liz this is all your fault

A Different Fight

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has gotten into a fight with peter and peter gets a little rough with the reader (like pins reader into the wall very hard and he punches into the wall) and you can take it from there!

Warnings: HECKIN ANGSTY, it gets a tiny bit physical but it by no means shows or romanticizes abuse !! that’s not coolio !!

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: ANGST

Word Count: 1.5k (sorry this one ended up being a bit shorter haha)

Update: I’m so surprised at how many positive reactions this got! You guys are the best :D

Part II can be found here 

To say you had a bad day was the understatement of the century. To start off with, there was an Algebra 2 test that you were totally unprepared for and you had left about half of the questions on it blank, which definitely wouldn’t end up getting you a good grade. At lunch you went to buy some pizza only to find out that you forgot to turn in your food service money and had none left in your account, leaving you very hungry and irritated. Your locker got stuck making you late to 5th period, the water fountain was broken and sprayed all over you, and you got stuck with a burnout for a lab partner. A lot of little things started to add up and by the end of the day you were dangerously close to absolutely losing it. If anyone did anything more to bother you, it was going to send you over the edge. It just so happened that the poor soul was Peter Parker, your best friend who you had a slight crush on for a while.

Peter had told you he would come by your place to work on some homework and just hang out after school. You were really looking forward to it since he was super busy and you couldn’t see each other as often as you would have liked. You waited patiently for a few hours before settling on the fact that he had stood you up. At that point you were completely pissed off. You grabbed your phone only to see new texts from your friends. Apparently there was a party at some senior girl’s house and a lot of people were there including, to your surprise, Peter. You were more than a little hurt. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had just cancelled but the fact that he blew you off completely really stung.

About an hour passed before you heard a knock at your door. You answered it, finding Peter standing there with an apologetic smile on his face. Any other day you would have melted at the mere sight of him grinning like that, but today wasn’t like any normal day.

“What?” you asked brusquely. Your hands moved to your hips and you stared at him expectantly. You didn’t really know what excuse you wanted to hear, but practically all of them would have been the wrong answer.

“I came to hang out with you!” he said and pushed past you, making himself at home. “Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, I had to take care of some stuff relating to you-know-what.” You rolled your eyes. Peter told you about being Spider-Man a few months back, which explained how busy he was, but this time that wasn’t going to cut it. You had seen the pictures from the party and there was absolutely no way it involved him like that.

“Right,” you said sarcastically. “I’m sure every party needs Spider-Man there to make sure things don’t get out of control. Tell me, does Liz Allan have a thing for spandex? Is that why you ditched me?” Peter’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by your dark tone. He had never seen you mad before and it both concerned and confused him. At the same time, bringing up Liz was a hit below the belt.

“E-excuse me?” he stammered, his smile fading. “What does she have to do with this? Look, I’m really sorry I’m late but at least I’m here now so can you just let it go?”

“No, I can’t,” you said defiantly. “Don’t try to change the subject. I saw the pictures of you at that party, you can’t deny it.”

“So I’m not allowed to go to parties now?” he asked, his anger rising as well. “What gives, Y/N. Are you jealous of Liz or something? Is that what this is about?”

“I would never be jealous of her,” you snorted. “You’re trying to turn this on me, but it’s not my fault. You think you’re so high and mighty just because you swing around all over Queens in tights every night. ‘Look at me, I’m Peter and I shoot nasty ass spider juice all over the place. Tony Stark loves me and so does Liz Allan”. Seriously, it’s ridiculous.“ Your voice got louder and louder as you went, your emotions getting the best of you. Peter’s eyes dropped to the floor and he balled his hands into fists. You regretted yelling at him like that, but you refused to back down. All of the anger that had built up inside you was finally coming out, and you couldn’t stop it now.

“First of all,” he said fiercely, “I don’t wear spandex and I definitely don’t wear tights. Second, I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. I’ve never said anything like that in my life. I don’t know what your beef is tonight but if you don’t want me here then I’ll just leave.”

“Leave and go where?” you spat. “Back to Liz’s house? Fine, see if I care. I didn’t know Spider-Man was a party trick now, but it’s cool. I’m sure everyone is dying to see you crawl around on the ceiling. Maybe shoot some webs, lay some eggs? Personally, spiders have always grossed me out, but if that’s what the senior chicks are into-” Suddenly Peter slammed one of his hands onto the wall next to you, using the other to pin you back, and you were so startled that your voice caught in your throat. His chest was rising and falling, the veins in his arms and neck noticeably present.

“Stop. Talking. About. Liz.” Peter enunciated every word carefully, his eyes locked on yours. A shiver ran down your spine. This was a different Peter than your dorky and awkward best friend. He was intimidating and tough, and all of his anger was aimed right at you. Never in your life did you ever think you’d see him like this, and it scared you. You knew what he was capable of, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had punched a hole in the wall. His arm was pressing into your chest and it hurt. It wasn’t like you couldn’t breathe, but it was still painful and uncomfortable. You were so shocked by it, especially since Peter never touched you without asking first, even just to link arms or something. His gentle demeanor had vanished completely, and that’s when you figured out that you had really messed up.

“Get off of me,” you said hoarsely. “Get off of me right now.” Peter blinked, only just realizing what he had done. His grip loosened and he took a step back, his eyes wide and full of panic. Neither of you really knew what to do next.

“O-Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I never meant to do that. I’d never hurt you, I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“Peter, I think you should go,” you said, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your breathing was uneven and shaky, and he noticed it right away.

“Y/N, I didn’t… I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, almost pleading with you. He took a step toward you and you instinctively backed away. The look of pain on his face made you feel like you had kicked him in the stomach. By then you didn’t even care that there were tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t think straight, your mind was whirling and you could hear your heart pounding.

“Peter, you need to leave,” you choked out again. He nodded slowly, processing things but still not moving.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a voice just above a whisper. “Please, just… Just tell me I didn’t hurt you at all. I swear I’ll leave right after…” You wiped your eyes and shook your head. You heard his breathing stop for a moment before he took another step backwards. He was crying too and looked absolutely broken. It was all your fault. All of this. If you hadn’t been so grumpy and jealous in the first place none of it would have happened. You told yourself over and over that you needed to apologize, you needed to tell Peter that you were alright and that it wasn’t his fault. For some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you stood there in silence crying as he slowly made his way out the door and out of your house.

The second the door closed behind him you collapsed onto the ground. Your sobs echoed off the walls of the empty room. There was no anger left inside of you, only regret and sadness. You didn’t mean any of the things you had said, you weren’t in your right state of mind, but that didn’t change the fact that you still said them.

Your chest ached, not because Peter had hurt you, but instead because your heart was broken.

Tags~ @nevaehsuga (thank you for the request love!! i hope you liked it!!) @nedslaptop (I don’t really have a tag list yet but i thought I’d add you as long as I was doing it since you asked a while back xx)

If you wanna be tagged in my dumb writing in the future let me know and I’ll make sure to add you!!

I Thought We Already Weren’t PART 4 (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)

Request: anonymous asked:
Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 2,309

Warnings: angst, fluff (omg what?!)

A/N: SO GUYS holy shit this series-that-wasn’t-supposed-to-be-a-series-but-ended-up-being-one-of-the-best-things-i’ve-ever-written has been so mind blowing in where it’s taken me as a writer and how many people i realized actually like it like holy shit?!?!?!? THANK YOU to everyone who’s sent me their WONDERFUL feedback on this series and to whoever’s liked it, reblogged it, asked to be tagged, it just shows me how much you guys love it and that is one of the best things i could ever ask for!! ❤️❤️

i hope you guys enjoy this last part and the fluff (you’ve earned it i’ve put you guys through enough angst for now :} ❤️)

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3

You stood frozen, hand still hanging onto the raised window. Your mind was racing but going nowhere; you had so many thoughts and reactions running through it, yet nothing would come out. Jesus, (Y/N)! Say something!


Peter’s head was downcast at his hands as they fiddled with his mask. You had a flashback to the last time he was here and did that. The air now had the same uncertainty as it did then; there was just as much of a chance of tonight ending just like that night did. Wasn’t there? Well maybe not, actually. You both didn’t have much left to lose at this point. Nonetheless, you still felt like you were stepping on cracking glass. You were afraid that anything that came out of your mouth, any movement you made, any emotion you showed, could quite possibly send him flying off the fire escape.

“Um, can I—can we—can I… come in? I mean—if—if not that’s, that’s totally cool too…” he asked cautiously.

“Uhhh, no, yeah… yeah,” you dazedly stepped backwards.

As he crawled through the small opening, you tried to think of what to say. You couldn’t just leave this awkward silence sitting, but you also had absolutely no idea what to do. What do you say to start a conversation with your old-best-friend-who-you-haven’t-spoken-to-in-forever-but-also-harbored-a-humongous-crush-on-and-low-key-still-do-but-you’re-not-gonna-bring-that-up-right-not-because-that’s-just-gonna-add-to-the-awkwardness.

Peter nodded to your open bedroom door, “They home?”

You shook your head, “Meetings.”

You both stood there, stiff, looking everywhere except at each other. Eye contact would mean having to say something. But what do I say?! you thought. Ask how he’s doing? How’s Spiderman-ing been going? Is he okay? Is that okay to ask? Would that remind him of Liz? Is it even okay to mention her? Probably not. Not mentioning is safe, let’s stick with that. God, I feel so frickin bad, but would immediately saying ‘sorry’ too upfront? Too soon? Well it can’t be ‘too soon’ I mean, it’s been like what two months? Holy shit, two months. Two months without this knucklehead. This pure and blissfully ignorant knucklehead. I missed this knucklehead. No oh God no don’t say that, that’s waaaaaayyyy too upfront. Shit, say something, dammit!

Afraid that the long silence was skyrocketing the tension, you blurted a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

Peter’s eyes raised to peer at you through his sagging curls. “For what?” he gingerly asked.

“For… uh… what, um… for what happened. With Liz.”

Peter’s expression was unreadable. “It’s not your fault.” But you knew it partially was. Indirectly, it was kind of your fault.

“I’m still sorry, though, I mean… I can’t imagine what that must be like, or what—”

“Yeah you can.”

“What?” you blinked. “How can I—”

“Know what it’s like to walk away from someone you care about because you know it’ll make them happier in the end? You know all about that.” Peter still wouldn’t meet your eyes. His head remained downcast at the ground, his arms crossed as if he was trying to shield himself from your response.

How did he know? How could he know? Did Ned tell him? Ned wouldn’t have told him. Well, he does crack very easily under very little pressure… But he wouldn’t ever tell anyone about this

“I—” you faltered.

The tense silence grew louder. No one knew what to say. Peter was afraid he had gone too far too soon, crossed a line. You were afraid that whatever you responded with would scare him back out the window forever. It was so hard, too, to choose what to say. So many options and thoughts and emotions and confessions filled your mind to the brim, threatening to spill at any moment. You couldn’t let everything go right now; that would definitely drive him away for good. Choose something, choose something you panicked.

You were dying. You hadn’t really confessed everything to Ned that day. You had just told him that you liked Peter, not the million reasons why. Not the real reason you went out with Flash. Not the real reason you were still avoiding Peter, even after his breakup. All those reasons were bottled up inside, but the pressure between you two was enough to push it all out.

You inhaled a shaky breath, “I’m sorry because… I was… stupid. I was stupid to date Flash, I was stupid to let my stupid shit feelings affect my better judgement, I was stupid to not tell you or anyone, really, everything. Mainly you, ‘cause I’m not gonna tell just anybody this shit but still I shouldn’t have let all this sit inside of me for so long.

“I was stupid because I thought I could be mature and handle this like an adult and not end up like some cliche teenage girl you see in those coming-of-age shit-shows. I thought I wouldn’t feel jealous but I did, but I didn’t want to be selfish, so I helped you. I helped you because I knew how important it was and how happy and excited you were for it, and I was happy too! I was happy for you, I really was! But I was also jealous which was stupid.

“I knew I shouldn’t be jealous but I still was, so I tried to just shove it down and let it go away overtime but it didn’t and I didn’t know what to do ‘cause it just kept getting worse and worse and worse and worse! And I didn’t want to take it out on you, because that would be stupid, but one day I did want to, so one day I did take it out on you and that day was—”

“Why you asked out Flash…” Peter interjected. You startled, looking up at him. His eyes were focused on your chair, but distant.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “And that was so so so stupid of me, it was so petty and immature and stupid and so not me, and I was a dumbass just because I was stupid jealous. I knew it would piss you off and some stupid part of me wanted you to feel the shit that I was feeling, and I knew dating Flash would do that and I’m so sorry I did that and made you feel shitty. You didn’t deserve it; it was stupid and selfish and I know we weren’t like ‘friends’ anymore but I think we still kinda were but I was a really shitty ‘kinda-sorta-friend’ and… I’m sorry for that.”

Rocking back and forth on your feet, you wrung your hands together, anxiously studying those sad brown orbs, waiting for some kind of reaction. Every second felt like a year. You silently begged for him to say something, say anything. Just please, please, please oh God, please don’t leave. That would probably kill you.

