.
[text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.
[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that.
[text] It was so good seeing you.
[text] You don’t need this shit.
[text] I’ll be there in five minutes.
[text] Let me help, please?
[text] You’re important to me.
[text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that.
[text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day.
[text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love.
[text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now.
[text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut.
[text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!?
[text] Lose my number, asshole.
[text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so.
[text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf.
[text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend.
[text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is.
[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?
[text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole.
[text] Go fuck yourself.
[text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you?
[text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first.
[text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now
[text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
[text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair.
[text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor.
[text] Come over. With condoms.
[text] You should come over, clothing optional.
[text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT
[text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life
[text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?
[text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.
[text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together
[text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis.
[text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology.
[text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH.
[text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body.
[text] I am available for nakedness
[text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w
[drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH
[drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever
[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known
[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like
[drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss
[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon
[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight
[drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS
[drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no
[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin
[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

Long Distance (Chapter Two)

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Tony’s phone buzzed and he opened the message without checking to see who it was from. Odds were it was from Steve, since they had texted almost every day for close to a month now, and Tony was already smiling, already anxious to read what his favorite blonde had sent.

From Steve–save me from staff meetings that go on for hours

To Steve– pay attention. They probably last for hours because people like you don’t listen and break the rules.

From Steve–I’m an artist, Tony, we don’t have rules
         –How you doing today? Still feeling okay? Things are alright?

To Steve– Things are fine, Steve. One bad day every once in awhile is not the end of the world.

From Steve– Tony last night you told me you seriously considered trying to parachute off your balcony. And you werent even having a bad day. If that’s you on a normal day, how destructive do you get on the bad ones??

To Steve– I was kind of joking about the parachute thing.

From Steve– Tony. You don’t joke about jumping off your balcony, parachute or not. That’s entirely reckless.

To Steve– sure thing, mother hen. I promise I’m fine. I’d be better if you’d send me a picture of those baby blues though. Keep my mind off of attempting parachuting from unsafe things.

From Steve– I don’t know Tony. I don’t want to have to listen to you complain that I got you kicked out of a meeting because of a picture.

To Steve– are your baby blues going to be that distracting

From Steve– oh did you just want a picture of my eyes? Then no that shouldn’t be distracting at all.

To Steve– wait! I can ask for more than just your eyes? Wait just a second!

From Steve– oooh too slow, Tony. I only had a thirty second break to send something shirtless. Window closed.

To Steve– killing me art professor. Leave your staff meeting and hide out in the bathroom and send me a naughty selfie. It will be like highschool all over again.

From Steve– oh? Your highschool art teachers sent you naughty selfies? Tony you should report that, I don’t think that’s appropriate.

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I Choose You

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 1,010
Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst
Request: Anonymous. Can you write a fluffy!Dean/reader fic, where she is upset bc her friend is a dick (you can decide why), and Dean comforts her and it’s just like 90% fluff? Please? Thank you, even if you don’t do it, because your fics are great :)
A/N: I hope this is okay, anon<33


Dean was lounging on his couch watching tv in his sweats when his phone went off. Glancing over, he saw your picture and smiled. He reached over and grabbed it, muting the tv, not caring what was happening.

Clenching his jaw, he got up, jogging up the stairs to his room to grab his wallet. He’d order some pizza to be delivered for dinner, knowing that would help cheer you up a bit. As he grabbed it off his nightstand, he smiled at the picture of the two of you at senior prom the year before. You did school online, not wanting to leave Dean. He didn’t want to go to college, so he went right to work.

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You asked me who I
am in my ideal world,
where I can create and
be whoever I want to be.

And I tell you, in another
life I’m bold, I tell the kid
in class to quit interrupting 
the lecture because we are so 
goddamn tired of him acting
like he knows everything.


I don’t text my mother telling
her that I am crying, I don’t sit
on the corner of her bed sobbing
at 3 am about someone that doesn’t
like me back or how much I wish
I could sleep,


I dye my hair pink and blue and
purple and I get a fringe and wear
dark lipstick and remember to file
my nails rather than let them break
and I dress in all black one day and
the next day in colors as vivid as my
dreams of you.


I travel wherever I want without a
worry in the world and I don’t think
twice about moving constantly and
I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee
shops early in the morning and sit next
to someone in the sunlight and we talk
about politics or just good stories we
have heard.


I take some time off from school and
I work and I live in a small apartment
with a faucet that drips but I keep the
windows open constantly and my neighbors
are so unconventional but they are still so
beautiful and they have the greatest stories
and they drink during the weekends and
during my free time I fill my walls with
pictures and poems and posters and I am
so bloody passionate that it drips through
the windows,


I have many friends or I have absolutely
no one and I am content either way and
I go to parties and get to know everyone
but no one exactly knows me and they
try to describe me to others asking if
they’ve seen me too but they cannot
find any words that can describe the
way I held their hands.


And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy
and happy and weird and I talk a lot or
sometimes not at all and none of their
words ever hurt me because I am too
caught up in my own love, I am too 
busy creating myself. 


And I ask what would you be if you
could be anything?


And you tell me of all these divine things,
you’d ride the train and never get off and
see where it takes you, you would drive until
you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere,
you would swim until your skin looks like
apple peels, and as you tell me of all these
wondrous adventures, where you are always
going somewhere, I realize you are just running
away,


You have always just been running away
from me.

—  In another life I’m bold and you’re cold.
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S.Coups/Seungcheol He got a call from you and it sounded like you were distressed so he met up with you at a cafe. When you tell him about your family and how the arguments are stressing you out, he pulls you into a hug. “You’ve been going through a lot huh? It’s okay to let it out with me,I’m here for you. Don’t bottle it up, or it’ll hurt even more.”

Originally posted by mountean

Jeonghan He got a text from you that only read, ‘it happened again’ and he immediately sent you a location to meet up with him and to let you talk about the most recent argument that took place at your house. He rubbed your back as you began to cry recalling the yelling and hurtful words. “You’ve been really strong. I’m proud of you,but don’t keep it inside okay? Remember that I’ll always listen.”

Originally posted by visual-17

Joshua/Jisoo He was waiting for you outside your house so that you two could go hang out together. When he sees you run out the house with a distraught expression, he ushers you to the nearest park where you both sit on a bench and he lets you talk about the tension in your house. “It must be really hard on you. That isn’t the type of environment you should be in. If you ever wanna escape, you can call me or message me anytime. We can hang out until you decide to go back.”

Originally posted by jishooua

Jun/Junhui He was on the phone with you after an argument you had with a family member and he was a mixture of worry and anger. He was upset that your own family would say those things to you, but also worried on if it would ever escalate. “Hey, wanna meet up tomorrow? I have an early recording tomorrow so afterwards we can go watch that movie you wanted to see. At times like this we should run away right? Don’t bring your wallet,I’m paying for everything. No buts!”

Originally posted by kittykatkwon

Hoshi/Soonyoung You both met up for your weekly late night tours of the food market. You both were eating at a booth when you tell him about the fights that have been taking place at home. He holds your hand as you tell him and doesn’t push you to tell him more. “I’m sorry I can’t stop all of that. I would do it in a heartbeat if I could. You know that right? I want you to be strong for me okay? If you want someone to cry on or to laugh with, then I’m always here! I promise you that,promise!”

Originally posted by mountean

Wonwoo You called him and told him you were waiting outside the dorms. You hung up before giving him a reason why so he rushed down and let you in. All of the members left to get food from nearby while he stayed back. He ushered you to his room and you told him the argument you had with your mother and how you left without her knowing.“I’ll text the others to order another serving for you. You can eat with us, and if you wanna stay the hyungs won’t mind. I’m always here for you, I know it’s tough right now but if anyone can make it through this, it’s you. I know you’re stronger than you think.”

Originally posted by bokdeongeori

Woozi/Jihoon You asked him for an impromptu meet up. When he met you at the nearby cafe he noticed that you had a bag that looked quite full. When you asked him if you could stay over at the dorms until your family cooled down he instantly agreed. “You don’t even have to ask. Of course you can stay with us. I can share with one of the other guys so you sleep in my bed. Here, you must be hungry, I’ll order us something and then if you want we can head over and you can settle in. If you wanna tell me what happen go ahead, or not, you decide okay?”

Originally posted by wonnhao

DK/Seokmin He was looking to relax after a long week of practices, recording sessions, and appearances so he invited you out to a movie. When you arrived, you were struggling to hold up a smile and he immediately pulled you over to a nearby table and patted your hand as to ask if anything happened. “You were really easy to convince to watch this movie with me, usually you tell me you’re too lazy! If something happened you can tell me, I’ll listen. I chose a really funny one that everyone is saying is really good. Let’s forget about everything for now, and then after the movie, if you still feel down, then we can talk okay?”

Originally posted by pabospoiler

Mingyu You texted him in the middle of the night and he was going to bed after long practice session. You were asking if he could meet up at a nearby park because you needed someone to talk to. He changed and told the members that he’d be back soon and headed over. Once he found you, you began to tell him of the situation at home. He listened and nodded at different points in your rant. “Yeah, that sounds really difficult. I’m glad you told me about it all. I hope you feel a little better after this. I know it’s kinda cold but, wanna go get some ice cream? There’s a place that stays open late and they have your favorite.”

Originally posted by seugcheol

The8/Minghao You two were out hanging out at a nearby park after he had a long week of appearances on TV and radio shows. You two were sitting on a bench when you asked him if you could talk to him about something and he encouraged you to go ahead. After you told him about the arguments, he patted your hand and smiled softly to encourage you to let everything out. “You don’t deserve to be in that kind of situation. I know it hurts a lot right now and it may seem like things are getting worse, but just know that later on you’ll laugh at yourself for getting so worked up over this. Until then, I’ll always hold your hand through these times.”

