maybe she's just holding her self not to punch the stupidity off his face

Don’t Say Anything (part 11)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that

A/N: I KNOW I KNOW IT’S BEEN SOOOOOOOO LONG BUT I’M BACK IN ACTION I HOPE THIS WAS WORTH THE WAIT MY BEAUTIFUL PIECES OF CHEESECAKE! Also I’ll edit this tomorrow :) I hope ya enjoy!

“Holy shit.” Pietro’s eyes are widened. “Holy shit.”

You hear the platinum blonde laugh a bit and you smack his arm. “It’s not funny.”

“I never said it was.” he giggled.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry my love it’s just-” he starts laughing again and you scowl. You charge at him, ready to hit him upside the head but he’s quick and grabs your hands, trapping them in his. “That’s very mean, honey.”

You struggle, trying to release your hands from his hold but it’s no use. “My situation is not funny, asshole.” you grunt.

Pietro laughs again, turning you around and hugging you tightly, your back to his front. You wriggle, trying to set yourself free but it doesn’t work. “If I had known all it took for you to admit your feelings was for Natasha to press on the matter, I would have been done so long ago.”

“Technically, I admitted my feelings for Bucky to Nat, not Bucky.” you correct but before Pietro could respond, the door opens revealing a smiling Bucky and Natasha.

Your body goes a bit limp in Pietro’s arms, seeing them smiling together. She probably told Bucky about your crush on him and they probably laughed and laughed. Who wouldn’t? It was stupid that for 5 years you were so hung up on Bucky thinking that you’d might actually have a chance with him when in reality, good looking guys like him don’t fall for their not-so-hot best friend.

Get a grip.

Bucky’s eyes lock on you and Pietro and his smile drops completely. You think he’s angry at you or that this is all so awkward. What do you say to someone who likes you when you don’t even like them back?

What you didn’t know was that he was getting a bit jealous, seeing Pietro with his arms around you. He wanted to walk over there and snatch you from him. Show Pietro that you where his girl and only his. Natasha catches on to Bucky’s aggravated demeanor and pulls him down to her level by his shoulder.

“Talk to her.” she whispered.

You look away as soon as she pulled him down towards her. You didn’t want to see the happy couple being all… happy.

Bucky nods and straightens up, clearing his throat in the process. He puts on his best ‘I’m-not-about-to-have-a-serious-panic-attack’ face and strides over to you all while mentally killing Pietro in about 100 different ways.

But when he stood in front of you, his mind completely went blank.

You didn’t even notice when Pietro let you go and went to stand by his sister and Steve. You glance at Bucky quickly before staring at your sock-covered feet, shifting from one foot to the other. Everyone in the room was staring at you like you were some zoo animal.

Bucky opened his mouth but then closed it soon after. Where was he supposed to start? What was he supposed to say? The brunette looks over his shoulder at Nat who gestured her hands at him. He nods and looks at you, tapping your shoulder like the two of you were in kindergarten to ask you for a crayon because he accidentally left his at home.

You look at him, waiting for him to speak first but instead of speaking, he quickly swoops down, capturing your lips in a sudden kiss. You almost melt into it. Almost.

But before you could pull away yourself, Natasha yanks the soldier away from you, frowning at him. “What are you doing?!”

Your lips tingle as you slap your hand against your mouth. “Nat I’m so sorry I-”

“I said talk to her not kiss her, you idiot!” she shouts.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I blanked!” he exclaimed, trying his best to dodge the punches Natasha was giving him.

Once she was done, she points over to you. “Talk to her.”

Bucky nods and turns back to you, taking a step closer to get away from Nat. He breathes in. “I-”

But you cut him off with a slap to the face, shocking Steve, Nat, Wanda, Bucky and Pietro. He holds his cheek and gives you a confused look. You fold your arms across your chest as your eyes swell with tears. “How dare you kiss me, James Barnes.” you snap. “You can’t just do that! You have a girlfriend for fucks sake! Who just so happens to be standing right over there and I am most definitely not one of those girls who hook up with their best friends boyfriend behind her back! I will not hurt my best friend like that! She means more to me than anything and I-” you choke on your tears, turning to Natasha. “I’m so sorry Nat. I never meant for all of this to happen. I tried to hard to keep my feelings out of the way but you just kept pushing the subject and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. Actually, I was hoping you never found out at all and that my feelings would just go away but my dumbass got overwhelmed and told you that it was Bucky who I have been madly in love with for five years.”