Peter sighed, “I’m sorry, too.” For the first time that night, his eyes locked onto yours. Your breath stopped, as did your heart. “I’m sorry I was stupid too. I’m sorry that I blew you guys off so much, that I never replied when you guys called or texted, and for being an all around shitty friend. I’m sorry I accused you of being jealous ‘cause that was just mean and stupid of me—”

“But I mean you weren’t wrong—”

“Still! I… I had no right to! And I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you tried to tell me all of that, about blowing you guys off… I guess I was just so caught up in finally getting to be with Liz, you know? And then I was all confused and shit and then… and then she—we… we… you know…

“And also I’m sorry I avoided you after that. I shouldn’t have but it felt weird and I didn’t want Liz feeling so hurt if I, like, immediately went to you after, even if it was just to talk, it felt weird and I was confused and I felt really bad and guilty and shitty. Like for the first few days I felt really, really bad. But then after that I was just more confused. Like I didn’t know what I wanted or what to do or how to do anything…? I didn’t know if you wanted to start talking again or what to talk about and stuff…”

“And,” quickly, Peter glanced down, took a deep breath, and looked back at you, straight in your eyes. “I’m sorry I was so stupid about… you…”

Your heart must’ve started beating again sometime during Peter’s confession, because you definitely felt it stop yet again. You felt your eyes fill with both hope and uncertainty, as you saw the same things swell in Peter’s.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize or notice sooner.” He chuckled and muttered, “God, I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry I was so focused on… not… I mean, I think a small part of me knew, but I just didn’t want to believe it ‘cause I didn’t think you would ever feel that way about me… And I didn’t want to get my hopes up, too.” You realized your hands were shaking slightly, your blood rushing significantly faster through your veins. Everything felt jittery, as if you had just downed fifteen cups of espresso.

“I think,” he continued, “I only really realized it was when we stopped hanging out. I was too stupid to realize what was right in front of me, the whole damn time.” He breathed a small chuckle, “I was too stupid to realize how mellow you got when you were helping me plan a date with some other girl, or how you would always tuck that one little hair behind your ear, which you only did whenever you were uncomfortable, whenever I started gushing about Liz. Or how much I missed our group movie sessions, and our stupid puns, and you laughing and cringing at those stupid puns, and… and…” his voice dropped so such a quiet murmur. “…basically, you.” Peter looked at you with such sincerity that you felt your lips quivering into a grin as small as his voice. “I missed you, (Y/N). And I’m sorry I didn’t realize that sooner.”

“I missed you too, Peter,” you breathed. A warmth welled up in your chest, growing up through your body, threatening to exit in an emotionally-overwhelming cry. Is this what love feels like? Is this even love? Does it qualify? you wondered. Whatever. You didn’t care what it was. Whatever it was called didn’t matter; all that did was that you were 100% sure that Peter felt it too.

Before this feeling could burst out in a most embarrassing way, you closed the gap between you two, and squeezed your arms around his ribs. Peter hugged you back, as strongly as he did that night two months ago, but a new energy surged from it; the warmth you both harbored released itself in your embrace.

You stood there for what could have easily been forever. Breathing in each other’s calming scent, both anxious and afraid of what would happen if one let go.

A new urge rooted in you. You were sure now; remembering what he just confessed, you took advantage of the confidence and hope growing with your every heartbeat. You pick your head up from his shoulder and tilted it back, just enough to look at his face.

As he tilted his head ever so slightly, you took in the soft shadows cast underneath his cheekbones, gentle glow in his hair, the faint freckles dotting the crooked bridge of his nose, the inquisitive and nervous way he gazed at you, the rosy tint in his lips.

Fuck it you thought, before you could overthink this anymore. You lightly tugged Peter’s torso closer as you leaned in. As your lips connected, your eyes softly shut. You both stayed stiff like this, neither sure of what to do. For a blissful fleeting moment, you tasted salty and sweet, a squeal caught in your throat, and the urge you had, dropped to your stomach. You gingerly pulled away, not wanting to push your luck or confidence any further, and peaked through eyelids opening unsurely. His own eyes fluttered open, and he couldn’t help the grin that was spreading ear to ear. You exhaled a nervous and excited giggle, feeling your own lips spreading, cheeks radiating ecstasy.

Holy shit holy shit holy fucking SHIT. Kiss. We just kissed. Holy. Shit.

Peter enveloped his arms around your waist and gently pulled you closer. His eyes shut again, as his forehead nuzzled against your own. You echoed his actions, feeling his warm breath fanning your face, his cold nose brushing yours. Suddenly, you felt his lips again, this time moving carefully but eagerly. Your breath caught deep in your lungs as your lips followed his. You tried to hold it for as long as you could, but eventually you regrettably ran out of air. Your head tilted, leaving room for you to breathe, yet still leaving your forehead touching Peter’s.

You glanced up through your eyelashes, seeing that grin that mirrored yours, plastered on his face. His breaths tickled your warm cheeks.

“So,” he breathed.

You chuckled, “So…”

“That was…”

“Yeah…” you bit your lip to try to stop that ever growing smile from hurting your cheeks anymore.

Peter’s eyebrows scrunched together just a little, “Um…”

“Hm?” your smile fell.

“Does that mean we’re good now? Like, finally? All good?”

The corners of your mouth turned up, and you could feel your eyes smiling wider than your lips ever had. “I thought we already were.”

Tag List (i really hope I got everybody)

@emojit @5-seconds-of-sarcasmm @littlemisscaptainfandom @emily-ily2 @insert-a-cool-username-here @walkers-imagine @littlefrota
@a-typical-antisocial-fangirl @rosewaterjules @bigbangt1963 @thefandomshavethepolicebox @emrysaaryn @karamelblobber @smollittlebean @parkthepeter  @hailey-a-s @tomhollandisdaddy2003 @emilypkuzu @greenpaladin5
@dottirose @someonebeatmetotheurl @starkintcrn @davros2004 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @cantshakethenoiseinsidemybones @general-stormpilot @apollos-love @themaddesthattter @i-ship-it-ironically @aesthetic-sks @zannatinuviel @every-heart-has-scars @kxitlin @arfrona-and-marvel @parker-holland @half-superhero @baka-chanismyname @courage-means-angel-wings

Mistaken Identity

Originally posted by highwaytosupernatural

Summary: Mistaking Dean for your blind date saves your life… literally

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: making out? Home invasion/being attacked in your own home. 

A/N: This is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog trope challenge! My prompt was #22: mistaken identity leads to a relationship. Considering doing a part 2, but unsure at the moment. Enjoy!

Keep reading

We Can Fix This...I Hope

Summary: Lets just hope you can fix your dads prized possession before he gets home

Words: 2000ish

Authors note: Please like, reblog, and comment! Oh, and please PLEASE send ins requests! It gets hard to make up my own prompts.

Originally posted by mavietresgaie

Originally posted by keepcalmandcallnico

“I am so dead,” you breath out.

“N-no you aren’t. We can fix this!” Peter tried to cheer you up but that wasn’t going to happen. Oh yes, you were so dead. You would be deader than a doornail. You’re gonna go belly up. You will bite the dust. What ever expression you chose to use doesn’t change that fact that you weren’t going to see the light of tomorrow.

“How are we suppose to fix my dad’s suit! HIS FAVORITE IRON MAN-” Peter slapped his hand over your mouth.

“There are other people in this building. Now I know I don’t wanna get caught and you sure as heck don’t wanna get caught. The only way out of this situation is to just figure out how to repair the thing.” Peter then slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you nodded slowly.

“Ok so we know that Steve, Bruce, and Natasha are around right now. Dad is out with Pepper visiting, only god knows where,  and won’t be around till tomorrow evening. So as of right now we only have 24 hours at the most to mend this stupid rust bucket.” You sneer at your father’s creation that he has only just started teaching you how to build your own.

“Do you think Bruce could help us?” Peter questioned. 

“Could? Oh I think he could help us, but the real question is would he help us.” You state not looking away from the demolished red suit.

“I see your point,” Peter grumbles.

“Hey what if FRIDAY knows how to fix the suit!” Peter exclaims with a grin.

“Hey FRIDAY!” you call out to the ceiling.

“Yes, Ms. (Y/N)?” FRIDAY responded.

“Do you, by any chance, know how to repair or even make my dad’s Iron Man suit?” you question the artificial intelligence.

“Yes I do Ms. (Y/N). In fact your father has made videos on how to make one!” The smile Peter had on his face was the most infectious thing on the planet earth right now.

“FRIDAY would you please pull up all the videos and play them in order? Could you also not inform my dad about what has happened and what is going to happen in the next 24 hours?” You asked and of course you received.

“Well, lets get to work spiderling!” you cheer.


“I think I’m going to pass out,” Peter whined as he slumped down in a chair.

“Don’t bail on me now Parker,” You hummed as you took another sip of coffee to keep you going.

“But I’m so tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrred,” Peter mumbled.

“Start a conversation with mer Parker. Keep yourself talking.” You instruct as you light the blow torch.

“Well yesterday I had my first kiss,” Peter mumbled.

“No way! Was it with that Liz Allen girl you always talk about?” You fake enthusiasm.

“Yeah! It was wonderful. I had set up a picnic in the park. It was getting dark and the stars came out and then we just kissed.” Peter gushed.

“That really sounds amazing Peter. I’m happy for you.” You lied right through your pearly whites. Of course you were happy for him. He had his first kiss and he just said it was wonderful. You were just upset over the fact that it wasn’t with you. 

Ever since you first met him being forced to be an undercover student going to Midtown High by your dad; you couldn’t help but be captured by how innocent and all around adorable he was at first glance. Then you got to know him more as the weeks went by and you and your dad finally recruited the spider-boy. You couldn’t help but smile when the budding super-hero, just like yourself, would take time out of his weekend to hang out with you and your father. While Tony would whine and complain about how annoying Peter was you could see right through that tough old fart. Ever since Bruce got a real job and wasn’t around the tower except once out of the month Tony had gotten lonely and frankly bored. While you did retain your smarts from your dad you weren’t always interested in debating whether or not Newton’s 3rd Law can be broken. Luckily Peter Parker was there to save you by actually enjoying the conversations he has with your father. Your dad was secretly excited he had someone else to talk smarts about without being bashed on all the time about ‘being old’ and ‘having to much retirement time on his hands’ as you would say.

“But it didn’t feel right,” Peter sighed. That immediately caught your attention.

“What do you mean?”

“It didn’t feel natural or real. I guess you could say I didn’t feel a spark.” Peter tried to explain.

“I think the worst part is, is that Liz felt something. She seemed over the moon after the date. Should I feel bad that I don’t feel anything?” Peter questioned.

“No, its not your fault that you don’t feel the same. You just…don’t. I can’t really explain it further.” You pull up your mask and turn off the blow torch.

“I don’t know how to tell her or do I even tell her at all,” Peter sighs and throws his arms over his eyes.

“I think that life is to short to do that to yourself and someone else. Why waste time with something that doesn’t interest you and instead do something that you love. Not saying that being around that Allen girl is a waste of time, but being in a relationship that is one sided isn’t really healthy and isn’t fare to her. Like I said about not having a lot of time, need I remind you that we are super-heros and we don’t exactly have a long life expectancy. Except for Capcicle and Buck. They are the rare exception. So is my dad, cause he’s old. And Thor cause his people live for awhile-OH you get what I mean.” you grumble as you get annoyed that you contradicted your statement. Peter just broke into a fit of laughter.

“I’m holding a blow torch Parker. Don’t test me.” His laughter died down and for the first time you saw a look that you had never seen before. That is, it is the first time you had caught him staring at you with adoration. 

“What’s that look for?” You giggled and turned to continue to work on the hunk of metal sitting in front of you, just missing the growing blush on Peter’s cheeks.

“Hey, I’m not going to keep you up any longer since it is two in the morning. Head up to my room and sleep. I won’t be able to till this super suit is working.” You say grabbing ahold of an unknown tool your father used to build his armor.

“No, I can’t-” Peter immediately shut up when you gave him this motherly glare that spooked him into doing as you were told.

“I’ll be back in an hour so you can sleep!” Peter called down the hallway.

“Sure you will,” you chuckled to yourself.


Peter woke up with a groggy grumble then shot up in a bed that wasn’t his. He hissed in annoyance when his vision became a little foggy and got a minor headache. he glanced around the room and remembered that he’s at the tower helping you fix the Iron Man suit you both broke.

“Peter come on! Flying in one of these things is so cool! I’ll even teach you how to fly one!” You squealed in excitement. (Y/N) was tinkering with her work-in-progress Iron Man suit when Peter walked in and started asking a bunch of questions about said suit.

“(Y/N) I don’t think that’s a good idea. W-what if I crash one of them?” Peter stuttered.

“Come on what’s the worst that can happen,” she blew off Peter’s concern and pulled out her and her dad’s favorite creation and stepped right inside it.

“See! Easy as-” (Y/N) was immediately cut off when the suit started to fly out of control and spit her out of the metal skin. It banged left and right slowly losing parts as it crashed more and more. (Y/N) grabbed a metal rod lying on the work table and smacked it with all her strength sending the malfunctioning metal to the ground and dying with a sputter.

“I am so dead,” she breathed out.

“Oh crap,” Peter shot out offed and practically threw himself down the hall and to the workshop when he realized it was nine A.M. He stumbled into the room only to realize you had passed out on top of the wired body barely holding onto a wrench in your right hand. Light snores came from your mouth and he chuckled at you. That was when he, once again, gave you that look of adoration and love. Yes, love. Now is it really all that surprising to see him head over heals in love with you? No probably not. 