Originally posted by kwontv

Seungkwan He got your text as he got back to the dorm with the guys after a group dinner. As he read it, he rushed to put back on his shoes and jacket. He told the others it was an emergency and that he’d be right back as he ran to where you told him you’d be waiting. He found you at a bus stop and hugged you tightly. You told him about the argument you just had and how you couldn’t stand being there any longer. “I wish I could take your pain away. You shouldn’t have to suffer like this. Come on, you’re staying with us! Tomorrow we can spend the whole day together and have fun. Let’s go get some sleep.”

Originally posted by seungkvvan

Vernon/Hansol You woke him up with your call and he groggily answered. When he finally realized you were tearing up as the call continued he woke up fully and left the room to go the hall to answer your call. You told him how you had a big argument with your family and are now in your room trying to go to sleep but with trouble. He talked with you for a bit so that you’d let everything go and when you were beginning to fall asleep he decided to ask to skip practice tomorrow so he could spend the day with you. “Hey, tomorrow I don’t have practice so we can hang out all day. We’ll go eat, maybe go to a mall or take a walk in a park or something. Sound good? Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, get some sleep. Night.”

Originally posted by sneezes

Dino/Chan He was going to meet up with you to go try out a new ice cream shop that opened near the dorms. He was waiting for you at the shop and when he spotted you he called you over to the table he got and you sat down. He questioned your upset appearance and when you didn’t want to tell him he nodded and called over a waiter. After ordering, you decided it would help to talk it out. As you told him the recent argument you had at home he took your hands in his and silently listened the entire time. “You’re so strong, I am proud of you for staying strong. But don’t keep this stuff bottled up, it will only hurt you even more. Thanks for telling me this, I don’t want you to think I will force you to say anything, but if you want to, I’m always ready to listen okay?”

Originally posted by seugcheol

Distractions pt. 5

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 || Pt. 8 || Pt.9 || Pt. 10 || Pt. 11 || Pt. 12

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary:  Yoongi had you on his mind and you had him on yours. You were finding it kind of difficult to work with him, but you no choice.

Word Count: 3011 

A/N: I’m sure you guys have probably figured it out, but just in case you don’t know italicized text is the character’s thoughts

Originally posted by beui

“Oooh, Jiminie! What’s got you blushing?” Taehyung poked at Jimin’s leg from under the dinner table,

“What? Me? Blushing? I wasn’t blushing!” Jimin held his hands to his face trying to cover his pink-tinted cheeks. It was no use, though, everyone had already seen his bashful expression. 

“Oh, c’mon Jimin! Who are you texting, hm? Show me, show me!” Taehyung lunged from his seat and across the table in an attempt to snatch Jimin’s phone from his hands. It was never out of place for the 95 liners to act this way. The pair were frequently rambunctious, and the rest of the members were used to their sometimes hyperactive behavior. However, Yoongi was still feeling grumpy from the little encounter he had with you earlier about his notebook.

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Whiskey and Dope

“Happy dates a big boned girl, but cheats on her and tries to fix it once he sees her with Opie?”

Thanks for the request, @homicidalteenagedream !!

Btw, r/n = right now

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It was another slow day today, you worked at a local clothing store for women and you hated every minute of it. The sizes never went above 8, and on rare occasions there was a shipment of size 10’s, but mostly during the holidays when the company wanted more sales. You were a bigger girl and working in a store than only sold to Victoria Secret sized model’s only made you more insecure, but Happy changed that feeling when he asked you to be his girlfriend a year ago. He made you feel as if you were the last California sunrise in his life, beautiful. You loved him with everything you had, even his smiley faces and his long stares. With you he was different, he talked, he laughed, he loved you with his all; and nothing was going to get in the way of that.

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll close tonight, you can leave early, just clock out,” your manager was sweet and usually every few weeks on Friday’s she’d let you leave early like tonight, “Oh, thanks, Malerie, enjoy your night!” She never had to remind you that you could leave early, you were already out the door. Getting into your car, you decided to go to the clubhouse to play some pool with Happy and Juice, and maybe stay the night in Hap’s dorm if the game proceeded without Juice. “Babe, I’m coming by r/n, Mal decided to close, save me a beer please ♥,” Hap always wanted you to text him when you got to work and out, at first you thought it was a little weird, but he explained it was so he knew you were okay and where you were at all times; it felt uncomfortable at first, but after being with Happy and the club, you realized it was important to let him know you’re safe, and that made both of you happy.

You noticed while pulling into the lot there was a party with all of the bikes and the barbeque burning. Parking your car at the end of the lot, you saw Tara walking towards your car, “Hey, Y/N,” she always greeted you with a warm smile, you both got along really well and got close super quick, “Hey, girl, have you seen Hap? He didn’t return my text,” it wasn’t like Hap to send a ‘K’ to your text or one of his other illiterate texts that sent question marks to your brain trying to decipher what he was telling you. “I saw him inside in the clubhouse a few minutes ago taking a few shots,” Tara wasn’t acting normal, she was fidgeting a bit and speaking faster. Looking over towards the garage, you saw the blinds were shut, but the lights were on. Normally Gemma constantly kept the blinds open to keep an eye on everyone and the garage to watch over her kingdom. But it was different.

Scanning your eyes over to the crowd, you saw all of the brothers with each other having a toast to more whiskey and dope, all but Happy. Your stomach dropped. Walking towards the office, Tara tried to stop you, “He’s not in there, Y/N, I saw him in the clubhouse,” she grabbed your arm, but you ripped it out of her grip and she sighed stopping in her tracks. Your footsteps stomped towards Gemma’s office. Grabbing the door, it was open, you hesitated, you hoped to God or whoever is up there that you’d find nothing or even Clay and Gemma getting it on. Grabbing the door handle in full, you turned the knob and slammed the door open.

Your stomach dropped as did the mouths of Happy and an ugly croweater under him. Your heart crumbled in your chest seeing Happy’s neck covered in hickeys. “Shit, Y/N,” Happy pulled himself away from the croweater while pulling his pants up, “Who the hell is that, baby?” She spoke wiping her mouth and her smeared lipstick. Not being able to speak your body froze with rage and tears. Immediately grabbing Gemma’s papers on the desk, you threw them at Happy and his bitch. “Fuck you, Happy, Fuck you and your slut,” you pointed your finger at her, “Fuck you, bitch, who are you calling a slut,” she stood up trying to intimidate you. Happy quickly got in between you both trying to talk to you, “Y/N, leave,” he spoke. “First of all, ho’, I will lay your ass out like your grandma’s panties on the laundry line, and second, fuck you, Happy, don’t ever speak to me again.” Walking away, Happy grabbed your arm, but again you snatched it out of his grip, “Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me, Happy! I fucking hate you! We’re done!” It went silent on the lot, everyone was watching. You spit on the ground next to Happy and walked towards your car with tears streaming down your eyes. “What’s up, Y/N?” Juice asked with his dorky smile not having a clue what happened, “Fuck out of my way, apple juice.” Your tires screeched as you left the property to go home.

~~HAPPY’S POV~~

“Shit.”

“Hap! What the hell just happened?” Jax came over with Opie, I looked behind me towards the office which they followed as saw the croweater buttoning up her shirt. “Oh come on, man,” Jax scolded, “You pissed Y/N off big time, Hap,” Opie took a drink of his beer, “She’ll be alright, I’ll call her in the morning,” Jax and Opie looked towards each other and shrugged, “I don’t know, brother, Y/N isn’t the type to come crawling back to someone who fucked up with her,” my anger started building, “I guess it’s my problem then,” we both stared each other down, “I guess it is,” Opie stepped forward to me.

~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~

I loved this one!! I thought this deserved two parts lol, I honestly was so mad writing this because I hate making Hap out to be an asshole :( But thank you for reading, and part 2 will be up soon!!

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anonymous asked:

Could you do Jamilton #1 for the cheater starters please? "I'm sick of being your little secret!"

“I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”

“Uh huh. Yeah, sorry baby. I forgot to let you know. I’ll be back in the morning, before you wake up. Promise. Well, then go back to sleep so I’m not a liar. Yeah, yeah…”

Alexander heard Thomas trail off and laugh. He sighed, wondering if the other man felt even a little guilty about how often he had to lie to his boyfriend. Probably not. Thomas Jefferson didn’t feel guilt, apparently.

“Okay, bye baby. Goodnight. I love you too. Yep, tomorrow night. It’s a date. Bye.”

Alexander closed his eyes and took a deep breath, psyching himself up in his head.

Thomas came back into the room with an easy grin, setting his phone back on the nightstand.

“Sorry about that, I forgot to tell James when I’d be back. You know how he worries.” He chuckled, not even caring that he was talking about his boyfriend to the guy he was having an affair with. Alex had to grit his teeth.

“Anyway, where were we?” Thomas sat on the bed next to Alexander, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him in his lap. They were both already shirtless, as James’s call had interrupted their foreplay.

Thomas started kissing on Alex, trying to pick up where they left off. Grinding up against his ass, kissing down his neck. Only leaving marks where they could be hidden easily. Alexander let him do whatever he wanted, but didn’t react. He just let his hands rest on Thomas’s shoulders, staring at the wall over the bigger man’s shoulder.

It wasn’t too long before Thomas noticed that Alexander wasn’t responding. He pulled his head back up, brow furrowed in confusion.

“What is it? You’re normally trying to rip my clothes off by now. What’s wrong?”

Alexander sighed, mumbled his answer under his breath. When asked to repeat himself, his eyes dropped to his hips. He didn’t know why he couldn’t just break the news to Thomas. It wasn’t that hard! And besides, he was doing the right thing. He had to think of poor James, oblivious to the whole ordeal.

“I said…” think of James think of James think of James think of- hell, think of yourself! “we need to stop.”

Thomas, being the gentleman he was, nodded without question and gently set Alex down on the bed next time him.

“Are you not feeling well? Or don’t want to screw tonight? You didn’t have to agree to meet me if you weren’t in the mood, you know.” Alexander shook his head, effectively shutting Thomas up.

“No. I mean, we need to stop this.” He waved his arms around, gesturing to the entire room. “This… this affair. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Well, why not? Nobody’s onto us, right? Why should we stop?” Alexander sighed. Thomas’s lack of a moral compass was incredibly hot when they started hooking up, but it was kind of annoying now that he wanted to break it off.

“Because you have a boyfriend! And you love him. If he finds out, it’ll break him.”

“What do you care? You haven’t given a shit about James… well, ever. Why start now?” He raised an eyebrow. If Alexander actually cared about what would happen to James if he were to figure this out, they never would have started fucking. Obviously Thomas cared, but he was confident in his ability to not get caught. Alexander wasn’t so confident. James wasn’t the real reason he wanted to stop.

Alex didn’t respond. He shook his head, turning away from Thomas and looking to the window of their hotel room. The sun had set hours ago, and storm clouds were rolling in. He sighed. Great. He had known that a storm was coming tonight, but walked to the hotel anyway. He’d thought that he’d be leaving in the morning.

“Are you going to answer me, or just stare out the window for the rest of the night?” Thomas snapped, a little annoyed. He could have at least told him he wanted to stop before he paid for a very nice hotel room, skipped out on a movie night with his boyfriend, and got a boner.

“It’s gonna storm. I should get going,” Alexander mused, standing up and grabbing his shirt from where it had been tossed to the ground.

Needless to say, that pissed Thomas right off. He shot up grabbed Alexander by his shoulder, spinning him around.

“Yeah, fine. We can stop, I don’t give a shit. Hell, I’ll drive you home just to say we didn’t break it off on horrible terms. But you aren’t leaving this room until I get the truth. Why?”

Alex took a deep breath, then started explaining.

“You remember the first time we hooked up?” He asked, finally meeting the other’s eyes.

“Yeah. My office. You barged in, demanding that I signed something. We started fighting, getting in each other’s faces.”

“And then I kissed you.”

“Yeah, I remember. Missed a lunch date with James for that.”

“Good. Why do you think I kissed you? Do you really still think it was just one thing leading to another?”

“Uh…. yes?” Thomas was officially confused.

“Well, it wasn’t. I mean, I hadn’t meant to. It really was just a fit of passion thing, but it wasn’t the first time I wanted to kiss you.”

Thomas sighed. “So what? Your hot, I’m hot, of course we wanted each other. Where are you going with this?”

“I didn’t just want to kiss you…. I wanted you. But not like this. I wanted to be with you, and I wanted you to love me.” Tears began to stream down his face, but he didn’t look away. “But you love James, and I know that. I just thought… I thought maybe this could lead to something more, or that I’d get over my feelings.”

Thomas was shocked. “But you hated me.”

“I hated you because I knew I couldn’t have you! And then I could…. almost. But still, I want more. I don’t want this! I don’t want to have to sneak off to see you!” He shoved Thomas away, and surprisingly, the larger man stumbled back. “I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”

There was a moment of silence before Thomas managed to get himself to speak.

“Alex… I’m sorry, but I don’t want that. We had our fun, but I love James. I don’t love you.”

Despite the fact that he knew this, Thomas’s words hit Alexander like a bullet to the chest. He tried to nod, wanted to keep his dignity, but within seconds he had dropped to his knees, sobbing.

Thomas sighed. What the hell was he supposed to do? Luckily, after a few minutes Alex had the answer.

“Is it alright if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna walk home in the rain.”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want me to stay?”

“No. Go home to James. I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Thomas stood up, grabbing his things. He picked his phone up and texted James, letting him know he’d be coming back early. He hurried out, rushed by the sounds of Alexander’s labored breathing and choked sobs.

He left without another word, letting the door fall shut behind him as the first clap of thunder hit.

Scars (Hurt pt. 4)

Warnings: pretty smutty in the beginning and a little at the end.


A/N: I’m sad it’s ending but, all good things come to an end. A majority of this is in Peter’s POV. I feel like this is how Peter thinks about love.


Enjoy!

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Peter

I watched the beautiful woman below me, her chest was rising and falling gently as she slept. This was my second time waking up next to her and all I want to do is lock her in a house away from everyone, she would be mine and mine alone. She’d never leave me, I’d never leave her.

“I could do it so simply” I whispered against her hair and ran my fingers along the skin of the thigh that rested atop my legs. [Y/N] was currently pressed against me with her head on my chest and her leg wrapped around me.

I hated her.

I hated what she did to me, the way she laughed at my jokes, the way she smelled, the way she smiled. The way she made me smile, the way she made me laugh, the way she made feel. Especially now as her leg brushed against my hardening member. I just got it down. I groaned at the sensation, waiting for another press, gasping when it came. I let out a whimper as she moved her leg away completely. Only she could get me to whimper. She was so unintentionally sexy.

She rolled onto her back and I listened as her heart rate sped up. She was evil. She looks good enough to eat as her shirt was lifted to the point just below her breasts and her shorts sat dangerously low on her hips. Her lips parted and a moan escaped, I closed my eyes and listened intently. I had to unzip my jeans as they were getting tight. I watched her nipples harden through her top being able to see them even though she wore a bra made it even sexier. I almost felt bad about my hand grasping my aching member. Almost. But I didn’t feel bad, instead I opened my mouth and let a moan escape after she let out another one of her own.

“Peter” she moaned lightly. I wanted to know what she was dreaming about. What was I doing to her in her dreams?  I wanted to do them now. I began pumping myself faster.

“[Y/N]” I whispered and opened my eyes to watch her lips tilt up just slightly.

“Yes,” she moaned in a fever. I was almost over the edge as her heartbeat sped again and she began fidgeting. She was waking up, I held in a groan as I pulled my hand away and manuevered myself back in my pants.

“Nice of you to join the living” I tried to sound calm.

“Oh God. You’re still here?” Her eyes fluttered open as her perfect mouth formed a perfect smile. My heart stopped because for one second I thought she was serious, but that smile gave my heart a restart. She had to be a witch.

“You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago.” I rolled on my side to face her. I held in my wince, painfully aware of my member pressing against my jeans.

“Really? And what could I have possibly said in my sleep?” She placed her hands behind her head, trying to be calm. I could hear her heartbeat though, and it was telling all her secrets.

“Sweetheart, you were just curled up against me like a kitten” a smirk was playing on my lips. “And you were purringvery loudly.” She looked away. I loved doing to her what she did to me.

I was about to continue torturing her when​ my phone rang next to me. I groaned and rolled to answer it, I groaned even louder when I saw that it was Stiles face timing me. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she was watching with curious ones of her own. I sat up and leaned my back against the wall.

“Stiles, it’s too early in the morning for me to look at your face” I told him once I answered and his stupid grin was plastered on his face.

“Awe, don’t be that way. Plus it’s like 2 in the afternoon.” His upbeat attitude was irksome. I rolled my eyes and looked at the time. Fucking hell, the time just got away from me when I was with her.

“What do you want?” I sighed.

“We want to come swimming!” Kira jumped in to view.

“No.” I stated simply

“Pleeeaassee? We’ll get Chinese” he begged. He knew I loved the restaurant they went to, they would never tell me the name. I gave in.

“Fine. But, I want a full chow mein to myself.”

“And sesame chicken” Y/N spoke softly next to me but then covered her mouth as eyes widened as she was out of frame.

“And sesame chicken” I told him, looking back to my phone.

“Wait Peter, what was that?” His grin grew too large for his face. “Is that a girl?” I hung up.

“Holy shit that was close.” She sighed in relief. I’d be lying if I said her relief didn’t sting, I didn’t know we were a secret.

“Don’t want them to know about our secret rendezvous?” I quirked my eyebrow and leaned into her. She leaned away and furrowed her own, the scent of worry leaked into my nose as I inhaled. A look she gave me when I was being stupid, when I let an emotion show. How did she always know?

“You’re no secret, Peter.” Her eyes searched my face. “I just think it’d be hard to explain sleeping with each other without actually… sleeping with each other?” She tried to explain. I must have looked better because I didn’t deserve the smile she gave me.

“True. No one would believe that I’d be able to keep my hands off of you.” The way her breath hitched made me want to continue, “Hell, I barely do.” I smirked as she pushed her legs together.

Her phone beeped and she read the text aloud.“‘Hey, meet us at Peter’s in thirty​, we’re going swimming!!!’ Wow, Three exclamation points… Kira’s excited” she laughed lightly and I scoffed.

“How do you propose the whole sleeping not sleeping thing?” I glanced at her “Because you reek of me… Among other things” I had her blushing again as she stood quickly and walked to her dresser.

“Do I really smell that bad?” She mumbled as she rummaged through her clothes. I took the chance to move behind her.

“Sweetheart, you smell absolutely delicious.” I whispered in her ear and took a deep inhale.

“You’re right, I should shower to get your scent off of me.” she walked to the bathroom quickly but not before I could see the smile forming on hers face.

“That’s not really how it works” I called to her.
—-
After [Y/N]’s shower it was my turn and I took a shorter one than her to her surprise. We rushed down the stairs to my car, we realized that we would need to get to my place before them so that I could change and we could come up with a plan. I’d explained to her my scent won’t just wash off, we’d have to go days without physical contact. Something that I never wanted to happen.

“We made it!” She said after I’d run up to my apartment at werewolf speed and changed into shorts.

“Not exactly.” I motioned to myself. “We still smell like each other” I didn’t mind one bit.

“I have an idea” she said after a second and to my surprise and delight, she lifted the white cover up, over her head and smiled. I watched her with hungry eyes. I’m convinced she’s trying to kill me because now all she wore was a, deep red bikini that tied at the sides. I was brought out of my daze when I felt a push on my back. I turned with a raised eyebrow and lowered my defenses when I was met with a mischievous smile and another push, this time I allowed my body to move. Big mistake, suddenly I was submerged in water, I swam to the top and shook out my hair with a glare.

“Seriously? I told you, it doesn’t work like that.” I climbed out of the pool.