I mean you were quirky and smart. He could never get over the fact that you whine when you are proven wrong. You would get annoyed with him when he teased you about not being able to lift up only one eyebrow. He only did to see your adorable face when you did get upset. Your laugh was so different than anything he ever heard but he couldn’t get enough of it. The thing he loved most about you was how kind you were. The first day you met him was something he could never forget. You stood up for him when Flash was giving him a hard time. No one ever stood up for him. The thing that got him was that you didn’t stand up for just him but everyone Flash ever bother. You stood up for what was right in every situation even though sometimes people didn’t favorite the right thing. Peter could only see you as the light of his life, if only he had the courage to say something.

Peter slowly scooped you up into his arms and cradled you against his chest. Right away you wrapped your arms and legs around his frame which only made his smile grow. He moved your up the elevator and to your floor. Prying you away from his body was the hardest and funniest thing Peter has ever done, but once he got you under the covers he stayed for a lot longer than he should of.

“God you are breathtaking,” he mumbled. With that he left the room and let you sleep.


“PETER YOU LET ME SLEEP! ITS NEARLY EIGHT O’CLOCK MY DAD WILL BE HOME SOON! I AM DEAD MEAT!” (Y/N) scrambled into the workshop to find the super suit in its stand and Peter fiddling away at something else.

“W-When did this h-happen?” you panted out of breath.

“While you were sleeping I was able to finish this up so you wouldn’t have your ass handed to you on a silver platter,” Peter turned to you.

“You know that you are the best person in the world ever right?” You giggled.

“Also,” before Peter knew what was happening you had already pulled him into a long awaited kiss that you both enjoyed. You broke the kiss and Peter tried to lean in farther to catch your retreating lips. 

“Thank you for calling me breathtaking,” You shied away but Peter gripped you by the hips and pulled you flush against him.

“You shouldn’t be thanking me when it’s a fact,” you blushed and dug your head into his shoulder to hide it the best you could.

“You did a really good job at repairing the suit while I was asleep,” you spoke to soon as the whole entire body collapsed and scattered across the floor. The two of you stood there astounded at the mess lying at your feet.

“Mini Me! Underoos! I’m Home!” 


Requested: Nope

Based off a prompt list linked here

#60 “Well that’s just great.” #59 “It’s all your fault!” #64 “Time changes people.” #16 “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.” #34 “I made a mistake.” #72 “I’m sorry.” and #66 “You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!”

I know it’s a lot of prompts, but you just have to trust me.

I also recommend listening to the song Oblivion by Bastille

The song also influenced the title of the imagine.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter used to be the best of friends, but over time you two became what is known as “frenemies.” You two just didn’t get along anymore, so when you two were put into detention, things got a bit heated. After that day in detention Peter wanted to make things right with you again. You two had an intense argument, which only lead to more heartache. You stormed off, as did Peter. Hours later you decided to give him another chance, you followed him to where he was, only the outcome was something you both never expected.

Warnings: Light swearing, sad

Word Count: 3,022

A/N: So I know this imagine is really wordy, but it all ties together I promise. Also, I don’t know why but I’m really into writing such sad imagines right now, it might be because I don’t see many on Tumblr, so I’m here to provide a different point of view to a story. I really tried to make it realistic to the movie and just life in general. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Side Note: I cried while writing the ending. You’ve been warned.

Originally posted by spiderwing


The one place every teenager wishes they could escape from.

You were one of those teenagers.

Mainly because it was 3:00pm and you were still at school, sitting in detention.

Usually at this time you would be at home, eating some kind of snack and relaxing on the couch.

But no, you were here, and not able to leave for another whole hour.

Well that’s just great.” You muttered to yourself, seeing your detention teacher fall asleep at his desk.

Even he was that bored that he fell asleep.

“Hey do you mind? I’m trying to watch Captain America.” You heard the only other voice in the room speak up.

“You know we wouldn’t be in here if it weren’t for you and your stupid science project.” You rolled your eyes, resting your head on the palms of your hands.

“Trust me, I wish I had been partnered with someone else than you.” He huffed back, making you bite your lip.

It happened a few years ago, the day you and Peter Parker became “frenemies.”

You and Peter used to be close, so close you could finish each others’ sentences.

But then one day you found out he’d been keeping a major secret from you.

You had found his Spider-Man suit in his closet, hidden away, but you somehow managed to find it.

That day was one of the worst fights you had ever had in your entire life.

That was also the day you two became frenemies, you both didn’t speak to each other since that day, until the science project.

Needless to say you both weren’t ecstatic about being partners, you two could barely handle even sitting next to each other.

So when you both didn’t agree on a certain way to experiment, all hell broke loose, as did the experiment.

And that’s how you both ended up in detention.

“I shouldn’t even be in here, you’re the problem.” Peter muttered, making you grip the edge of your desk.

“Last I checked, it’s all your fault!” You shouted, turning in your seat to glare at the brunette boy.

Peter glared back, creating such a thick tension in the room you could cut it with a knife.

The tension never did leave that room, so you were thankful when you were finally dismissed from detention.

You grabbed your belongings and rushed out of that room faster than Flash could slip out a witty comment.

Soon enough you were home, eating a snack you felt you deserved and finally got to relax on the couch.

Until the doorbell rang.

You let out an annoyed groan, getting up and opening the door.

Your eyes widened, seeing Peter standing before you.

“Um.. Are you lost?” You questioned, confused as to what he was even doing at your apartment.

“Actually no, listen Y/N, we need to talk.” He sighed, making you raise your eyebrows in curiosity.

You stepped aside, letting him enter your apartment.

“Okay.. So what did you want to talk about?” You questioned, crossing your arms.

You didn’t understand what was going on, you and Peter hadn’t had a one on one conversation in a long time.

“Alright.. Well.. When we were in detention, I started thinking..” He spoke quietly, staring at the floor.

You watched his actions, he was nervous, which only meant this was going to get worse before it got better.

“It got me thinking back to when we were best friends..” He glanced up at you, making you freeze.

You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t expecting this at all.

“It also got me thinking back to when you found out my secret, and how our friendship basically ended that day.” He trailed off, his eyes watering a bit.

“I want us to be friends again Y/N, back to how we used to be.” He pleaded, carefully walking up to you.

You blinked a few times, trying to wrap your head around everything he was saying.

“Y/N, say something, please.” He sighed, trying to read the emotions on your face.

“Peter.. Time changes people..” You whispered, avoiding his eyes.

“I can’t just forget what happened that day, you kept the biggest secret from me, and we were supposed to be best friends.” You spoke angrily, your fists clenched together.

“I wanted to tell you Y/N, but I was just trying to protect you.” He fired back, his voice raising a bit.

“I don’t need protection, not from you, not from anyone.” You shot back, making Peter nod angrily.

Peter let out a sarcastic laugh, causing a chill to go down your spine.

“I get it Y/N, I get it, I made a mistake! I should have told you, but I decided not to, and I really wish you had never found out. Maybe then we’d still be friends.” He shouted, making your eyes water a bit.

“You should have just been honest with me, ever think of that? Best friends are supposed to tell each other everything. Everything Peter!” You shouted back, making his eyes widen a bit.

He hadn’t heard you yell at him like that since the last fight you two had, which was when you left.

“Maybe us being friends just wasn’t the best idea.” He blurted out, not even realizing he had said that.

Your mouth fell open, you couldn’t believe what he had just said, neither could Peter.

“Y/N, I-I didn’t mean that..” He started to apologize, but you raised your hand to stop him.

Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.” You choked out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

Peter opened his mouth multiple times, but no words came out, he tried so hard, his brain was shouting, telling him to say something, anything.

But nothing came out.

You stormed away from him, your back turned away.

“Get out Peter.” You spoke, no emotion in your voice.

Peter’s eyes widened, his head starting to shake.

“No, Y/N, please..” He begged, walking up to you.

“I said get out.” You opened the door, motioning him to leave.

Peter looked at you one last time, before walking out the door.

You were about to shut it when his foot stopped you from doing so.

I’m sorry.” He whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“Me too.” You whispered back, fully closing the door, and leaning against it.

You heard Peter storm off after that, signaling he had finally given up and left.

What happened next felt like a blur to you, you remember sliding down the door, bawling your eyes out.

You felt exhausted, sad, angry.

You sat there for hours, trying to process everything that just happened.

When you fall asleep,

With your head upon my shoulder,

When you’re in my arms,

But you’ve gone somewhere deeper.

You had decided to give Peter another chance, it took a lot of convincing yourself, but you finally made a decision.

When you play it hard,

And I try to follow you there,

It’s not about control,

But I turn back when I see where you go.

You grabbed your keys, and left your apartment, you needed to see Peter, now.

You weren’t going to lie, but you tracked him, figuring out where he was.

You drove to the area where your phone located him, only to reveal a plane on fire, and debris of the plane everywhere you looked.

You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.

Was Peter hurt?

Where was he?

You rushed out of your car, sprinting to the scene.

“Peter!” You screamed, frantically looking around.

“Peter answer me!” You screamed again, checking underneath debris.

You were praying he was still alive.

You started sweating, the fire making it even harder to see and breathe.

“Peter!” You screamed again, except this time you heard a groan responding to you.

“Peter! Where are you!” You shouted, searching frantically for him.

You the spotted a red and blue suit, laying in the sand.

“Oh my god.” You cried out, rushing over to him.

“Peter. Peter are you okay? Look at me. It’s Y/N.” You held his face in your hands.

“Y/N?” He questioned, his voice a bit rough.

“Yes, it’s me.” You smiled, relieved he was okay.

“You shouldn’t be here, it’s dangerous.” He slowly stood up, looking around panicked.

“I needed to see you.” You explained, but Peter wasn’t paying attention, he was too focused on something else.

“After our fight, I realized you were right, I miss what we had, and I’m willing to give it another shot.” You smiled slightly, making him look at you.

“Really?” He smiled back, making you nod.

In that moment you felt as if everything was finally becoming back to normal.

You were wrong.

Out of nowhere, a guy with green eyes and wings grabbed Peter and threw him.

You let out a scream, one because you were scared, and two because you were scared for Peter.

You remembered hearing about this guy on the news, he called himself the Vulture.

This is exactly what Peter was talking about, you now understood why he didn’t tell you, why he wanted to protect you.

You tried to run over to him, but the Vulture wouldn’t let you.

Instead he threw you too, making you hit your head hard against the ground.

You groaned in pain, your vision blurry for a few minutes, only to see the Vulture beating the living shit out of Peter.

You slowly stood up, grabbing a piece of debris from the ground.

It was your turn to protect Peter.

You ran over to him, hitting his wings with the metal debris, catching him off guard and dropping Peter to the ground.

You threw the metal debris at the Vulture, rushing over to Peter, you could already see the blood on his face.

It made you sick to your stomach, you couldn’t bare to see him like this.

“You need to get out of here.” Peter shouted, sitting up.

“I’m not leaving you!” You shouted back, picking up another debris to defend yourself.

“It’s my turn to protect you.” You held his chin, looking into his eyes.

He looked back at you, not once breaking eye contact.

It was that moment, that moment you both felt something you hadn’t before.

You gave him a small smile, before turning around and running out to a tiny open area.

You wanted to protect Peter, after all, he’d been doing it for you this entire time.

Peter was watching you intensely, he hated being weak, he hated that he wasn’t the one protecting you at the moment.

And he regretted that.

You were focused, trying to figure out where the Vulture had gone.

You turned around quickly to make sure Peter was still okay, and that he hadn’t attacked him again.

You were relieved when you saw him still sitting there, only to see Peter’s eyes widen in fear.

“Y/N! Look out!” He tried to shout, but you couldn’t hear him over all the noise.

You turned around, only to meet the metal debris, going right through your stomach.

The Vulture then flew off, disappearing.

Peter’s eyes widened, he quickly shot off the ground, screaming your name.

You turned to face him, blood slowly slipping off your lips.

Peter rushed over to you, as you pulled out the metal rod.

Peter caught you as you collapsed into his arms, your breathing frantic.

“Y/N, hey, you’re going to be okay alright? I’m here.” Peter tried to convince you, but you knew he was just trying to convince himself.

“You can’t leave me, who’s going to be my science partner? Who’s going to tell me I’m an idiot for not doing it the right way? Who’s going to slam my locker shut when I least expect it?” He rambled, tears slipping down his cheeks.

You looked up at him, a sad smile on your face.

You should be nice to me, I just saved your life."  You let out a laugh, your face scrunching up in pain.

"Y/N, you can’t leave me.. I need you.” He choked out, placing his hand on your cheek.

“You’ll always have me Parker.” You smiled, blood staining your lips as you talked.

You started breathing harder, making Peter’s heart drop.

“Y/N.” Peter shouted, looking your face over to see any movement at all.

“No! No, no, no!” He let out strangled scream, hitting the ground with his fists.

He held your face in his hands, praying you’d come back to him, but the only thing he saw was a single tear slip down your cheek.

Peter sat there, holding you close to him, sobbing uncontrollably.

She died protecting him, he couldn’t believe you were gone, the girl he realized he had been in love with all this time.

Police soon arrived at the scene, finding Peter holding your limp body in his arms.

He had slipped into an oblivion not believing what had just happened.

But reality soon came rushing back to him when the medics tried taking your body away from him.

He couldn’t bare to lose you, not again.

But he kept replaying what you said to him right before you died.

He knew you were there with him, he just couldn’t see you, and it killed him, but he still had you, and that’s all that mattered.

When oblivion,

Is calling out your name,

You always take it further,

Than I ever can.