“Yeah but, if we look like we’re playing, that’s the alibi.” She grinned. It was a solid plan, better than mine.

“I knew I liked you” I poked her nose and smirked at her before I scooped her into my arms before hopping in the pool with her. What the hell am I doing?

“Shit.” She hissed when we came up for air. She brought her hand to her face and looked at it, I watched her pained expression.

“What happened?” I grabbed her wrist and looked at her hand. There were three claw marks on the back of her hand, claw marks that I left when I told her about my eyes, they softened and I kissed every mark.  "Never again…“ I told her as I held her hand, taking the pain away.

“It’s fine, they’ll be fine” She smiled at me “I’ll just have a few small scars” she pulled her hand away and rubbed her wrist. “Thank you though, it’s like it never happened” her eyes sparkled up at me.

“If it starts hurting again just come to me” I was being drawn in to her, “come to me for anything.” I spoke lowly as I wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped my head to lean my forehead against hers. I groaned when I heard the sputtering of Stiles’s shitty Jeep.

“What?” She questioned breathlessly.

“They’re here” I grumbled and got out of the pool once again she followed. “Showtime” I tilted my head slightly and smiled.

Once I saw Kira and Liam running to the pool I picked Y/N up and spun her before tossing her in once again. She came up for air and I laughed at the look she gave me.

“My payment?” I asked Kira who was already beginning to throw her pool supplies in. I heard Y/N say hi to Liam and begin making her way out of the pool I turned just in time to catch her swimming to the edge and climbing the ladder out of the pool, she pushed her hair back as she walked over to where she could grab a towel.

“She may as well be a Playboy bunny” Lydia spoke behind me. When I turned I saw, Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Lydia and my lovely nephew Derek gaping at her.

“Hey guys!” She looked up and gave the group a wide smile. Her voice must have brought them out of their daze because as soon as she spoke, Stiles, Scott, and Isaac began pushing past each other as they said their collective hellos.

It’s going to be a long day.
—-
I watched as Y/N sat on Derek’s shoulders opposite Kira who sat on Isaac’s. I wanted to feel angry at the fact that someone else was so close to that area of her body but, the happiness she wore made it impossible. I let out a small laugh when she fell into the water after Kira tickled her to get her to fall.

“You’re staring.” Lydia’s voice broke me from my gaze. I took a sip of my drink and stared straight ahead. I could feel her standing next to me, if it wasn’t Y/N, I’d have to say that Lydia was the least annoying person in Scott’s pack. I actually liked her. How could I not? She brought me back to life.

“So is everyone else,” I muttered at the small girl beside me. It was true, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of her. Even now, as she swam to Liam to dunk his head, the boy nearly had a heart attack at the touch. Stiles was watching as he slipped through a straw and Scott sat on the pool chair next to him, trying to avert his eyes to any and everything.

“True but, you’ve been staring for months” she folded her lips. It was true, but it was much more than mere months. I’ve just been getting sloppy.

“So have you, apparently” I placed a smirk on my face. “Anything you want to tell me?” I leaned against the wall next to me.

“Ugh. No thank you, I prefer my men not to crawl out from the depths of hell.” Her tone was light “Besides, you’ve only got eyes for her” She nodded to Y/N, who was currently making her way over to us. “Stop staring Peter, before it’s too late” she walked away, but not before a tilt of her head that landed in Scott and Stiles’s direction. When I followed, my eyes landed on Scott, who was watching Y/N intently.

“Where’s she going?” She furrowed her eyebrows in Lydia’s direction when she reached me.

“Don’t know, couldn’t care less” I took a drink.

“Rude.” She giggled.

“You having fun?” I didn’t want to waste my time with her talking about anyone else.

“I’d be having a lot more if you’d join in on the festivities” she looked at me with big eyes. She pulled out the big guns fast, usually she saved this look for when I didn’t participate in birthday parties.

“What? I was just talking to Lydia” was that whiney tone really me? God she turned me into a big ball of mush. She kept looking. “Okay, if you want me that badly… Push me in” I smirked and walked to the pool, stopping just before the edge.

Much to my surprise, I felt her warm thighs wrap around me from behind and her arms were wrapped around my neck as I fell into the pool with her on my back. When I came up for air, I was immediately dunked back under. The second time I came up I was met with melodic laughter and a beautiful smile. I matched both with some of my own.

“See? Fun.” She said once her laughter died down.

“Yeah. Trying to kill me is everyone’s favorite pastime” I rolled my eyes and she laughed once again.

“If I was trying to kill you, you’d know” it was her turn to roll her eyes. We were interrupted when Liam did a cannonball. ‘Fun’ she mouthed as she swam away and Kira gathered the courage to splash me.

After a while I began enjoying myself, much to my dismay. Stiles and Isaac had double teamed me in a water gun fight and Lydia had to come ‘Save me’. I swam to the edge of the pool and leaned against the edge, my elbows resting on either side of me. I would love to say that I didn’t notice when her legs started dangling in the water next to me, but I was painfully aware of everything she did. We sat quietly for a while, watching everyone, we didn’t speak to each other until, she placed a hand on one of my biceps and squeezed lightly.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, shocked at the sudden sensation. My hand instinctively resting on hers.

“Not at all.”  She bit her lip softly.

Reader

Peter’s fingers felt warm against yours as you sat with each other. The sun had gone down by now and all the wolves were getting much rowdier. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him all day, and it’s not because he was shirtless. It’s funny how you never realized how much you looked at him before. But now, you may as well have it plastered on your forehead. Your thoughts broke when Peter let go of your hand.

“Y/N?” Scott spoke up next to you. You jumped just a little and looked up at him.

“Scott?” You mocked his tone and smiled at him.

“Can we talk?” He looked serious. You furrowed your brows and stood.

“Yeah, you okay?” You took a glance at Peter but, he was already swimming away. You took the towel that Scott handed you and wrapped it around yourself as you began walking towards the parking lot.

“I thought you weren’t sleeping with Peter” he told you once you’d reached Stiles’s Jeep.

“I’m not we-” you began.

“Don’t lie to me” his eyes flashed red for a second, you backed away. Scott didn’t notice, “I can smell you right here. I can smell you over where his car his. You practically live here. I’ve been smelling you here for over six months. I bet if we left for your apartment I’d smell him there, too.” he crossed his arms.

“ If you must know. He spent the night at mine last night and I have clothes left here because I forget them and-” you stopped short realizing how bad this sounds. “Look Scott, I don’t have to explain myself to you. And I definitely don’t have to explain what goes down in my nether regions” you glared at him, tired of the third degree.

“You do if I think you’re in danger! Being alone with Peter is the last thing you want to do.” Scott said in a huff.

“And how would you know, Scott? Maybe all the smelling you’ve been doing is taking up your ability to listen to reason. I mean come on, we’re standing in a parking lot, dripping wet. We look fuckin’ crazy!” You spread your arms to show the scene around you.

“You don’t understand” he started.

“No, you don’t understand. Is it so hard to think that not everyone is shitting on Peter? That he actually cares about us? He risks his life just as much as the rest of you! You’re at his house right now. Listen, Scott, you’re not his alpha, and you’re definitely not mine. so you can flash your little eyes all you want, but it’s not going to stop me from being an adult.” You rolled your eyes. You knew that hurt him a little but, it hurt you that he didn’t believe you.

You began to walk away but Scott grabbed your wrist and pulled you against his chest. “This isn’t about Peter” he said softly. Before he pressed his lips to yours, you kissed back for one second before stopping. The kiss that he was trying to give you would have been dubbed passionate if they were the right lips. He pulled away when he noticed you’d stopped kissing back. “What’s wrong?“he dropped his hold on you.

"Maybe before, Scott…” You began. It was true, you’d had a crush on Scott for a while but that ended a long time ago. You kissed his cheek and squeezed his arm. “You’re an amazing friend…But, you’re not him” you shrugged and made your way back to the pool.

It was time to tell him everything you’d been feeling since the night at Derek’s loft. Even before then, you’d noticed Peter’s eyes on you more often than not. That made you curious, and you found yourself watching him. The friendship that you and Peter had was much more than that, you didn’t want to admit that you developed feelings for him. Much more than any crush.

“The other night was incredible, Peter” The woman said. Peter? Not Peter Hale. You rounded the corner slowly and saw Peter leaning against the wall standing over a woman with incredibly dark haired woman with long legs, she looked to be in her mid 40’s, she still had a youthful glow to her, maybe it was the Botox. Then other night? Seriously.

“Maybe we should do it again sometime” He leaned down to her shoulder. A rage came over you.

“Yeah. Maybe you should” you said as you passed him, bumping his shoulder as you did. You’re pretty sure it hurt you more than him. You walked over to grab your purse and your keys, you looked at your keyring and got a look of determination in your eyes. You made your way inside to the elevator and pressed Peter’s floor. You saw him begin making his way to the elevator just as the doors closed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He said once you reached his door.

“How’d you get up here?” You looked at him accusingly

“I took the stairs” he look at you quizzically. You sighed. Of course he did. You ignored him and began unlocking the door.
“Better question is, why do you have a key to my house?” He didn’t stop you as you opened the door, just followed you.

“Was a dare.” You mumbled curtly, remembering that time that you’d been dared to steal Peter’s keys, he’d had to stay at Derek’s for a few days because he was locked out.

“Original question: What are you doing?” Amusement danced in his eyes, it pissed you off that he thought this was funny. You were still reeling from your confrontation with Scott so it made you extremely irritated. You ignored him as you began searching through his dresser, he grabbed your wrist. “What. Are. You. Doing?” He glared.

“I’m here to take my clothes out of your creepy shrine.” You seethed at him once you ripped your wrist from his hand. “Don’t worry, you can go back to your housewife, I won’t steal anything” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked hurt, you went back to searching because you didn’t think that you’d ever cause that look in his eyes.

You started pulling your clothes out once you found them and you heard his breathing get heavy behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the wall, both your wrists were held above your head. “Why are you so mad” he growled, his fangs were out and that should have terrified you but, you weren’t afraid.

“Let me go.” You tried to move your wrists from his grasp to no avail, ignoring the fact that your heart was picking up in pace at his proximity.

“No. Tell me why, now.” His patience was running out.

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with some married woman with boobs so fake that you could use them as floating devices.” You huffed, looking away from him. “I can’t believe you want to do it again.” You mumbled.

“That’s a crock of bullshit!” He yelled, his fangs retreating. “What? Am I supposed to tell you about my nighttime activities? Is it in the best friend clause?” He narrowed his eyes as he spoke sarcastically.

“No, I just think you can do better” you narrowed your eyes back. He let go and backed away. He let out a low chuckle as his eyes raked your body. It was terrifying.

“You’re jealous.” He shook his head as if trying to wrap his mind around it. “You don’t get to be jealous. And you don’t get to react like this when you’re jealous for the first time.”

“I’m not jealous.” You finally pushed yourself off the wall.

“I can smell it on you.” He said through gritted teeth. “You think it’s fair for you to be jealous right now? Because I’m sleeping with someone? I’ve had to watch you go on shitty dates for over a year. I was literally in your bed last night because you didn’t get laid.” He said so harshly that it made you wince.  "But now you’re mad that I did?!“ You started to leave but his frame blocked the door.

"I’m not. jealous.” You repeated, trying to sound honest.

“Now you’re lying to me. You’re lying to yourself. I see the way you respond to me, how you have to stop short everytime you think we’re going too far.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yes fine. I’m jealous, okay? I know I don’t have a right to be but, I am. I don’t understand why. I don’t understand anything when it comes to you.” You walked closer to him. “But don’t think I don’t notice you stop short, too. You tease and tease but you’re never ready to seal the deal.” You huffed and it was Peter’s turn to look away.

“Because I don’t deserve you. What happens if you fall in love with me too and I hurt you? You think that I’ll be able to live with myself? You think that I’ll let anyone else live?” His eyes flashed blue once they were looking at you. “Every day with you is torture.” You furrowed your brows. “I am so attuned to you it’s debilitating. I hear your voice when it’s 50 feet away, I smell your scent everytime I breathe, I smell your hate, your love, jealousy, passion. Everything. I don’t keep your clothes here because I’m nice they’re here because I need to remind myself that I don’t deserve you. I do it all to remind myself of that. I would have been fine, torturing myself every single day. But then you had to go and decide to be my 'best friend’. I’m not in the market for friendship but, I’d do anything for you.” He was breathing like he’d just run 10 miles.

“You love me?” You said once he was finished. He gave you a look that said seriously? “I heard everything else but… You love me?” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Sweetheart, I’m in the 'love you so much I’ll go crazy if I don’t spend every second of the day with you’ kind of love.” He admitted, looking you in the eyes. Your heart skipped a beat.

“If you can hear me from 50 feet, how come you didn’t hear what I said to Scott?” You said softly, changing the subject. Peter Hale couldn’t love you, could he?

“Now you’re mad at me for not listening to your conversations?” His voice was light and a small smile was on his face. “Shut up and let me kiss you.” He said before scooping you in his arms and pressing his lips against yours.

It had been a week since you felt his lips against yours but, it felt like a lifetime. He pushed his tongue into your mouth quickly and you fought a losing battle for dominance. Your wrapped you legs around his waist and moaned when you felt his member against you, through your bikini bottoms. He moaned at the same sensation.

Suddenly you were atop the dresser with Peter stood between your legs, his mouth was on yours in a fierce heat, there was lip biting and hair pulling. The kiss didn’t stop until you needed air and even then his lips were on your neck, your shoulder, down the middle of your chest. You pulled his swim trunks down and blushed as you felt the size of his member. He wasn’t lying. A moan escaped your lips as he bit down on your collarbone and pulled the strings to your bikini top. He massaged his hand on one of your breasts as the top fell.

“Peter…” You moaned and ran your hands through his hair.

“I swear to God, if you say 'we can’t’. Someone’s dieing tonight.” He said against the skin of your breasts. You giggled lightly but, it turned into a moan as Peter bit your nipple softly before taking it into his mouth.

“I was going… to say let’s… go to the bed” you said, trying to catch your breath. He pulled away and smirked.

“Oh no no no, Sweetheart. I said no beds for our first time” he pulled your bottoms off. “I’m keeping that promise.” He began attacking your lips once more.
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“No beds, huh?” You said as you stretched out on Peter’s bed. You watched as Peter tugged a shirt over his head, already having put on sweats.

“I said first time. No one said anything about round two and three.” He smirked at you and crawled into the bed.

“You really love me, huh?” You bit your lip once he came to hover above you.

“I do.” He nodded firmly before giving you a soft slow kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll say it as many times as you need for you to believe it.” He kissed you between 'i love yous’. You didn’t know how to feel, you definitely felt more for this man than any other but, love? “You don’t have to say it back. Not until you’re ready” Hurt showed through his eyes for a fleeting second before he said “You’ll say it back soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.” Peter meant it to be romantic but, it came out menacing and you couldn’t help but smile at the promise.

“I know you will.” You smiled up at him. You would make it your goal for him to never have that look in his eye again. “You still have that Chinese food?” You blushed out after your stomach rumbled lightly. He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead before climbing off the bed.

“I knew you were just using me for the Chinese.” He smiled.

“Of course I am. Why else would I be here?” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you both were laughing before Peter made his way out the door.

“Tell Scott that if he ever kisses you again. I’ll become the new Alpha” he growled and went to get the food.

Crafting Effective Dialogue

I am going to do my best to give you tips on how to create effective dialogue, as crafting effective dialogue is a very difficult thing for many writers, including myself, to do. Back in December I did a high school visit. The teacher told me her creative writing students had issues creating effective dialogue, so I played an activity with them. I’m not sure how successful it was, but I hope they took something away from it. In any case, I’m going to draw upon that activity to lay out some tips here. 

This post will be longer than my Creating Effective Action Scene post. 

  • Dialogue should reveal something about the character. Dialogue is an effective way of showing something about a character, or conveying how a character is feeling. Here is a line of dialogue from my novel, When Stars Die. A little bit of context first: Amelia is currently spying on shadows she has been seeing for a few weeks. She has no idea why she has been seeing them, but something in her tells her that they are real.

Colette’s voice rises behind me, a quiet thing in the tremors of my mind. “Are you searching for those shadows again?” 

 This conveys a few things. The line before it shows that Amelia is terrified, that not even Colette’s presence is enough to calm her. Colette is her best friend. Colette’s dialogue conveys that she knows Amelia has been seeing these shadows for some time, but that she doesn’t believe they’re real. After this dialogue, Amelia thinks how she has no reason to tell Colette that she is seeing them. Now I could have had Amelia simply say that Colette doesn’t believe the shadows are real, but instead I follow up with another line of dialogue that has Colette trying to ease Amelia’s worries by telling her that it’s stress for the impending trials that Amelia will have to face if she wants to become a professed nun.

  • Dialogue should reflect a character’s personality. If your character is a well-read person, that character’s dialogue should reflect that he or she is. If your character skips school a lot, lives a troubled life, and wanders the streets a lot, your character is probably going to cuss more than usual, have a more cynical way of speaking, and your character is probably going to be more honest and forthright when others are asking for opinions from said character. But don’t fall into stereotypes, either.
  • Dialogue should be authentic, but should be an edited version of a way a person would speak. Listen to how people speak. People tend to put a lot of ‘umms,’ ‘ers,’ ‘likes,’ ’yeahs,’ and pauses and breaks between sentences, which is not something readers want. You want dialogue to be real, but you don’t want to litter your sentences with these inflections. For example:

“Um…I, uh, want to order some fries, and uh…what’s that up there? Oh, a burger. Yeah, um. I want that.” She nods. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds good, and uh, um…oh…that’s it.”

That’s how a real indecisive person would talk. Let’s edit it down to something like this. 

“Um…I want to order some fries.” She pauses, looking up at the menu. “What’s that up there? Oh, a burger. I want that, too. That sounds good.” Her eyes pass over the menu, then she looks at the cashier. “That’s it. Thanks!”

Just listen to the way an actual person speaks and edit out any inflections. Read your dialogue out loud, too. If it sounds funny, it will probably read odd to your readers. 

  • Show the tone of your dialogue. You want to limit your use of adverbs when writing a story. Period. You especially want to try to avoid them in dialogue. Strong verbs are often best used in place of adverbs, but let me give you an example to show you what I’m talking about when I say show the tone of your dialogue. 

“I am so pissed!” he said harshly. 

This is basically me telling readers that he said it harshly. Now let me show you:

His finger tensed on the screen of his smartphone. He wanted to smash the phone so he could forget she ever sent him that text. “I am so pissed!”

It’s wordier, of course, but the fact that he wants to smash his phone conveys how angry he is without having to use an adverb. I didn’t even have to use a dialogue tag because of the preceding sentences. If there is plenty of context before your dialogue, you can simply write “I am so pissed!” and that will be enough to let readers know that, obviously, he’s saying it harshly. 

  • Dialogue should stand on its own. You don’t want to weigh it down with exposition. For example:

“Remember last summer when I kissed that guy and you were there? You were totally stunned when I kissed him, and you told me I was an idiot.”

“Yeah, and we were in the 9th grade, too! Now we’re in the 10th grade, and there’s this other guy you want to kiss, and you’re not going to be an idiot this time, because this guy is cute.”

Can you tell this dialogue is actually talking to the reader and not the characters talking among themselves? You shouldn’t have to have the characters tell readers about what happened last summer, that they were in the 9th grade when it happened, now they’re in the 10th grade, and now there is another boy this person wants to kiss. 

It reads and sounds unnatural. Exposition only works when the other character has no knowledge of the thing being explained. Otherwise, it’s an info dump, and you don’t want that in your dialogue. 