Imagine you and your daughter being Ghosts in the Cortez

Originally posted by americanhsbr

“Mommy how come we never age?” Jessica asked as she sat on your bed, allowing you to braid her hair. 

“Well my dear, it is because the Cortez is magic.” You didn’t have the heart to tell her she was dead, and that you were dead, and that he was dead, and that it was all his fault you were dead. 

“Well then why doesn’t it work on Miss Scarlet?" 

 "Well honey see, it is because Miss Scarlet doesn’t live here. It only works on the little children who call the Cortez their home." 

"So is that why Holden and Miss Liz and Tristan never age?" 

"Yes baby." 

"Momma. Is Daddy the one who made this hotel magical?” You finished the braid and took a dead breath. 

“No sweetheart Daddy didn’t make the Cortez magical." 

"Well then…" 

"The cortez made herself magical." 

"Oh can we go play at the park?” She smiled at you, causing your heart to melt, “No baby, we can’t leave remember, but I wonder if Miss Rowena bought you a new game?" 

"Can I go see!" 

 "Yea baby, but remember be polite.” You smiled as she ran from the bed, her little braid bouncing against the cotton fabric of the shirt Liz bought her. 

“She has turned out to be a fine child, hasn’t she?” His accent filled the room like music, it was the song you once wished you could hear forever, now that you could though you just wanted it gone. 


"My love…" 

"Don’t call me that!” You screamed causing him to back up. 

“Fine y/n , I demand to have dinner with my daughter." 

"Why so you can poison her again?” You stormed from the bed and into the parlor room where a pack of cigarettes waited for you to light. 

“You can’t still be mad about that." 

"She was 6 James! She had so much in life she could have experienced. But instead she can only experience what happens in these walls. She had a life to live, she could have done anything she wanted, but instead she is stuck being six, for the rest of eternity." 

"I did it so that we could all be together, and be a happy family like we once were.” He gritted his words between his teeth as you blew the smoke from that first cigarette. 

“James, my darling James…" 

You stepped forward and placed a hand on his face, causing it to lean into your palm more as he shut his eyes and put his own hand over yours. 

"Killing me alone was one thing, I’m glad we can be together like this, but Jessica…. She didn’t have to die. It should have been her choice.” You whispered, as he wrapped his free arm around you and pulled you close. 

“She would have hated us if I did. She would have despised us for hiring a nanny to take her to school and to the park and do all the outside activities we did as a family. She would have never chosen this life and we would have never seen her again." 

 "At least she would have one.” You hissed before she came running back into the room, 

“DADDY! Come play with me?" 

"What are we playing today dear?” He asked as he scooped the little girl up and looked into her chocolate eyes. 

“Miss Liz told me she would play uno with me, but it is no fun with just two. Will you and Momma play with us? Tristan said he would play too." 

"Of course your mother and I will play!” His voice boomed as she giggled with laughter, and squirmed from his arms and went running to the bar once again, James extended his hand towards yours, and whispered, “this is why I did it." 

"I know James, I know.” You whispered as your fingers tangled with his, and you both followed her invisible footprints, as you secretly were wishing you could stop loving this man, but at the end of the day, you still did, and you always would.

Someone named Liz might be watching Indiana Jones and getting hit with sudden inspiration for McShep drawings.

I’d love if Rodney were a fellow professor to archeologist John Sheppard and doesn’t 100% know of his ‘antics’ but does enlist John’s help to recover something like legendary psychics papers by Da Vinci.  Rodney has to be saved by John all the time from whomever the ‘evil league’ is that’s also trying to get the papers and Rodney is always screaming at John that he’s insane.

“All I want to do is find some old papers and you keep nearly getting me shot!”

“I keep SAVING you from getting shot and need I remind you that this is all your fault for bragging about the discovery in the first place?”

“I wasn’t aware that talking about 500 year old papers was something that could get me killed by ‘secret illuminati societies’!”

There’s romance, too, of course.  All the near-death moments need to lead to desperate confessions of “I feel in love with you ever since you moved into the office across the hall from me 2 years ago”.

Yes, this is all very good.

Our Time (Joshifer Drabble)

This is unedited and was thrown together in a matter of minutes. Thank  you to jamiesommers23 for helping come up with a few parts and to all my amazing followers. And now… Our Time

Jennifer clutches Josh’s hand tighter, their fingers laced tightly together. She looks over at him, a content smile tugs at his lip. This is it. The moment where they tell everyone. No more hiding. No secrecy. They are going public. Jennifer takes a deep breath and exhales through her nose. “You okay?” Josh asks her, that same smile still stretching across his cheeks. She nods. “Yeah, just nervous.” Josh lifts their joined hands and kisses her palm.

“No reason to be nervous,” he says.  “We’ve done scarier things than this.” That makes her laugh. Over the past few days that they’ve been together, all Josh has done is make her laugh and it’s one of the things Jennifer loves about him. “Remember, we’ve fought monkeys, deformed lizards, and even mutated dogs. I think we got this, Lawrence.”

Jennifer bumps her shoulder with his. “That wasn’t real,” she says, shaking her head. “But this is real. We are going public.” Josh turns to face her, cupping her face in his strong, calloused hands. Hands that roamed her body only just a few hours ago.  

“You’re not having second thoughts are you?” He has a teasing grin on his face and all Jennifer wants to do is slap it off. She is definitely not having second thoughts. “No, I am just nervous. What if all of your fangirls stampede me?”  Josh shakes his head. “They won’t. Over half the people out there ship “Joshifer,”” he says, using air quotes around the word Joshifer.

Jennifer laughs. “Joshifer?” Jennifer can’t contain her laughter and she holds her head back and belly laughs. “That sounds ridiculous.” It’s not the first time she’s heard it, but it still makes her giggle. After she’s stopped laughing, Josh looks at her.

“Remember what happened the last time you laughed too hard?” He gives her a sideways smirk. Yes, she certainly remembers. It’s not something she could forget even if she wanted to.

~ Several months ago. Cannes, London

It had to be something Josh had said, but before she knew it, she was hiccupping almost every sentence. She needed water and she needed it fast. Jennifer turned to her publicist, Liz. “Water. I need a bottle,-hiccup- water, -hiccup-, now,” she spoke between hiccups. Liz nodded and rushed off to find a bottle of water, while Josh stood looking at her with a goofy grin. “Why, (hiccup) the hell, (hiccup) are you, (hiccup) laughing? This is your, (hiccup) fault.” Josh just shook his head. “I didn’t even do anything, Jen. Those hiccups are all on you.”

“I’ve got water,” Liz said, running over to Jennifer with a bottle of spring water in hand. Jennifer handed Josh the water bottle. “Pour it into my mouth,” she said, eyeing him. He held a smirk on his face and carefully poured the water in Jennifer’s mouth while she slowly lowered her arms that were above her head, to her side. Everyone’s eyes were on them. Josh locked eyes with Jennifer, and suddenly, he grew very hard at this somewhat intimate moment. It also affected Jennifer too. For she also grew very aroused at this. Neither knew at that moment, but a fire that had been started back in Hawaii, right then grew to a scorching blaze.


Jennifer shakes her head at the memory. Cannes, and what happened after, is a huge reason why they are here today. One, to release the long anticipated Mockingjay Part One trailer, and two, to show everyone that she and Josh are now a couple. Jennifer and Nick had been finished a long time ago, and since their breakup went public the same day as comic con, she and Josh figured, hey let’s go public. Jennifer rests her head on his shoulder and Josh leans down and pecks her forehead.

Liam pokes his head behind the curtain that conceals Josh and Jennifer from the crowd. “They are getting restless out there,” he says. “You two ready for this? Announcer says we go on in five minutes.” Jennifer nods. “Never been more ready in my life,” Josh says, wrapping both of his arms around Jennifer. Liam gives two thumbs up and scurries out from behind the curtain and back to his spot just off the side of the stage.

“Are you guys ready?!” Jennifer hears the announcer scream at the crowd that has gathered at the Hard Rock Hotel for the trailer. The fans scream back and start chanting the cast’s name.

Jennifer rests her head on Josh’s chest. “Ready for this, Lawrence?” He tilts her chin up so he can look into her blue eyes. She nods. “You bet, Squishy.”

“Now, without further ado, let’s’ welcome the cast of The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part One! Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson, and Liam Hemsworth!” The fans go wild when Liam walks out on the stage. The announcer hushes the crowd. “Liam, I thought Josh and Jennifer were supposed to be with you?” Liam scratches his head.

“You know, Chuck, I thought I just saw them a few minutes ago.” Liam cranes his neck, pretending to look around for Josh and Jennifer. Several crashes come from backstage and soon the curtain keeping Josh and Jennifer hidden from the crowd falls and reveals the pair locked in a passionate embrace, with their lips locked together in a deep kiss. Everyone gasps and they separate. “Shit,” Jennifer says, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag now.” The crowd bursts into screams and chants of “Joshifer” erupt. Josh grabs her hand and they go stand beside Liam who is just shaking his head with a grin on his face. “Can’t leave you two alone for five minutes,” Liam says.

Jennifer sheepishly smiles and leans against Josh’s shoulder. “Can’t help it if my Hun’s kisses are irresistible.” And with that she reaches behind Josh and gives his rear a squeeze, making him blush. “Not now,” he chastens her. Jennifer nods, “Alright, killjoy.” Is her reply. Jennifer leans her head to his ear and whispers. “This is our time. We’ll celebrate later.” Josh turns his head to look at her and he leans in and gives her a quick kiss, making the onlookers go wild. “I’ll hold you to it.”


Elizabeth made her way slowly home. Dawn could tell by her daughter’s face that something was wrong. 

Dawn: “Liz, what happened?”

Elizabeth: “It’s your fault. Max dumped me because you took away my money and it’s all your fault.”

Dawn: “Sweetheart you don’t want to be with a man like that any way.”

Elizabeth: “I do, that’s exactly the sort of man I want to be with. I want a happy marriage with lots of money.”

Dawn: “You don’t need to to marry someone rich to be happy, you do know that, right?”

Elizabeth: “Oh, you’re one to talk.”

Dawn: “Elizabeth, I did not marry your father for his money.”

Elizabeth: “Whatever. I’m going to Elsa’s she might actually be able to help me.”

"Romeo and Juliet" Luke Hemmings Imagine

The doorbell rang, echoing through the house and I walked downstairs to see my mom answering the door. She was having her coworker, Mrs. Hemmings, and her family over tonight. The two were math teachers at the local public school, and decided it was time for another get together now that her son, Luke, was back from his tour. I wasn’t a huge fan of the band, then again I hadn’t heard much of their music. I hadn’t even met the guy.

But I’d met his brothers, Ben and Jack. They were tall, masculine, handsome men with charming smiles that made me self conscious about how I ate sometimes, especially when they decided to take a seat beside me. But now I forgot about them. My eyes were trained at the tall blonde, with broad shoulders whom was wearing a tank top, even with a chilled wind brewing a storm outside. 

“Liz! How are you?” my mother asked, gently hugging Mrs. Hemmings.

“As good as I’ll ever be!” Liz smiled happily and then turned around to see Luke, his icy blue eyes peering at the floorboards. “This is my son, Luke. I don’t think you’ve met him before. He’s always too busy for his family,” she joked and Luke smirked at her playfully. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Luke,” my mother said, holding out her hand carefully. Luke took it and gave it a firm shake before we all settled over to the kitchen table. I stared at all the utensils and sighed hopelessly.

My mother had been giving me “proper silverware” lessons, but with all the school things to do, it’d all just slipped my mind. As the pasta was being splashed out onto plates, I found myself looking at it dumbly. I glanced about and Luke, seated across from me, was having trouble too, as were Jack and Ben. 

I took the chance and grabbed one of the forks, gently taking a piece and twirling it up before sliding the mouthful into my mouth. Just as I was about to swallow, a bony elbow slammed into my side and I nearly choked on the slippery noodles.

“That’s your salad fork,” my mother hissed unforgivingly. “Pick up the dinner fork.” My fingers gripped the only fork left and I started eating with it. I couldn’t tell the difference, there was still food going into my mouth, so I was happy.

I moved my fork over to the steak and got another jab in the ribs, sending the breath in my lungs flying outward. “Never cut meat without a knife!” she scolded. Glances were casted around the table as I rubbed my side in pain.

“Perhaps an easier way to get your daughter’s attention?” Mrs. Hemmings offered kindly. My mother looked up from her plate slowly and glared at Liz.

“She is my daughter, I feel like I should have the right to get her attention the way I want,” my mother sassed and Liz shrugged simply before taking a bite of her pasta. “Anyways, so I hear you’re in a band, Luke,” she said. “How is that?”

Luke swallowed a piece of meat. He was simply using the edge of his salad fork, and it worked out well for him. “It’s a blast. We’ve gone to so many fantastic places and met so many great fans. It’s unbelievable.”

“Now, what do you plan to do after, well you know, you’re band crashes and burns?” she asked and I looked from her, over to Luke. My mother’s face was completely still and serious, while Luke was in a blanked out state. Then a mixture of sorrow and anger mixed into his facial expression.

“Mom, that was incredibly rude,” I stated, but my mother wouldn’t hear it. She shrugged me off before looking over to Liz, who was clenching her jaw from what the woman had just said.

“Chloe here,” my mother gestured to me. “Is interested in becoming a doctor. Aren’t you, Chloe?” my mother asked and all eyes turned to me. I felt Luke’s gaze steady on my own that was pointed at my lap.

“Not really…” I said and my mother gasped dramatically. I raised a brow at her and shrugged. “I’ve told you a million times. Blood, brains, bones, it all makes me feel sick. I like photography.”

“Photography? That’s an excellent career choice!” Liz piped up and I smiled at her. “You could photograph nature, weddings, animals, so many beautiful things!” she pointed out. I beamed and nodded my head to what she was saying.

“Don’t encourage her, you filthy animal! My daughter is intelligent, and while you let your son waste his time in a band, my daughter’s going to get a professional degree,” my mother stated, crossing her arms.

Liz seemed taken back by the insult. “He’s not wasting his time, he’s leading up to a very successful career. Besides, he’s chosen his career on his own. You should never force a fate onto a child! You’ll put them through hell, learning something they aren’t passionate about.”

“She survived most of high school, hasn’t she?” Mother pointed at me, then shook her head. “That’s enough, I’m done here,” she said standing.

“I suppose we should leave,” Liz said and looked at her family. “Come on boys, Andrew,” she said, nodding to each before standing from her chair. I hugged Jack, then Ben, and then Liz. I shook hands with Mr. Hemmings, and saw Luke.

“Bye,” I mumbled and wasn’t sure what to do, so I stuck out my hand. He laughed lightly at the friendly gesture.

“Bye,” he said, taking my hand and giving it a firm shake before the family left, leaving me with ‘Satan Mom.’

She glared at me, her eyes narrowed. “See what you’ve done? This is all your fault. We were having a wonderful discussion when you came along and ruined everything. Oh, you don’t like blood?” she mocked me. “Well, you’re about to get covered in it when I’m done with you!” she screamed and took a step towards me.

I cringed as my father stepped in. “Laura!” he shouted. “Settle down! Do not lay a finger on her!” he demanded and leaned down in my ear. “Sweetie, get out of here,” he mumbled in my ear and I looked up to see my mother walking towards me. I ran out the front door and out to the driveway, my bare feet stinging as they hit the ice over and over again.

My t-shirt wasn’t retaining any heat at all, and neither were my skinny jeans. They were barely holding the phone in my pocket correctly; one wrong stride and it would come crashing to the ground. i wanted to stop, but I knew once I did, the pain on the bottom of my feet would hurt even worse.

I came along a street and realized this was where the Hemmings lived, and I guess I owed them an apology for my mother. I walked up their porch and rang the doorbell. Of course, Liz answered the door, an unsure look on her face, but as soon as she saw me her features brightened.

“Chloe!” she cried out and hugged me. “Thank goodness, the boys and I were so worried you’d get in trouble. We know how your mom can be a bit edgy,” she said and I almost started bawling from the trauma I’d had at home. “Oh, honey, you must be freezing!” she said. “Come on in, and I’ll get you a blanket and some tea,” she said and lead me inside.

The warmth of the house left my skin numb. She guided me to the living room where Luke, Ben and Jack were seated on some couches. Liz helped me settle down next to Luke and she gave me a footstool and several blankets.

Luke looked over at me and gave me a weak smile. I smiled back the best I could, but I knew it wasn’t convincing; not the least bit. I thought about trying again, but knew I wouldn’t smile the same after what had just happened.

Liz disappeared and came back with a cup of tea, carefully handing it to me. “Quick warning, it’s hot,” she said with a soft smile and let out a sigh as she let me take the cup, smiling down at me as I took a sip.

“This is delicious, thank you,” I smiled and she nodded.

“It’s no problem. Now, I assume you don’t wish to return tonight?” Liz guessed and I nodded. “Alright. Well, there’s an extra bed in Luke’s room,” she said. “You could use that.”

“That’d be cool, if it’s alright with Luke,” I said, glancing over at the blonde boy, who nodded.

“Sure, I’d have a room mate,” he smiled lightly. I beamed at his dorkiness as I finished the rest of my tea. Liz immediately took the cup from me.

“Well then, be on your way. I’m sure she’s tired after all that’d happened today,” Liz said and Luke nodded, getting up from the couch and leading me up to his room. He opened the door and it smelled of his sweet cologne. 

“That’s your bed,” Luke said, pointing to a bed with white covers. He quickly looked me up and down. “You’re probably gonna need some new clothes. I wouldn’t wanna sleep in skinny jeans,” Luke smiled lightly.

“Luke you don’t have-” I was cut off when a pair of grey lounge pants were thrown past me and landed on the bed, followed by a Nirvana tank top. “Um… thanks,” I said, lifting them up individually and checking them out.

“No problem. The pants have always been a bit too small for me, so maybe they’ll fit you,” Luke said before literally stripping down and changing right in front of me. He slid on black lounge pants and a white tank top with a yellow smiley face on it. He walked out to use the bathroom and I quickly changed, examining myself in the full-length mirror before crawling in bed and checking my phone.

Several threats of trying to find me, hunting me down like a bear were written in the messages, along with texts written in all caps. I sighed and threw my phone down as Luke entered and he silently got in bed. We sat in the dark silence for a while, listening to things getting shut off downstairs. After a bit, I heard Luke’s voice, which startled me slightly.

“So… what did your mom say to you once we were gone?” he asked curiously and I bit my lip.

“She um… started calling me out. Then she acted like she was about to hit me,” I said with a little frown. Luke was silent for a moment.

“If I wasn’t so comfy I’d get up and hug you.” I laughed at the comment and smiled.

“Air hug, I guess,” I stated and we laughed for a moment. “Good night, Luke.”

“Good night, Chloe,” he said and we both faded into a deep sleep.

The next morning came sooner than expected. My eyes creaked open to see the sunlight spewing into the room through the large glass window. I sighed and rolled over to see Luke wide awake, shirtless, and staring at his phone.

He felt my gaze and looked over. “Morning,” he said. Although he was wide awake, I was quite aware of his unkempt hair, and shirtless demeanor. 

“Morning,” I responded and slid back the covers, looking down at my feet and wiggling my toes before swinging my legs over the side of the bed and sitting like that. “What time is it?” I asked curiously, running a hand through my messy hair.

“Around eleven I think. I just woke up like ten minutes ago,” Luke explained and then dropped his phone and sitting up in his bed. “My mom should be back any minute with your stuff,” he said. I turned my head to look at him.

“My stuff?” I repeated.

“My mom went out to shop for you, since she thinks, well, at least hopes, that you’ll be staying with us for a bit. So she wants you to be comfortable here,” Luke said and I felt a warmth rising in my heart.

“You’re mom is the best,” I said, smiling down at my feet.

“I know,” Luke said with a little chuckle. “She’s always wanted to shop for a daughter anyway,” Luke said.

I was about to respond when a knock settled on the door. 

“Come in!” Luke shouted, turning to face the door. Liz walked through with a bag of stuff.

“Hi honey! How’d you sleep?” she asked curiously and carried the bag over to my bed, setting it down next to me. 

“I slept great, thank you,” I smiled happily as I watched her hands disappear inside the bag.

“Well I’m glad,” she beamed. “I went to the store and bought you some things,” she said and started pulling out objects as she called them. “A hairbrush, toothbrush, some toothpaste…” she trailed off and pulled out some clothes. “Some jeans, some lounge pants, some shirts… oh and I got you some cute bathing suits!” she said, pulling them out.

“Oh these are so cute!” I beamed, letting my fingers touch the smooth fabric.

“I know, I couldn’t resist! I also bought you some undies, socks, bras… I wasn’t sure what size you were, but you’re a nice size so I just guessed,” she said.

I picked up a black bra in my fingers and looked at it. “This is my size!” I exclaimed happily. “Thank you,” I said and then we both turned at the same time to see Luke staring at us, sitting up in his bed. His cheeks were flushed red and Liz and I began to laugh.

As the day wore on, it came to the point at night where everyone was starting to get ready for bed. I stood in the bathroom with Luke, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and checking my Twitter all at once. Luke shot me a bewildered Luke.

“How do you do that?” he asked through a mouth full of a toothpaste. He leaned down in the sink and spat, using his toothbrush to collect the rest of the spearmint flavored paste. “I can barely walk and talk at the same time,” Luke joked. 

I smirked as I did the same as he had, setting down my hairbrush and holding back my hair as I spit into the sink in front of me. I then stood straight up and grabbed my hairbrush again. “It’s a girl thing,” I replied with a simple shrug before sending the brush through my hair once more. Luke had decided to split the vanity in half so we could both put our things on the sink, yet still look nice. It was pretty helpful that the vanity was long and had two sinks.

We walked out of the bathroom, and I readjusted my new shirt as I walked. It was a white tank top, with the word 'Love’ written in black on the front, and the sides were cut low, revealing just below the end of my bra. It was loose, and comfortable to sleep in.

Luke and I crawled in bed and I relaxed my limbs, exhaling softly as my head hit the plush-like pillow and within moments I was asleep.


My awakening the next morning was quite rude. The door downstairs slammed shut and there was angry stomping. Shouts of protest emitted from downstairs and I opened my eyes to see Luke sitting up, staring at the door in surprise. He shot up and ran over to me.

“We gotta hide you,” he mumbled. I nodded and stood to my feet, following him to the closet. The space was small, but it was the best hiding place in Luke’s room. As soon as she shut the closet door, it was black, and we slowed our breathing as the footsteps approached Luke’s bedroom door.

Then, our breaths stopped altogether when the footsteps entered. There was the thud of things getting knocked to the floor, and I heard a crash of glass and winced. I wasn’t sure where Luke was, but was too scared to move to find him.

Agonizingly slow, the footsteps approached the door. My heart raced as the door was ripped open, nearly so fast it slid off its hinges, but over Luke’s shoulder I saw my mother. Luke was shielding me, his body pressed to mine in attempt to keep my mother’s hands off of me. I wondered why, but then I remembered when I’d told him about how my mother had nearly hit me. He was protecting me.

“Get off of her, you disgusting animal!” My mother shouted, her claw-like hand gripping Luke’s shoulder and yanking him backwards. He tried to grab the shelf overhead to keep himself between my mother and me, but he ripped the shelf off the wall and it went with him. Sprawled on his back on the bedroom floor, Luke groaned, weakly tossing the shelf off his chest.

Liz entered the room quickly and my mother turned to her. “How dare you allow your son to do this to my daughter? He had her in the closet, pressing his body against her!” Then she turned to me. “Really, Chloe? In a closet? You’re such a slut. Go get in the car, I’ve got some things to say to this young man,” she said and turned to glare at Luke, who was holding his head in pain.

I emerged from the closet, tears streaming down my cheeks now. “Mom, don’t hurt him,” I whimpered, falling to Luke’s side. “He wasn’t touching me! It’s not like that!” I screamed up at her. “He was protecting me from you!”

“And I just protected you from getting any diseases this boy has! Now go get in the car,” she said firmly. I didn’t move and she came toward me. “Now!” Her voice was risen, but I didn’t move from Luke’s side. My mother brought her hand down to lay upon my cheek, but Luke grabbed it and held it tightly.

“Don’t. Touch. Her,” he said, his blue eyes icy as he gazed upward at my outraged mother.

“Don’t touch me, you hormonal boy!” She pulled her hand free. “You people are banned from our lives, both mine and my daughter’s. She may not come here, you may not come there. Ever.” She gripped my shoulder and I cried out as she forced me to stand and dragged me out of the house. The car ride home was silent, but as soon as it stopped, I jumped out.

I sprinted inside and up the stairs, shutting and locking my door. I heard some things getting moved around, but I ignored them. I gazed out my window and could see Luke’s house over the tree tops. I sighed and sat down beside it, gazing out. 


I’d fallen asleep sometime that day. When I awoke, it was around midnight. I carefully turned my doorknob, hearing the lock click and tried to push the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. I pushed the handle hard, still nothing. I walked around my room briefly before grabbing a large, hard-covered book. I raised it above my head and brought it down on the handle sharply, taking it clean off. 

I stared at the medal piece in surprise and leaned down to see the other side’s handle gone, too. It was just a hole in the door now. I looked down to see what was blocking me from exiting my room, but I saw nothing except an empty superglue bottle.


I sighed and slumped against the door in exhaust, my eyes fluttering shut with exhaustion, but immediately shooting open with a thud was heard outside my window. I watched as a dark silhouette appeared outside my two story bedroom window and tapped. My heart raced as I went closer to it, slowly.

Then I saw a familiar blue eyed face and ran the rest of the way, yanking open the window and helping him get inside my room.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as he shut the window to prevent the cool night air from leaking into my room even more.

“My mom said I could come out and make sure you were okay,” Luke explained. “I knocked on the door, but your mom wasn’t very happy to see my face. Then again, she did ban me,” he said quietly, for fear of being heard.

“Well thanks… you wouldn’t happen to have any food on you, would you?” I asked curiously. “I’m hungry, and I’m pretty sure my mom superglued my door shut,” I stated.

Luke dug in his pockets for a minute before pulling something out. “I’ve got gum,” he said with a small chuckle. “Come to my house. I can feed you,” he stated.

“If my mom sees I’m gone, she’ll kill me.”

“How’s she gonna see? Your doors gonna be stuck for a long time.”

“I sorta… kinda.. broke the handle. There’s a big hole in my door,” I said. Luke looked at me in disbelief before walking to the door, examining the hole and nodded.

“Wow… how’d you do that?”

“With a book,” I admitted and Luke laughed quietly.