  • Your dialogue should have purpose. Dialogue should build toward something or reveal something. You don’t want your characters to spend too long, bantering back and forth about something that may be completely irrelevant to the plot. Your characters must speak for a reason. They shouldn’t talk just to talk, like people tend to do in real life.
  • Use gestures, actions, and dialogue tags. Dialogue tags should be used when readers have no clue who is speaking, or when an action is proceeding the dialogue spoken. Nodding, smiling, laughing, glaring, pointing, ect., ect., ect., are all forms of gestures. Use these to convey the tone of dialogue. Have your characters interact with the environment, too, while they are speaking. That is considered an action. Refer to the dialogue examples above for examples of actions I use to strengthen dialogue. 

 

  • Dialogue should be surprising. You don’t want readers to be able to know what a character is going to say next. 

That’s it for my advice on dialogue! Any questions on anything in the post, feel free to message me.

My next post will be advice on how to handle your editor once you have signed a contract with a publisher, for those aspiring authors—or how to handle edits period with either your agent or editor. 

Over Protective

Requested by Anon.
Pairing: Winchester! daughter x John
Summary: She brings home her first boyfriend and John goes into full protective daddy mode.

Word Count: 1,178

Warnings: Dad threatening boyfriend
A/N: Honestly this is a first for me. I’ve never written anything with John so I hope I did him well. Also, I’ve never had a boyfriend so I’ve never been through this situation.

     I watched my boyfriend maneuver down the halls and stop by my locker.
“Hey, babe.” He smiled.
“Hi, Aaron.” I returned a smile. “How was your day?”
“Lonely without you.” He frowned.
“Cheesy much?” I chuckled.
He grinned. “Only for you.”
“What do you want to do tonight?” I pondered.
He thought for a moment while we walked outside. “How about movies at your place?”
“My place.” I echoed. “Why my place?”
“Just changing things up.” He shrugged. “Is that okay?”
I swallowed. “Yeah. Let me text me brothers and let them know.”
“Awesome.” He said. “I’ll be there about 5 o’clock.”
“Okay. Love you.” I said and gave him a quick kiss before starting my car.
“Love you too!” He called while heading to his car.
     I drove home and unlocked the door. Sam was sitting at the table buried in one of his books. He was 6 years older than me and graduated a while back. I was only 16 so I was the baby of the family.
“Hey, sis.” He said without looking up.
“What’s up, Sammy? Where’s Dean and Dad?” I asked while ruffling his hair.
“Hey! Stop it.” He whined. “They’re on their way back from the store.”
“Can you get rid of them for a while longer?” I pleaded.
He eyed me. “Why?”
“Aaron wants to come over and watch movies tonight.” I explained.
“I’m not seeing a problem.” He shrugged.
I exhaled loudly. “Dad hasn’t met Aaron yet and I really don’t want him scaring off my first boyfriend.”
Sam chuckled. “If he can’t handle Dad then I don’t see the relationship lasting.”
“Are you going to help me or not?” I begged.

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Leave Me Alone

Braun Strowman/OC: Braun’s begging to be left alone. Just for a while. He just wants to be alone. Angst.

YIKES YIKES YIKES I’M SORRY

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Found

Steve Rogers X Reader Soulmate AU

A/N: I know I said I was going to bed, but ERMERGERD!! I finally hit 200 followers!! I have been obsessing over Soulmate AUs, lately, so I figured what a great time to try and bang one out! A special occasion fluff piece! Thank you so much for those who have followed me! 200 may not be a lot to some of you, but it is a huge milestone for me!

Summary: Soulmates are born with their partner’s name tattooed over their heart. What happens when the reader is born with a famous missing Captain America’s name?

Warnings: A poor deer gets hit by a car, minor accident, very little injury and blood.

Word Count: About 1700 words (more or less)

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Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Steven Grant Rogers.

When I was born, my parents and doctors were astonished. Captain America had been presumed dead since the forties, making it an impossible scenario at the time. History books never mentioned that he had a name tattooed over his heart. He hadn’t made that information public. I guess soulmates were considered controversial at that period of time, since there was not a lot of information about it.

“You mustn’t let anybody know who your soulmate is, Y/N.” My father always warned, failing to hide the fear laced in his voice. “You don’t want the wrong people to know this piece of information. It could do a lot of damage and get you hurt.”

So, I covered up the delicate writing. Foundation and high-cut shirts became my life-line. I never told anybody that I had a soulmate, and people didn’t question me. Not everybody’s born with a soulmate, anyways.

The world is cruel. I would rather have had no soulmate, instead of a dead one.

I had gotten pretty good at hiding my tattoo, and refused to let the sting of knowing I would never meet my other half get me down. I had graduated high school with honors, graduated from a great college, and got a job as a nurse in a local hospital in New York. I loved my job. I worked really hard to have a good life, and enjoyed the satisfaction of knowing that I was helping people.

Then he was found. He was alive.

I was sitting in the break room, talking to one of my colleagues about an upcoming vacation I’d planned, when someone had shouted to turn on the TV.

Captain America Alive – Frozen in time!

The headlines all said it.

My heart almost stopped beating. He was alive. After all this time. He was alive.

I ran to the restroom to call my mother. “Did you see the television?” I all but shouted, hands shaking.

“I did.” She responded, a smile in her voice. “He’s alive, after all this time.”

“What do I do? I don’t want to freak him out! I’m sure waking up in a different era after being frozen is hard enough, without adding me into the mix.” I sat down on the counter, next to the sink. I needed to think this through, before making any rash decisions. I was overjoyed. I was nervous. I was hurt. I had spent my whole life believing that I was never going to meet my other half. Thinking that the universe was playing a cruel joke on me by giving me the name of a dead man.

I had been wrong after all this time.

“It’s up to you, sweetheart. You need to be the one to make the decision.” I could faintly hear the television in the background of the phone. “If you really want to meet him, you don’t need to do it today. Do it in your own time.”

So that’s what I did. I waited. Three years.

I had followed what he was doing through the news and social media, over time. He had joined a group that called themselves The Avengers, and was trying to do some good in the world.

I was trying to get my life in order, before I met him. I was paying off my student loans, I was working a lot, and I had moved closer to Stark Tower – now called The Avengers Tower – to be close when I was ready to talk to him.

After a particularly grueling day at the hospital – a twelve hour shift – I was supposed to be making my way to see my parents for an upcoming birthday. I was tired. It was really late at night, and I was skipping the set-up with my mother, since the party was the next day. It was a gross night, the rain was coming down in sheets, and it was way too cold. I had been wearing my scrubs, but the shirt was too dirty, so I was driving with my scrub pants and a tank top, making sure the heat in my car cranked up.

Luckily, traffic was pretty light, but the rain was not letting up.

“What the hell! Pass me, asshole.” I muttered, looking in my rearview mirror at a giant SUV behind me. “What, are you trying to pick your goddamn teeth in my mirror?”

My eyes had only flicked to the SUV for a second, but when I looked forward all I saw were a pair of shining eyes.

DEER! SHIT!

I gasped, slamming the brakes as the deer was tumbling onto my hood and smashing into my windshield. My body was forced forward, and my face made contact with the steering wheel. My foot felt like it was forcing my body weight onto the brake, and I threw my car in park, praying I was on the side of the road. “God dammit.” I yelled, bringing my hand up to my throbbing nose, and it came away sticky with blood. I felt it, and – luckily – it hadn’t been broken.

Shit. My windshield was fucked.

The deer!

I clicked off my seatbelt, throwing open my door. Before I climbed out, I grabbed my dirty scrub shirt, pressing it against my face to soak up the bleeding.

“Woah, are you sure you want to be getting out of the car, right now?” A woman’s voice said from a few feet behind my car. “Are you okay?”

My windshield was splattered with blood and hair, and the car was totaled. “Fuck! So much for paying off my car!” This fucking sucks.

I turned to the woman, and froze in my tracks. I would recognize that red hair anywhere. Natasha Romanoff? The Black fucking Widow? “Uhh, I’m fine. I just hit my nose. It’s bleeding, but it isn’t-”

HOLY SHIT.

The passenger door to the SUV opened, revealing none other than him. Captain America.

He was a lot bigger in person. He was tall, broad, and handsome. His hair was so golden blonde, but dirty at the same time. And his blue eyes stood out from his clear, attractive face. They were the most beautiful shade of blue I had ever seen.

Oh, God, I’m freaking out…

Oh, shit. You were talking, Y/N.

“-It isn’t broken. I’m more pissed about my car.” I shivered, rain making the cold seep into my exposed flesh, and shock of the accident waring off. “I just need to call a tow.”

“I already called one, Ma’am.” His perfect voice flooded my ears, and I had to stop myself from embarrassing myself by swooning. “Are you sure you’re okay? That’s a lot of blood.”

I nodded, using the soiled scrub shirt to wipe the blood from my face and chest. I tossed it into the car and grabbed my umbrella to block off the rain, “D-did they say how long they would be?”

“Twenty Minutes.” He responded, unzipping his hoodie and tossing it to me, “Take this. You don’t want to catch a cold.” Such a gentleman.

I was so focused on not embarrassing myself in front of Steve, that I didn’t notice Natasha eyeing up my badge and my half-wiped makeup over my tattoo. “Hey, Steve.” She looked over, beckoning him closer. “Check out the name on her badge.”

My heart stopped beating. Oh, shit. My eyes were almost bugging out of my head, and I could tell that she knew exactly whose name was tattooed over my heart.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” He read aloud, voice questioning. His head sprung up, looking serious and taken aback, “Your middle name wouldn’t be Y/M/N, would it?”

I smiled sheepishly, taking my sleeve and wiping the rest of the dripping foundation off my chest, “Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiled, a look of relief on his face. “You’re my soulmate.”

I felt my face blush, and I bit my lip – heat radiating off my cheeks as he walked up to me, “And you’re mine.”

“Why didn’t you say anything, before?” He questioned as Natasha walked back over to the SUV.