“Well, you leaving’s out… I could bring you some food?” he offered.

“Alright,” I said.

“I’ll be back in a bit, stay awake,” Luke said and opened up the window. I watched him shut it behind him and then watched him climb down a ladder he’d set up. Then he disappeared and I sat in my room and waited.

Moments later he returned with a bag. I opened the window for him and he took some stuff out. It was two ham and cheese sandwiches and a bag of Lays. 

He sat down with me by the window, relaxing and eating our food. “My family says hi,” Luke said through a mouthful of bread. “She was so upset after you left. She was crying… and Jack and Ben were really scared when my mom explained what happened.”

“I just wish I could live with you guys. You’re a better family for me than my mom has ever been,” I mumbled lightly and Luke shrugged.

“Maybe you could? I mean, document some files and stuff…”

“It’d take my mother’s signature, and I’m her only child. She’d never give me up.”

“Child services?”

“My aunt tried once… my mom just slid right past them. She’s smooth.”

Luke exhaled softly and looked down at the phone I’d stuffed in my pocket. “Here, give me your phone,” he said. I slid it out from my pocket, unlocked it and handed it to him, watching him closely. Luke entered his number and gave it back. “Now if you ever need anything, just call. I’m a rooftop away.”

I smiled brightly and nodded. “Thanks Luke,” I said as I slid my hand into the bag of chips, grabbing one and tossing it into my mouth. He nodded lightly and when we finished, we just sat back and talked.

“Chloe?” a sudden shout came from the other room. My eyes widened and I quickly looked at Luke. He scrambled quickly before opening the window and diving out, closing it. 

I grabbed the bag of chips and sandwich wrappers and threw them in the corner, along with the bag Luke had brought them in. 

My mother’s fingers were suddenly visible through the hole. “Chloe? What..?” she then tried to open the door.

“You superglued the door shut, remember?” I frowned. She was still for a moment.

“I heard voices…”

“That was me talking to myself. There’s nothing else to do but starve anyway,” I said. “I’m probably gonna die in here…”

“Don’t be dramatic, no you’re not.”

“What happens when I get hungry?”

“I’ll slip food through this hole.”

“What about school? The bathroom? Normal human interactions?!”

My mother was silent before she responded. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll have your father break down your door,” she said.

“Fine. Now go,” I demanded. My mother was unhappy with my order, but obeyed anyway. 

I walked to the window and opened it, sticking my head out. “Luke?” I whispered and the blonde suddenly became visible. He knelt beneath my window. “I’m having my door taken down tomorrow,” I said.

“So going anywhere overnight’s out of the question?” he asked and I nodded lightly.

“Yeah… I’m not sure when it’s gonna happen,” I admitted and Luke sighed.

“Well, goodnight Chloe,” he said and reached in and hugged me tight before disappearing down his ladder. I smiled weakly and closed the window and moved to my bed. It was difficult, but I eventually fell asleep.


In the morning, I simply woke up to see my door gone. There was just a large gap in my room. I slid out of bed and walked over to see dried super glue here are there from where it’d dripped a bit. I then heard something coming up the stairs and saw my dad. He gave me a little nod as he carried my new door up the stairs. I backed up as he matched it up to the hinges and then secured it in place. 

The sound of the drill gave me a headache and I walked to the window. I’d never gone out on the roof before, so I pulled up the window and put my socked-foot on the cold shackles. The roofing beneath my window was flat, which made it easy to crawl out and sat on the top of my house.

I gazed out and saw the things that the corners of the window had restrained me from seeing. I saw more houses, more trees, more sky than I had before. 

The top of the ladder suddenly appearing and slapping the gutter made me scream and jump back. My spine hit the side of the house and I lurched forward, toppling forward. I screamed and reached up, managing to grab the gutter, which was starting to bend.

“Chloe! Hang on!” I heard Luke shout.

“I’ve got that covered!” I whimpered and tried to swing myself back over the edge, but to no avail.

“Just… just let go and tuck your legs up to your chest. Trust me!” he said, though he seemed unsure himself. But I did trust him. I relaxed my fingers and let myself fall from the gutter, quickly tucking my knees up to my chest and feeling back turn to face the ground. 

I closed my eyes, preparing for impact when I felt two strong arms grab me, twirling me slightly to relieve the sharp momentum I’d just come from. Luke held me tight in his arms, pressing me into his chest.

“Thank god that worked,” he mumbled and I laughed leaning up and kissing his cheek lightly.

“Thank you,” I said and watched his cheeks turn a light pink.

“You’re welcome,” he said and looked up from where I’d fallen from. “Do you uh… wanna come over?” he asked and I thought for a moment.

“I don’t know… my parents are fixing my door,” I said and Luke nodded.

“Well… come over tonight, alright? My family misses you,” he chuckled.

“What time?” I asked with a smile.

“Sometime after dinner?” he suggested and I nodded.

“I’ll be there.”

But dinner never came. Hour after hour of sitting in my room, waiting to be called, I listened for my name, cracked my door a few times to try to get a whiff of food, but nothing.

“Perhaps we should get her dinner?” I heard my father suggest.

“After what she put me through? I don’t think so. She needs to lose weight, anyway.”

“That’s wrong,” my father interjected.

“I’m a mother, I have the right to punish my daughter.”

My empty stomach knotted up and I groaned. I looked over the treetops and saw Luke’s house, almost every window lit up. I glanced at my bed and looked around. I walked to the closet, grabbing a wig I’d worn in third grade for Halloween, and laid it on my pillow, then slid some pillows under the blankets, just in case they walked in.

I slid on some shoes, opened up my window and climbed down the ladder Luke had set up earlier that day and decided to take a short cut. Rather than going down the street, I cut between two houses, through the narrow forest, and into the next subdivision. I walked to Luke’s house and then rang the doorbell.

After a bit, Liz opened the door, instantly smiling as she saw me. “Chloe! You’re back! How are you?” she asked.

“Good,” I said as she stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter. I happily took off my shoes and set them by the door.

“Luke! Chloe’s here!” Liz shouted up the stairwell. There were several footsteps trumpeting down the stairs, and as they came into sight, I saw Ben rushing down the stairs, Luke at his heels, tugging at his collar.

“Ben! Ben stop!” Luke begged as they both reached the bottom and Liz and I backed up.

Ben leaned over and mumbled in Luke’s ear. “I could tell her right now,” he said, but Luke pushed him out of the room, and Ben didn’t return.

“Hey,” Luke said cooly.

“Luke why’d you do that?” Liz questioned and Luke shrugged.

“Playful game. Right buddy?” he called into the other room, but Ben only grunted in response. “Anyways, how have you been Chloe?” he asked curiously. “It’s a bit past dinner…”

“Sorry, I didn’t have any,” I admitted and I felt both Luke and Liz staring at me. “My mom won’t feed me.”

“That’s nonsense!” Liz shouted angrily. “I was just making the boys some dessert if you wanna help?”

“I’d love to,” I said.

“I’ll help,” Luke offered.

“Oh, now you wanna help when your friend’s doing it, but don’t want to when it’s just me and you?” Liz teased him and Luke turned a light shade of pink. “Come on then,” she said and lead us to the kitchen.

We ended up making cupcakes, and after an hour of baking Liz took them out and we all got those little pastry sacks and filled them with frosting before starting to decorate them.

I glanced over and saw Luke drawing a willy with his pink frosting and I elbowed him gently, holding in my laughter. But as soon as Luke’s blue eyes connected with mine, we both fell into laughter, bending over and clutching our stomachs.

“What is so funny?” Liz asked curiously, and Luke quickly swiped up the frosting with his finger and then wiped it off on my nose. 

“That,” he said with a little smirk.

“Oh yeah?” I challenged and grabbed the pastry sack and gave him a little mustache. “Well I think that’s hilarious,” I smirked and Luke went cross eyed to try to look at the light blue mustache I’d given him. He licked it off smoothly.

“Why thank you for the delicious mustache, my queen,” Luke said with a playful bow.

I curtseyed with a laugh. “Any time, peasant.”

“You two fight like kids,” Mrs. Hemmings declared with a laugh.

Shortly after finishing our cupcakes, Luke and I were covered in frosting. We headed upstairs, took showers, and then decided it would be best to sleep in my house tonight since I had school.

With an exhausted appearance, we crawled into my bed and fell asleep.


Six in the morning came sooner than expected. My dad knocked on the door to wake me up, causing Luke to fall out of the bed and slide under it quickly. Hearing the thud, my dad opened the door and glanced around the room before looking at me.

“I’m awake. Please shut the door so I can get ready,” I said. He nodded lightly before shutting the door. 

Luke crawled out and breathed a small sigh. “That was way too close,” he said lightly. I nodded and moved to my closet sleepily, dressing in a pair of skinny jeans and a loose grey sweatshirt right in front of him. I didn’t notice until I turned to see Luke’s pink cheeks.

“Oh… sorry,” I said and yawned. “I’m not a morning person.”

“It’s fine. I’m not much of a-”

My mother whipped open the door, stopping Luke in his tracks. “I knew I heard a voice,” she said and looked from Luke to the bed. “Oh no. Chloe, you dumb whore! Sleeping with boys, especially a boy whom I’ve banned?” she questioned and my cheeks grew hot.

“Madam, your daughter and I have done nothing serious,” Luke said.

“Really? You slept in her bed, didn’t you? You did. I see it, the crinkled covers, the messy hair, and not to mention your bare torso,” my mother said.

“So? My friends and I have slept in the same bed before.”

“That’s different. Your friends are all girls.”

“Not all of them,” I said.

“Oh, please don’t tell me this… this savage is your friend. God, Chloe. Have some self control. He’s garbage! He draws you in with his good looks but he won’t be there for you when you need him to be.”

“Mom! He’s a friend, we’re not getting married,” I scolded and she drew back.

“Don’t raise your tone at me!” she said and shook her head. “I should have never trusted you, Chloe. Ya know what, fine. Go sleep with this boy. Go live with the Hemmings. Don’t go to school. Pack your bags now. I expect you gone by the time I get back from work,” my mother said and slammed the door shut.

“I’m sorry, Chloe,” Luke said softly. I turned to him.

“Why be sorry? It’s what I wanted,” I stated and Luke’s sympathy turned to joy. “We should ask your mom first…”

Luke pulled out his phone with a shrug. “I guess so, but we already know her answer.” The phone rang and Liz’s voice was heard over the phone. “Hey mom. Chloe’s mom kicked her out… kinda… is it ok if she-”

“Yes! Of course, she can stay,” Liz said and I beamed, looking down at my toes as I blushed happily.

Luke laughed softly. “Alright mom,” he said with a soft smile. “Thanks, bye,” he said.

“Bye sweetie,” Liz said before Luke hung up and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

“Well I guess I should pack,” I said and dug out my suitcase. “Wanna help?”

It didn’t take too long for me to pack. I threw in the clothes I still wore, jewelry, perfume, makeup, other necessities. 

As Luke and I made the trip to his house with my things, I couldn’t help but cry. As much as I hated my mother at the moment, I knew a part of me was going to miss her, and I knew I’d miss my dad. 

I was doing well with hiding my streaming eyes, but when we got to Luke’s room, I dropped my stuff and plopped on the bed, burying my face into the covers.

Luke was still for a moment before I felt the bed dip beside me and his palm found my back, rubbing smooth circles. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “If you want, we can just stay here… you’re a few hours late anyway.” When I didn’t respond, he went on. “We can make hot chocolate, and watch disney movies under warm blankets, and we can go to the movie room where it’s nice and dark,” he offered.

I smiled at the offer and sat up slowly, wiping my eyes with the sleeves of my sweatshirt. Luke wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him before rubbing my back once more.

I closed my eyes at the blissful touch and nodded to his offer. “Okay,” I whimpered softly.

And watch movies is what we did.

Luke took me to the movie room, and he got us a big fluffy blanket to share. He shut the door and pulled down the blinds so everything was dark except for the area around the TV.

We did this until around four in the afternoon. We’d just finished Bambi and Liz opened up the door.

“Hey kids,” Liz greeted us. Luke said a monotoned, 'hey,’ but I shot up from the blankets and hugged her tightly. “Luke what did you do?” she teased.

I laughed and slowly pulled away from the hug. “I just wanted to say thank you… for everything,” I explained and Liz smiled.

“No problem, sweetie,” she said happily. We talked shortly before we turned around. Liz shut the door on her way out and I settled next to Luke once more.

“She really loves you,” Luke chuckled. “She’s never that excited when she comes home from work.”

I smiled and shrugged lightly. “I’m just glad she likes me,” I said and Luke shrugged.

“My whole family adores you.”

“Even you?” I smirked.

“Yeah,” he admitted and smiled down at me. I felt my cheeks grow read and I turned my head to face the floor. “That night… when you and Ben were running down the stairs? What was Ben about to tell me?” I asked.

Luke looked at me and bit his lip. “Nothing,” he said. I knew he was lying, but didn’t have the energy to urge him on. I sighed and leaned against his chest as the credits came to a stop. Luke looked down at me and I tilted my chin slightly to look at him. “What do you wanna watch now?” he asked and I shrugged.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, grabbing a handful of popcorn and throwing it into my mouth. 

We ended up watching another Disney movie, Monsters Inc, before we ate dinner. Shortly after, we decided to head to bed.

I dressed in my pajamas and looked out Luke’s window briefly, staring at my house. I watched my bedroom light turn on, then switch back off quickly. I sighed and pulled back the covers of the bed to find a daddy-long-leg spider. I squealed and jumped back, my heart racing.

“Chloe? Chloe! Calm down!” Luke said, and held me still. “It’s okay, it’s just a spider,” he said. He took a magazine and took the little guy before opening up his window and releasing it, then shutting the window.

“That was so gross,” I whimpered and Luke chuckled. 

“You’ll live,” he smirked and I shivered.

“I don’t wanna go to bed,” I pouted and Luke looked at me.

“My bed doesn’t have any spiders,” he said. I looked at him and nodded before crawling into his bed. It was warm and the sheets were soft and silky. My head hit the pillow and I smiled lightly. I looked up to see Luke crawling in. He smiled at me. “Goodnight,” he muttered.

I curled up toward his warm chest and breathed out a sigh. “Goodnight.”


When I woke up, my face was pressed to something. My eyes fluttered open to see the middle of Luke’s chest, right in my face. My forehead was pressed against it, Luke’s hands held me close, and our legs were tangled. My heart stopped as a knock occurred on the door. 

“Come in,” Luke breathed sleepily. I saw his blue eyes flutter open, but he didn’t seem phased at all by the position of our bodies.

I turned to see the door creak open, light spewing into the darkness as Ben became visible. He smirked at us and shook his head. “Luke, you dog,” he said. Luke groaned and slowly pulled away from the embrace.

“What do you want, Ben?” he asked.

“Just thought I’d wake Chloe up for school,” Ben explained and I whined at the thought of the stone building.

“You don’t have to go,” Luke hummed in my ear. Ben rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Luke. She’s gotta head back and earn that degree, then your fuck buddy’s all yours.”

“Why does everyone assume we fuck?” Luke asked irritably.

“Well, you always hold her so close, and right now you don’t want her to leave. It just seems so romantic,” Ben mocked and I slipped away from Luke.

“I’m going,” I declared, opening up a dresser drawer specially given for my things. Once again, I heard Ben whisper to Luke.

“Remember to be nice to me Luke. I could tell her at any time.”

“Tell me what?” I asked, twirling around. Both boys stared at me and I crossed my arms over my chest. “Come on, Luke. If it’s that serious you need to whisper about it, then…” I sighed in frustration and shook my head. “Never mind.”

Ben left and I began getting ready for school. I grabbed my clothes and entered the bathroom. Changing, brushing my teeth, hair and applying a bit of make up before stepping out to see Luke, fully dressed.

“I’m gonna take you,” he explained and I nodded. I grabbed my backpack from the corner of the room and lifted it up and over my shoulder. We hurried downstairs and got into his car. He dropped me off with a smile. “Have a good day,” he said.

“I won’t,” I muttered and hopped out.

After what felt like years, the end of the day came. I stood waiting in the crowd of people whom were also waiting to be picked up when a group of girls to my right were talking about Luke and his band.

“The blond one’s super cute. What’s his name, Logan?”

“It’s Luke,” I mumbled, but they heard me and turned to look at me.


“His name is Luke.”

“Oh, are you one of those girls who stalk him daily?” she asked and I shook my head.

“No…” I stated. “I-”

“You’re so weird. Actually thinking any guy would like you back.”


I was cut off when they started to squeal and I turned around to see Luke making his way through the crowd. I could easily make him out with his height and good looks. The girls quickly made themselves look decent as he approached, but were startled when he hugged me.

“How was it?” he mumbled softly in my ear.

“Absolute hell,” I muttered back. “A bunch of bitches over there,” I whispered and Luke turned his head to look at them. Instantly they grinned and waved. “Let’s get out of here,” I mumbled.

“Luke, wait! Can we have a kiss on the cheek?” one asked and Luke bit his lip.

“I’ll give you all a hug if you promise to stop messing with my girl,” Luke said and my cheeks reddened. His girl? My stomach formed a nervous knot as the girls nodded their heads rapidly.

Luke smiled lightly and then hugged each one before leading me to his parked car. I climbed in and he drove me back to his house.

As soon as I got back I threw by bag down and sat down on the couch, relaxing my limbs. Luke took a seat next to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

“Holy crap, Chloe, you’re all tense,” he said. “Turn to the side a bit.” I gave him access to my back and he began to rub the knots in my shoulder blades. 

“Luke?” I asked as he massaged my shoulders, and heard a hum in reply. “What did you mean when you said, 'my girl’?” I asked curiously. Luke’s actions slowed a little.

“I just meant um… my friend,” Luke said and suddenly Ben walked past the living room.

“Bull shit,” he said through a fake cough.

“Um… okay,” I said, deciding to drop it once again to let Luke finish the job. Once I was relaxed, I let my body fall from Luke’s grip and my back rested in his lap. He turned on the TV and I turned my head, letting his fingers play with my hair.

Ben sat down on the other couch and I felt his eyes staring at us. Finally Luke spoke up.

“Can I help you?”

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just thinking about watching Twilight. Ya know, the movie where a normal girl is being admired by a boy with a secret…”

“Get out of here, Ben,” Luke frowned.

“What secret?” I asked, looking up at Luke and his icy blue eyes stared down at mine. 

“Nothing,” he said quickly. 

“Come on Luke,” Ben taunted.

“Get out.”

“Make me.”

Luke gently moved me aside as he stood up, and pretty soon he and Ben were on the floor of the living room, wrestling.

“Oh my god, guys!” I shouted as Luke pinned Ben quickly, but Ben stood and threw Luke on the empty couch. Ben straddled Luke and put his hands over the blond boy’s mouth.

“Hey, Chloe? Luke-” he was cut off with his own scream when Luke pushed him to the ground and covered his mouth.

“Ignore him. He’s stupid.” But Luke was flipped onto his back and Ben stood up.


Luke tackled Ben quickly. “Chloe, do me a favor and go up to my room. Now,” he pleaded. I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and awkwardly left, walking up the stairs. Down in the living room there was shouting and cut off screams and I ran for Jack, knocking on the door.

“Yeah?” Jack asked as he opened the door and winced at the shouts coming from downstairs. “What’s that awful noise?”

“Ben and Luke are wrestling… can you make them stop?” I asked and Jack nodded, racing down the steps quickly. I then walked to Luke’s room, sitting on his bed. I refused to touch my bed at the moment.

Luke walked into the room a while later. His hair looked rugged, his shirt slightly baggy from Ben pulling at the fabric. “That… was terrible,” he mumbled.

I looked at him as I pulled out my homework, a quick math worksheet. “Didn’t sound too good, either,” I said as I pulled out my pencil. I did the worksheet as Luke fixed himself up. We finished around the same time and I stuffed the work back into my bag and stretched.

“Are you going to tell me… ever?” I asked and Luke looked up at me.

“Maybe…” he said, though he seemed unsure. “I probably will at some point. Just not today.”


“No,” he said firmly.

“Is it bad?”

“Of course not!” Luke said. “Well, maybe for you… I dunno…”

“Luke, if it’s bad, just don’t tell me, alright? My self esteem’s bad enough with all the people at my school that hate me. I don’t even talk to half the people that hate me, they just do because I’m no beautiful or perfect. So if you’re little secret is just you hating me, fine. Just don’t tell me things like that. I don’t have enough self esteem.”

That was when Luke rushed in and pressed his lips to mine.


The next day at school was the same. I stood waiting in line for lunch when the girls from yesterday showed up; Jenna, Katie, and Riley. 

“So, Chloe. What’s with you and Luke?” Katie asked with a light smirk.

“Is he throwing you a pity party?” Riley asked.

“No,” I mumbled lightly.

“No?” Jenna repeated. “That’s a surprise,” she said. Her words bugged me and etched themselves into my mind. I glanced up at the beginning of the line. It was moving as slow as ever.

“Why don’t you leave me alone?”

“Woah, shut your whore mouth and listen. We-” she stopped when a voice cleared his throat behind her and I saw Luke.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as he walked around the girls, who were staring at his handsome features.

“I know I’m kinda a douche for not telling you the secret,” he mumbled, and then looked over at the girls. “And I was trying to make sure these ladies kept their promise, which they didn’t,” he said before looking down at me.

“What’s the secret? She’s a slut? We know,” Jenna sounded. You’d think she would stop now that Luke was here, but nope.

Luke shook his head, his gaze never once leaving mine. He slowly leaned down and attached his lips to mine, right in front of these girls to show who he belonged to. I kissed him back deeply before we slowly pulled our bodies away.

“See ya later babe,” Luke said with a little wink. I waved, my body breathless from the kiss. I got my food and left the line, quickly settling down my Sarah.

The end of the school day came quickly and I stood proudly in the line with a smile on my lips. I could feel the girl’s hateful glares, but when I saw Luke pull in, I didn’t care. He was all I could think about. He hopped out of his car and jogged over to me, hugging me tight before leading me back to his car.

This is what happened every day this week, except Friday. Friday was Valentine’s Day. Luke dropped me off, and at lunch, he surprised me with a box of chocolates, and the fact that he was going to give me a ride early. 

While everyone finished their lunches, Luke lead me to his car. He drove home with a smirk on his lips. “Everyone’s at work. Except my dad. He gave us the house to ourselves,” he explained and I nodded, a small blush on my cheeks as Luke lead me inside the house.

There were candles lit and it looked like a cheesy love movie, but Luke was so sweet about it. He hummed in my ear and lead me to the kitchen, where I saw the beginning of a red rose petal trail. I raised a brow and looked over at Luke, who was smirking proudly.

I laughed happily and he lead me along the path, that lead up the stairs, and to his room. The petals ended at his bed and I smirked. “You cheeky little shit,” I mumbled and he laughed.


He smirked and we laid on the bed and cuddled, my body pressed into his before I felt his fingers start tracing little hearts on my side. I looked up at him and he attached our lips, kissing me slightly roughly. My heart rate sped up as I straddled him, my eyes closing as I kissed him and then I leaned forward, accidentally grinding on him. His reaction was smooth. He groaned aloud and tilted his head back.

"Do it again?” he asked and I did it back and forth, biting down on my lip as I heard Luke moan low in his throat. His hands moved to my shirt as the door whipped open. I turned my head to see Ben standing in the doorway.

“I knew it,” Ben smirked.

“Go away, Ben!” Luke yelled. 

“Alright, alright. Sorry, I forgot my wallet,” he said. We stayed still until we heard the door downstairs close and Luke groaned.

“That ruined the moment,” he said and I glanced down at his pants.

“Apparently not for your little friend. He’s into the moment as ever,” I stated and Luke laughed a little as I straddled him once more.


I panted deep breaths as Luke fell to my side. I cuddled into his chest, our sweaty bodies pressing up against each other.

“I love you, Chloe,” Luke breathed in my ear.

“I love you too,” I mumbled as I caught my breath, closing my eyes and relaxing.

Once again we heard the door downstairs open and close and Mr. Hemmings’ voice as he hummed while climbing the steps. Luke slid on his lounge pants while I rushed to the bathroom quickly.

Mr. Hemmings opened the door and peered in. “Luke where’s-” he froze and stared at the rose petals, and the candles around the room. “Wow… you get that from me,” he said with a proud laugh and Luke chuckled nervously. “Where’s Chloe?” he asked.

“Um, bathroom.”

“You guys… done?” Mr. Hemmings asked awkwardly. 


“Okay… um… okay.” Mr. Hemmings left without another word and I slipped on my robe before walking out of the bathroom and settling down next to Luke.

“That was weird,” Luke laughed as he held me close to his chest.

“Yeah,” I said in agreement.


The next night was a normal Saturday. We were enjoying dinner when the doorbell rang. Mr. Hemmings got up to answer it. “Lau-”

“Get out of my way,” I heard a familiar voice. I turned my head as my mother appeared. She walked closer and she put on a fake smile. “Hey honey!” she said. Everyone at the table tensed up. “Time to pack your things!”

“I’m not going back,” I said firmly, and I felt Luke’s hand grip mine tightly.

“Oh don’t worry. We’re not going back. We’re moving,” my mother said and I felt my heart pound.

“To where?” I asked curiously.

“London. I’ve been offered a teaching job for 5th graders. A much higher pay than I receive now.”

“That’s stupid, I don’t even live with you anymore.”

“No one signed any custody papers, you’re still my child,” my mother said and sighed. “We’re leaving Monday.”

“You can’t do this!” Luke shouted and my mother glared at him.

“Yes, I can. She’s my daughter, and I’m taking her with me to a fine country where hopefully she’ll learn some manners,” she said and dipped her head lightly. “Have a nice night,” she said briefly before turning and walking out the front door.


“Isn’t this a lovely home?” my mother asked as she lead us inside. The home was large, and already furnished.

“I have no friends here.”

“You never had friends anyway.”

“I had Luke,” I said briskly. “And his family means more to me than you guys ever will.”

“Oh, stop complaining. It wouldn’t last anyway. You’ve got a future, he’s got this dumb band.”

I didn’t respond. My mother’s arguments were weak. I ran up to my new room, which now had a balcony. I sighed and leaned over the railing, peering down at the cement below. I closed my eyes, letting the wind rustle my hair as my phone beeped.

Luke was FaceTiming me. I clicked accept and saw his face, the time difference insane. It looked like 4 am there, but he was wide awake, though his eyes looked red, and his cheeks glistened from tears.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey… how’s London?”

“It sucks,” I said immediately. “So where are you?”