I wrung my hands together, nervousness taking over my body, “Well, uh, I don’t know. I mean, it’s pretty surreal seeing you in person and not on the news.” I wrapped his hoodie tighter around my body, “Plus, I mean, I thought you were dead my whole life, so I never exactly planned out what I would say the first time I ever met you.”

His face fell, “I’m sorry. I had my whole life before the ice thinking about meeting you, and you spent yours thinking that I was never going to be with you.” He gently grabbed my hand, leaving my other one free so I could hold the umbrella. “I’ve had a whole speech planned since I knew what this tattoo meant, and I’ve forgotten every line.” He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. “I’m happy to finally meet you, Doll. You’re beautiful.”

I cleared my throat, “You’re not so bad yourself, Captain.” Oh my god, he isn’t disappointed. Thank god.

“You can call me by my name, you know.” He winked, leaning against my dripping car. “So, do you want to go get some coffee, or something?”

“Oh, shoot!” I pulled my hand out of his, and leaned back into my car to grab my phone, “I was on my way to my parents’ house for a birthday that’s supposed to be tomorrow.” I quick texted my mother, letting her know that I was going to be late without going into details. “I would love, some coffee, though.”

He chuckled, running his hand through his wet hair, “Why don’t we leave Natasha with your car, and I’ll take you to your parents’ house? We can stop for coffee on the way?”

“Sure, that sounds lovely.” I was so relieved that he wasn’t disappointed. I had always dreamed of meeting my other half. This was not a dream, this was reality – and I was so ecstatic, I could cry.

Natasha came over, tossing Steve the keys to the SUV and my suitcase from the back seat. “You kids have fun, I’ll have this towed back to the tower. Make Stark pay for it.”

Steve ushered me over to the vehicle, opening my door and taking my umbrella from me. He jogged over to the driver’s side door and closed my umbrella, hopping in and starting up the SUV.

As he pulled back onto the highway, his right hand took hold of my left, “I am really glad I found you, Doll.”

Another blush crept its way over my skin, and I gave his hand a little squeeze, “I’m really glad I found, you, too.”

As we rode, I felt a sense of happiness spread through me. My soulmate had finally found me, and I’d finally found him.

My heart felt complete.

I could finally show my tattoo to the world.

Steven Grant Rogers.

My soulmate.

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@luckynumber1213 @mrsnegan25

I am unsure whether to tell you,
That I like you, that I want
To know everything about you,
I didn’t hear a word of what you said
Because I was too busy imagining
What your thoughts taste of and
How our hands could interlock
Together.

But I do not.
I let flames die.
Texts stop.
You cannot hurt me if I do not let you
In, past the walls I have built long ago
And have never lived without.
You are an amateur at what I
Have a PhD in.

—  A letter to something we never were // Harper Calloway
Zach Werenski #7

Again, another imagine that wasn’t requested.. But I do have some Zach requests so hopefully this ties you all over till I get to those :) I got this inspiration while listening to Mess Is Mine by Vance Joy so give that a listen if you wanna! 

Word Count: 2,278

It couldn’t be him. What in the world were the odds that he would be at the farmers market so early on a Sunday morning. But you swore you saw him, as you picked up a fresh soft peach from the wooden bucket, you saw him. That dark brown hair, his wide hazel eyes, and you couldn’t miss though stupidly perfect eyebrows either. Truthfully, you thought your eyes were just playing tricks on you, till you looked up again and he was closer this time. 

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starfire

pairing: youngjae x reader

genre: mostly angst x fluff 

word count: 3.050

anon requested

authors note: I’m a sucker for angst. hope I did justice to your request and I hope you enjoy this! big thanks to for requesting!


There’s nothing more embarrassing—you concluded—than being stood up for the third time in a month. It had been four hours since your date was supposed to have started. Of course, you knew that conflicting schedules came with the territory of dating an idol and you had done your best to be understanding of the restrictions. But it wasn’t his absence that really put you on edge, it was the fact that there was never a warning.  

In this daunting age of technology, you figured it should be second nature for your boyfriend, the love of your life, to at least send you a measly text message to let you know he won’t be able to make it. Anything would be better than decking yourself all out and driving all the way to the reserved restaurant, only to wait for someone that wasn’t going to make an appearance.  

Fuming, you yank your shoes from your feet and fling them into your shoe closet. You know there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Youngjae canceling a date with you. But he hadn’t answered any of your calls or texts. It was like talking to a brick wall. Actually no, you were positive that at least a brick wall will break under pressure. To top it all off, you were sure everyone at the restaurant could tell you had been stood up. Usually, you hardly cared about public opinion but by gods, you had been so humiliated.  

You know in a few hours Youngjae is going blow up your phone when he remembers that he forgot. If there was something you admired about him, it was his tenacity. But at the same time, you know you can never stay mad at him. You understand that he can’t help it if he’s busy with preparations for shows, interviews and everything else. However, that doesn’t stop the irritation bubbling within you.  

Christ, get a grip y/n, you try to calm yourself down. In a few months, it will be all over and you can fall back to the regular daily life you’ve been accustomed to. Not one where you are constantly plagued with the fear of being forgotten and always checking your phone even though you know there’s nothing interesting happening in there.  

Trudging your feet into your living room, you pull out your phone and mindlessly check if he’s sent anything new. But all that you’re met with is an enthusiastic  

Youngjae: Practice will end soon!! and I can finally be reunited with the most beautiful soul alive :) ah, I miss your face too much. See you soon babe <3

See you soon, he said, see you he didn’t. God, you hate that you’re being so petty to the whole situation but it’s not like you have an on and off button on your emotions. Your father had always encouraged emotional expression and you were positive this could be categorized under that. You mull over possibly leaving Youngjae another voicemail. The last one you’d sent had been two hours ago when you were assertive the waiter was giving you the stink eye because you hadn’t yet placed an order.  

The only bright light in this ordeal is that you at least got something to eat before you called it a night. You flop onto the sofa and close your eyes. Maybe if you sleep it off, you wouldn’t be as frustrated when you woke up. Anger can do a whole lot of things and you don’t want to say something that you don’t mean in the heat of the moment. Taking a deep breath, you channel your energy into sleeping for a few hours.  

You’re so out of it that you don’t hear the slipping of keys into your apartments keyhole and even the loud as death screech it makes every time it’s pulled open does nothing to wake you up. In fact, you don’t realize the other presence in the room until you feel the something moving up your arm. In a state of alarm, you push yourself up and dramatically flail your arms around you.  

In swift movements, he catches your forearms with his fingers. “Hey, hey. It’s me,” he says and you realize that thing that had stirred you awake was your favorite blanket. The one you always offered Youngjae whenever he stayed over.  

“Oh,” you can’t help the feeling of disappointment falling into your voice.  

Taking in his appearance you notice the bags under his eyes, they were worse than the last time you had seen him. As always he reminds you of something exquisite and intangible. Even with his tired eyes he still makes you feel a thousand things at once. There will always be something about him that makes you feel safe. His smile is strained and you can tell that all he wants to do is sleep, you know you probably shouldn’t bring it up but it falls out of your lips before you can restrain it.  

“You left me waiting for four hours.”  

Youngjae sighs exasperatedly. “I know. I’m sorry, it’s work and—”  

“Work,” you say incredulously. “I understand work but that is not the problem here. You always do this.”  

His head cocks to the side as he stares you down. “Do what, y/n. You know I can’t help the things that I can’t change.”  

Pushing yourself off the sofa you stand at your full height and he raises from his squatted position almost concurrently. Your thoughts are in shambles; ramming into one another. On one hand, you want to be as brutally honest with your feeling as you possibly can but, on the other spectrum you know if you blow up at him all rationality will be thrown out the window.  

You scoff, there goes rationality. “That’s not the problem. The problem is that you never let me know ahead of time. Leave me hanging like I’m some damned fool… why can’t you just text me? A simple ‘hey, I’m busy. Lets raincheck’ would be better than you completely ignoring me.”  

“I was busy, I lost track of time. I certainly don’t want to ignore you,” He takes a step forward and reaches for your arm. Unconsciously you lean away. “Look I’m sorry, okay? But it’s not like I can be with you every single second of the day.”  

“That’s… that’s not what I want! You cannot not keep in touch with me for weeks at a time and then when we finally set a date, you go ahead and pull some Houdini disappearance act on me and expect me to be all open arms.”  

From the corner of your eye, you can see Youngjae clenching his fingers together—something he does when he’s exceptionally agitated. He had never been the type to get exceptionally angry, to be honest, you think he’d only shown his anger maybe twice in the year and a half you’d been dating him. But for some reason, you want it. You want something other than his strained smiles, and his incessant apologies.  

“It’s really not that big a deal babe. My schedule has been packed really tightly these days and –”

“You’re not the only one with a schedule Youngjae. That’s not even the issue. Why couldn’t you call me? Text me? Anything.

Does he not feel the same way as you do? Why can’t he see how much it hurts to go weeks without seeing or talking to him? Why can’t he understand that you hate calling the other boys just because your own boyfriend refuses to let you know how he is, where he is? Intentionally or not, there is an arrow wedged deep in your chest and you want need him to feel it.  

Now here’s the thing about anger; even if you try to the best of your ability to reign it in, at some point you will without a doubt lose control.  

Maybe you just want to passive aggressively get your point across but words are direly heavy things. One thing means another, you misinterpret the reasoning behind it and suddenly you’re saying things that you would have never said in your right mind, or at least you would have rephrased it differently.  

“I was busy!” Youngjae takes a daring step forward.  

The tension in the air is so heavy that you’re sure if you could sense auras you’d see pitch black. You stand your ground—if you don’t let this out now then when?  

“Then what?! You expect me to continue waiting for you when you wouldn’t bother to meet me halfway?”  

“Maybe if you weren’t so clingy all the time this wouldn’t be a problem.” He says running a hand through his hair but not once taking his gaze off yours. “Maybe if you had a life you wouldn’t be so obsessed with mine.”  