“With my bandmates,” Luke said. He disappeared for a moment before the room was lighted up and I saw surrounding Luke was a boy with dark hair and dark eyes, another with dyed hair and light eyes, and another with a bandana wrapped around his curly hair. “This is the girl I’ve been telling you about,” he said and I felt a blush appear on my cheeks.

“Luke says your a nice fuck,” Calum said with a smirk and I laughed.

“Um…. thanks.”

“We’re not kidding. That’s all he talked about during the band rehearsal,” Ashton stated and I looked at Luke.

“I’m dead,” Luke joked and I smiled.

“I’d kill you but we’re thousands of miles away.”

“Yeah,” Luke said and he suddenly looked sad. "I’ll be there soon, alright?“ 

"How? Even if you do come, my mother’s still here,” I complained. 

“Do you have a window?”

“I have a balcony.”

“Perfect,” Luke smiled and then a shout was heard from the other room. “I gotta go princess, love you,” he said.

“Love you too,” I said, and then he was gone from the screen. I sighed and bit my lip, humming the tune of 'Wherever You Are’ in my head.


A month later I laid in bed, staring at the dark ceiling. My eyes closed and opened as I drifted in and out of sleep. The bed was cold around me, and my heart longed for the blond boy I’d come to love. 

My heart went cold when something tapped on the sliding glass door that lead to the balcony and I felt a rush of excitement as I saw a tall figure standing there. I flicked on the lamp to see Luke, grinning at me with a stupid smile.

I ran to the door, throwing it open and I hugged Luke tightly. “You idiot, what are you doing here?” I asked lovingly.

“My band and I are on a little promoting tour. I had to stop by,” he said with a smile and I gazed up at him.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I said.

“I know baby,” Luke said happily. 

And then I woke up.

My mother shook my shoulders gently. “Chloe? The Hemmings are going to be here for supper any minute! Let’s go!”

Macaroni pt. 10 // Luke Hemmings

Requested; Yes
Summary; Luke is a struggling single parent and you’re his son’s teacher.

Warning; smoot

(part 1-9)

“(Y/N) please talk to me I know I messed up big time and you’re mad at me but-” Luke huffed with arms folded across his chest, watching you whilst you threw in Toby’s dirty laundry into the washer. Thankfully Andy and Liz took Toby to catch a movie, wanting to spend some quality time with their grandson. But that also meant they left you alone with Luke and to be honest the last thing you wanted to do was to confront Luke, your mind was filled with concern for the future.

“You lost your job Luke!” You snapped, spinning around to face Luke who now look like he’d been shot at.

“It wasn’t my fault I swear! My boss wouldn’t give me the weekends off, all I wanted to do was spend some quality time with my son and my girlfriend is that too much to ask?”

“So it’s my fault?” You scoffed at Luke, pushing right past him to your (his) shared bedroom.

“No! That’s-” He was getting annoyed because he knew there was no way he could make the situation better, he set himself up and now was the aftermath.

“Luke you lied to me. You said everything was fine when it wasn’t,” He caught your wrist and turned you around, bringing you closer to him, “I’m not mad because you lost your job, I’m mad at the fact that you didn’t tell me. I found out yesterday when I met your family for the first time. I thought we were in this together.” As much as it killed you, you stepped away.

Keep reading

rebound // luke hemmings [fluff]

side note: this is kind of messy but i’m okay with it a little?? like i feel like it would realistically not go smoothly so like yeah i don’t know [SECOND PART TO HOME]

Luke didn’t remember a word he’d said the next morning - either that, or he’d done an amazing job ignoring what’d he’d said. It wasn’t like you were expecting him to wake you up with pancakes (the syrup carefully poured on the top to resemble a smiley face like he used to, though it always mixed together and looked like a demonic pancake) and tell you that everything he said last night was true. You weren’t expecting that at all but you definitely weren’t expecting him to be gone the next morning before you even woke up. He was mindful enough to leave a note, easing your worries that he’d wandered off into the night half-drunk.

Thanks for taking care of me last night.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

4/4 - boy next door, bonfire, camp counselor, frat boy

Ashton: Camp Counselor-
(So I’m basing this off the one and only experience I’ve ever had at a camp so sorry if it’s totally stupid) alright so camp councilor Ash is probs my fav cause I mean just imagine him being all cute and giggly with the little kids? I mean all the little girls would be in absolute love him am I right? Okay anyway, so you’d be the head councilor for the girl cabins and he’d be the head councilor for the boy cabins and each year you two would shamelessly flirt with one another but neither of you would make an actual move. Well all summer the two of you had been waging these prank wars between the girls and boys and the terms were, who ever gave in first had to do what ever the other said for the remainder of the stay at camp. Eventually you just got fed up so you called it quits and asked what the terms were, thinking they were going to be crazy, but all he said was “go to the dance with at the end of summer” and of course you said yes cause you’d been crushing on him ever since you met him your first day on the job. Well when the dance finally rolled around he’d like stroll over to your cabin and picked you up and took you to the dance and it would be so cute cause like he would just look at you and blush a little and have the goofiest grin on his face. When you’d slow dance and would hold you really close and lean in a whisper in your ear things like “you look so beautiful” or “I’ve wanted to do this for three years now but I never had the courage to ask you”. It would seriously be so adorable and at the end of the night he’d walk you back to your cabin and lead you up to the door and kiss you good night and tell you he’d see you in the morning. For the rest of your time at camp the two of your would always be together cause like the dance made you to officially a thing and by the time everyone was packing up and getting ready to go home you had his number with the promise of an actual date that weekend.

Michael: Bonfire-
So in my humble opinion, Michael would be the fucking life of that bonfire party. Like he’d have his guitar out and you’d all be like goofing off then all the sudden things would get kinda serious and he would start playing an actual song instead of the random chords and phrases he was making up earlier just to get a laugh out of everyone. And it’d be really cool cause everyone would get really quite as he got super into the song and when he started to sing you’d just smile really big at him because you absolutely loved it when he just got lost in his music because you could tell that’s when he was happiest. Then when his song was over everyone would clap and cheer and stuff and you’d just like nuzzle your head into his shoulder and he’d smile down at you and kiss your forehead and you’d lean up and kiss his lips and things would kinda get a little steamy so our pull back and bite your lip and nod back towards his car. You’d get up and walk over to were he was parked with him hot on your heels and he’d back you up against the car and you’d start to properly make out. Things would be getting like really hot and heavy until Calum walked around the side of the car and freaked out because he saw Michael unbuttoning your jeans and Michael would tell like “what the fuck are you doing?!” And Calum would turn blood read and say “I was coming to get the other cooler of beer and I see you and y/n getting on oh my god ewww” and you’d be like “mood ruined” and sassily walk off and Michael would stare at Calum and be like “this is all your fucking fault” and punch him in the arm before stalking off after you.

Luke: Boy-Next-Door-
Oh my god okay so like imagine you and your family being new to the neighborhood and Liz seeing all the moving trucks and stuff she’d go grab Luke and be like c’mon we have to meet the new family. So they’d go over and Luke wouldn’t be paying much attention (probs be playing around on his phone) until he heard you talk to his mom and he would kinda peak up at you then his head would snap up cause damn you’re gorgeous and he had to hear you talk more. His mouth would be hanging open and he’d be staring at you shamelessly and you’d just kind of giggle and blush. Well by then your parents would have come back out of the house and introduce themselves and before you knew it Liz had invited all your family over for dinner the next night and Luke was silently praising his mom because dinner with you would be perfect. Well the next night you and your family would show up and Luke would be really sweet and flirty and by the end of dinner Liz had told him to take you outside to the back porch so the adults could talk or something. You two would go out there and it would be kinda awkward for the first few minutes but eventually he would open up and you two would start chatting and stuff and he’d be like “you wanna hang out sometime?” And of course you’d except cause I mean he was just so perfect and sweet. So the next day he came over to your house and helped you unpack for a a little while then he took you to a movie and OMG I wanna be his next door neighbor

Calum: Frat Boy-
Alrighty so frat boy Cal would have been at a massive party the night before a really important lecture he had. Well he woke up the next morning hung over as fuck obviously and decided just to skip class for the day. He kinda started to panic tho because this lecture was basically the only type review he was going to have for the midterm next week so he would stumble out of bed and grab his phone and called you because he knew you hated to miss class so you’d most likely have been there and taken good notes. You just sighed and said I’ll be over in a bit. So you showed up and he looks like shit cause he practically drank his entire body weight the night before so you go get him some water and Advil and make him take them. After he took the medicine and drank the water, you’d get out a copy of the notes you had made for him and he’s like thank you so much you seriously just saved my ass and you’d roll your eyes and be like “I literally do this all the time Calum” and he’d say seriously you’re the best friend and tutor ever. And you’d smile and kiss his cheek and be like get some rest. But as you stood from the bed he’d like grab your wrist so you’d turn back to look at him and cock an eyebrow and he’d bite his lip and be like “I really want to thank you properly. You put up with way too much shit from me” then he’d suggest a really fancy restaurant in town and you’d kinda get nervous cause you were crushing hard on him and you’d be like “like a date..?” And he’d smile and be like “yeah like a date” and you’d get all smiley and Blushy and be like okay and kiss his cheek again but he’d turn is head at the last second so you’d kiss his lips and that’s how your adorable cheeky romance with Calum began

The Canadian Contingent -- A SoMa First Date

This fic is dedicated to l0chn3ss​, ash-is-boss​, and all the people whose birthdays I never wrote fics for. I hope this 7k fic makes up for it.
I present an adaptation of the pilot episode “Gavin and Stacey,” starring Where'sMyTidePen!Soul, SmallTownGirl!Maka, Where'sMyLeatherWhip!Liz, and DennisReynolds!Wes. Guest starring Black Star, Spirit, and Free.

Maka: Stop it! Everybody’s looking at me!

Soul: not my fault you got a dirty laugh.

Maka: ah;lshdalkshfslk It is your fault!

Maka turned her cellphone face down and covered her mouth to stifle her giggles. She should really know better than to chat with Soul on the theater’s time, but with all the excitement bubbling in her stomach, who could blame her? Six months after they first stumbled upon each other, the two were finally going to be in the same country, the same city. Even though he lived all the way in the United States, it never felt like he was that far away at all. Now, on the eve of their first in-person meeting, she felt closer to him than ever.

Once she composed herself, Maka returned to the box office window, where she had a full line of patrons patiently waiting for her to scan their tickets. She smiled as if she hadn’t spontaneously burst into hysterics, and the man at the front of the line smiled back as if he hadn’t seen a thing.

After scanning and tearing five tickets, a short elderly woman approached the counter. “Hiya love,” the old woman said, sliding her ticket into the booth. “Were you just talking to the boy you’re meeting on that blind date?”

Maka didn’t question how the old woman knew about her date. Niagara-on-the-Lake was a small enough town where everyone’s plans and secrets were openly discussed at the check-out line of the supermarket. Knowing her father, everyone from the neighbors to the bartender at the local pub knew about her upcoming journey.

“Oh, it’s not a blind date,” Maka said. “We’ve been talking for six months. But yeah, I’m meeting him tomorrow in Times Square! I can’t even believe it, to be honest.”

She slid the ticket across the table, and as the old lady collected the stub she pointed a gnarled finger at Maka. “Just remember, don’t go giving him too much on the first night.”

Cocking her head to the side, Maka asked, “Really?”

“Well,” the crone said thoughtfully. “No, not nothing. A kiss, a cuddle, a cheeky finger. Just don’t go selling him the whole farm.”

“Ah, thanks,” Maka said with a sincere smile. As the old woman slowly made her way out of line, Maka flipped over her cellphone so she could tap out a new message.

Keep reading

  • 5sos as parents
  • when their kid trips and gets hurt
  • Ashton: It's okay, little one. This just shows that you are getting stronger and your endurance to the hardships of life is growing. I love you, my brave little warrior. *kisses forehead*
  • Kid: :') ily
  • --------------
  • kid: dad I'm fine
  • Luke: nO YOURE NOT *calls liz for the 500th time this week*
  • ------------
  • Mikey:
  • Kid: *trips and falls, and starts crying*
  • Michael: Haha, come here and I'll help you up.
  • Kid: *gets up and walks to Michael*
  • Kid: :O
  • ------------
  • Calum: *falls right after his kid does so the kid won't feel alone*
  • Kid: *cries anyways*

A/N: You can thank @caprelloidea for this one. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, LIZ. What was supposed to be a fluffy little snippet turned into the absolute filthiest thing I’ve ever written.

This is technically part of the Pay It Forward ‘verse, but you don’t need to read that for this to make sense. Just know that Emma is a bail bondsperson, Killian is a bartender/struggling musician, and they’re both broke.

Aaaaaaaand, commence porn!

Also on AO3.  (Parts one, two, and three here for your perusal as well.)

“You know, love, I’ve been thinking.”

“Hmm?” Emma’s voice was distracted as her fingers toyed with Killian’s hair, a heavy sigh escaping her.

“About that little limit you set.”

“About – what?” She lifted her head and huffed, glaring down at him as best she could. Admittedly, some of the effect was probably lost when a particularly rough swipe of his tongue made her squeak.

He smirked and tightened his grip on her hips, turning his head to nuzzle at her thigh. “I know how important it is to you to be fiscally responsible, but only letting me spend $15 for your present? Come now, Swan. This isn‘t some workplace Secret Santa.”

Keep reading