Words really are the bane of man’s existence. When you were younger and your mother had told you in simple terms ‘words can kill’ you had naively thought it meant name calling. But now? Now you realize that it’s more than that. Words that hit your subconscious. Words that hammer directly on your insecurities. Words that for the life of you, you can’t erase from your existence.  

There’s a long strangled silence as the cogs in your head attempt to fathom his words and rightfully place them into your resentment. Youngjae knows he’s spiraled the situation out of his control the moment the words tumbled out from his mouth. In fact, he’d known he’d messed up the minute he’d checked his phone and had seen the countless text messages you had left him.  

“W-what?” you sputter out, blinking a dozen times a minute. “I’m obsessed with you? Is that really what you think?”

“No. I…” His voice trails off and a sense of urgency pushes him to clasp his fingers around your shoulders. “I didn’t mean that, you know I didn’t. I’m just stressed and—”

Fuck, you want to cry. Stressed? He thinks you don’t know that? Every day he’s being worked to the bone and you know. Not because he tells you, he doesn’t tell you anything these days, but because you have to ask Jaebum and Jinyoung once every few days if Youngjae at least had lunch. You know the way he is, he always forgets, allows time to pass him by. 

“Youngjae, I think you’re still not understanding the problem here. You haven’t even apologized. Not once since you stepped foot in here did you say sorry. Is it wrong that I care about you? Is caring about you so horrible that you take it upon yourself to cancel me out?”  

His fingers dig deep into your shoulders and you fear that that’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart. If someone had told you that you’d be in this situation you would have scoffed. Youngjae was the closest thing to Starfire that you had ever known. Something that was so beautiful and dangerous yet burned exceedingly bright. In the grand scheme of things, maybe you should have been more cautious before you fell irrevocably in love with him.  

You can’t possibly understand what’s going on his head and that’s why the words hold more weight that you want to carry. His words are ultimately one of the few things you can rely on. He takes a deep breath as he leans his forehead against yours. You’re tempted to shake him off, but you find out that you can’t bend your body to your own will.  

His hands move from your shoulders to embrace your fingers at your sides.  

“I’m so sorry y/n. I’m so sorry you have to deal with someone who sucks at expressing how much he deeply cares and appreciates you. I’m honestly… I don’t know why I said that.”  

Holding you tighter, you watch as his eyes glass over, and you have to bite your lip to stop your hands from reaching over to grasp his face in your palms. He’d always been a crier, when he laughed, when you watched Lion King and Mufasa died, when he ran over a really Big Pinecone but thought it was an extremely small raccoon and freaked out so bad he was one dial away from reporting himself to the police.

“I never meant them and I’m so ashamed of myself for not saying the things I truly do mean. Like how I’m more than thankful that you’re sympathetic to my job and how demanding it can be. How I’m so sorry that I forget really important things that mean so much to me but bigger to you. You are literally one of the best things that has happened to me and I’m so scared of messing this up but I still end up doing exactly that. ”

For a moment you wonder what exactly you should do. Do you reach over, like you want to, and hold his face? Do you use your words and try to make sense of how you feel? You’re no longer as mad as you were a couple of minutes ago. If anything, this argument has you completely drained. 

In the back of your mind, you know that Youngjae didn’t mean what he said, you trust that. Nonetheless, a seed of doubt is still planted in-between that trust. There had to be some basis of authenticity to his statements. Right?  

“There’s not,” he says and your eyes widen. You had said that aloud? Jesus Christ. “If there’s anything I’m certain about it’s that. How can I hate someone for caring about me?”

“Lots of people do. Take for instance people that call their significant others clingy.”  

He chuckles mirthlessly at your blatant jab. “I deserve that. I promise to do better. I can’t—I don’t want to lose you. I love you so much and I really do not want to picture my life without you. I’m sorry for backing you into a corner and for not being more considerate to your emotions. I should’ve talked it out with you. I shouldn’t have used my work as an excuse for something I had control over. I’m sorry.”

“I’m… sorry for not confronting you earlier. I shouldn’t have bottled up my feelings. I guess I thought I was doing us a favor,” you turn your head to the side because for some inane reason you’re beyond embarrassed.  

Youngjae lets go of one of your hands, using his fingers to grip your chin and tilt your face to his direction. “Thank you for putting up with my blockhead behavior. Also, this might come as a surprise but I was really excited about our date tonight. I’m sorry I didn’t make it.”

For the first time that evening you take in his full appearance. He is dressed in a pair of classic-fit navy dress pants and the button-up collared shirt you had bought for him months ago for valentine’s day. He looks more dapper than you’ve ever seen. Although his eyes are tired you can tell he went through great pains into looking good tonight. 

“Oh. Wow, you look amazing. Very debonair.”

He grins sleekly at you. “I was on my way to meet you. But JYP made us stay back and practice our concert setlist like a billion more times. I lost track of time and forgot to tell you what happened. By the time we finished you’d already left me four very passive-aggressive texts.”

You shrug your shoulders a little. “I was irked. I figured there was a reason you left me hanging, but I was still irked.”

His hands reach over and slide into your hair. You find yourself leaning into his touch. This. This was definitely what you’d been missing. Everything always felt perfectly aligned when he held you and you loved it. There was nothing in this world that could compare to the feeling of being lit up every time he touched you. 

“Do you think you can forgive me? For being so incorrigibly inconsiderate?”

“Probably,” you bite your lip. “If you can make up for it.”  

The stars twinkle around in his eyes and you try not to laugh. The arrow wedged in your chest isn’t there anymore, or you’re sure somewhat of the weight is gone. You’re content that for the first time in weeks you’re not going to go to bed alone. Youngjae is smiling without his eyes, it’s something you can feel inside you, especially because you’re doing the same thing.  

His face dips closer to you. “Oh, I’ll make up for it. The problem comes after that—Tomorrow morning, when I have to go back to reality.”

“Well, tomorrow morning I’ll still be here. So would you. That’s all that really matters, everything else is just extra. I’ll always keep worrying if you’re okay, the only thing I ask it that you worry about yourself too. You’re always bending your back for other people, I just want you to do the same for yourself.”

Youngjae pulls your body steadily towards him. His breath fanning your face. “I’ll do my best to remember. I know you worry about me and I love that about you so much.” His lips are dangerously close to yours. “I will always try to meet you halfway.”

“That’s all I want,” you say and close the distance.  


A/N: oh my gosh, i don’t know if the angst here was good enough but still it would be super cool if people gave me feedback on this! i hope you liked it! thanks for reading x 

~ kai✨


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Before Cloud enters AGSZ, he has met AGS enough to be comfortable friends and Cloud is asked to spend the week at Sephiroth's to babysit his cat because AGSZ were given missions and Seph, the soonest one back, is gone a week. Cloud agrees and also to water Angeal's plants. The first evening at Seph's, Cloud is in awe that he is sitting on Seph's couch, watching tv with Shiva sleeping at his head. How did he get to stay in the den of his hero?!? A treasured week.

Cloud dropped his helmet when Sephiroth asked. He immediately bent down to get it again, positive he either heard wrong…or was dreaming. 

“I-I-I’m sorry sir?” Cloud asked, “Come again?” Sephiroth wrung his hands a little. 

“I need someone to…house-sit for me,” Sephiroth repeated, “Angeal and Genesis won’t be back for another month and Zack is with Angeal. There’s no one else here I can trust Shiva with. Would you please watch her for me? I’d be happy to compensate you as well.”

Probably dreaming, so it was probably okay to say yes. 

“Oh…okay,” Cloud said. Cloud pinched himself when he saw Sephiroth smile

“Good…Thank you.” He seemed so relieved. 

“Can you come by tomorrow afternoon? I should walk you through what you have to do.” 


Cloud realized he wasn’t dreaming when Sephiroth walked him through the apartment he’d only ever been with when Zack was here to show him where the cat food and litter boxes were. 

Shiva, as usual, happily joined them on the tour. Sephiroth choked back a laugh when Cloud narrowly avoided tripping over the cat for the fifth time. 

“And if you have any problems, I will leave my PHS number here for you. Also…Angeal asked if you could water his plants. He lives next door and my key will work on his door too.”

“Uh…sure,” Cloud said. It wasn’t like it was hard.

“You are welcome to any food here…and the cleaning units. I know the washers and dryers in the infantry are always full. Just…try have this place clean by next Saturday?” Cloud blinked at the generous offer. 

“Oh…yeah. Thanks!” 

“I really appreciate this,” Sephiroth blurted out, “Shiva doesn’t do well in kennels and they won’t take her anymore because of the…mako. I’d never have her in the labs again and…”

“It’s no problem sir,” Cloud said, “I…like cats.” Like was an understatement, and Shiva…Shiva was such a good kitty. He’d told her often enough…just not in Common. 


Tuesday was his day off. It felt weird not being in the barrack or out with his squad…but this was totally awesome. 

Sephiroth had all the good channels. And Mogflix! He also had a ton of food in his fridge, a lot of it Angeal leftover creations, but that was good. It was a good rainy Midgar day to veg out on the couch. 

And Shiva was happy to spend the whole time with him. Above his head to be exact. She sleepily murrped whenever he cooed at her in Nibelwyn. 

Cloud lazily reached over, trying not to move and wake up Shiva when his PHS beeped. 

Hey Spike! Seph wants to know how it’s going without calling and seeming like he’s worried. 

Cloud turned on his camera and held it out, making sure to fit Shiva in there. Shiva woke up in time to look up. 

It should be illegal for a cat to be this adorable. 

He sent it. 

His heart skipped a beat when he got a text from an unknown number. 

Thank you for the picture. I’m glad it’s all going well. I may be here a few extra days. If that’s a problem let me know. Sephiroth. 

Like you could be a problem my little sundrop.” Cloud cooed as he looked up at Shiva. Cloud almost screamed when she crawled into his lap for her next nap.