You shake your head, wiping away your tears as you make eye contact with a very surprised Bucky. “Yeah, you were the guy I had a crush on. The guy who had a girlfriend and only saw me as a friend. Don’t act so surprised, Barnes. I’m sure Nat told you when you two went to talk.”

Bucky stayed quiet. Actually, everyone stood quiet and that frustrated the hell out of you. “So there, everything’s out in the open. I’ve liked you for five years,” you point to Bucky. “I’m sorry that I like your boyfriend,” you point to Natasha then clap your hands together. “And that’s about it. Over and done with. Don’t worry I’ll get over you soon, just.. please stay away from me.” you pause and sniffle, wiping away those stupid tears that keep coming back. “Okay, conversation over. I’m gonna go and read a book or something - maybe sleep. I dunno yet.”

You move towards the door, wanting to go to Wanda’s room or even Tony’s room - anything to get away from Bucky but before you could leave, he grabs your hand and pulls you back.

“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.” he spoke softly.

You scoff and yank your hand away from him. “I don’t need to hear your rejection speech, Bucky. I know you want to be with Natasha I mean, what was I thinking? I was only your best friend. Nothing more.”

You step around Bucky but again, he pulls you back, pressing his lips to yours in another kiss and this time you’re the one who pulls away. Frowning and damn near ready to explode, you repeatedly hit his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Bucky catches your hands in his, causing you to stop hitting him. You look at him and he smiles. He fucking smiles. “I love you.”

And there goes the little self control you had left. You kick Bucky’s leg and he lets go of your hands to tend to the spot you just kicked. While doing this, you start hitting his shoulder. “You can’t say that! Honestly, what’s wrong with you! You’re dating Natasha, my best friend if you’ve forgotten and I am not going to hurt her! You can take your shitty ‘I love you’ and shove it right up your a-”

“Y/N!” Natasha exclaimed, catching your attention. You notice she’s sporting a smile and you give her a confused look. Why is she smiling? Her boyfriend just kissed her best friend! “Let him talk, will ya?”

You knit your eyebrows together. “But he-”

“We’re not dating.” she says. “We never really were.”

You look at Bucky then at Natasha then back at Bucky, waiting for him to confirm or deny what she just said but he just stands there, mouth opening and closing. Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Long story short, he was using me because of the attention and I was using him because of the attention.” you’re still confused and Nat sees this which causes her to continue. “I missed Bruce and I filled that emptiness with Bucky and he wanted to be with you but he didn’t think you felt that way about him so he filled that emptiness with me. We were just using each other. We were a distraction for each other. I never really liked him and he never really liked me. We were lying to ourselves. Bucky likes you, Y/N.”

“Oh..” you nod, eyes wandering to the floor while everyone waited for another reaction. You kept nodding your head as you processed everything Natasha told you. Bucky and Nat don’t like each other. He likes you. He likes you. Holy shit, he likes you! Is this real life? Should you pinch yourself? You glance around the room and subtly pinch yourself. Ouch. Definitely real life. Your eyes travel up to lock with Bucky’s and you gasp. “Oh!” you immediately wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry for hitting and kicking and slapping you, Buck! Oh my god, I’m so so so sorry.” you pull away enough to cradle his face in your hands. The brunette laughs and takes your hands in his.

“It’s okay, baby doll.” he says before placing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

You look over at Natasha before making your way over to her. “Are you still my best friend?”

She cocks her head to the side. “Are you still mine?”

You smile. “Of course.”

Nat’s lips spread into a grin. “Same here.”

You hug the red head, squeezing her tightly while she laughed. When you pulled away, she looked over at Bucky. “See Bucky, I told you. Sisters before misters.”

The super soldier playfully rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, can I have her back now?”

The red head smirked. “For now.”

You laugh at the two as you walk back over to Bucky.

“I love you too, by the way.” your words make Bucky chuckle as his cheeks tint pink.

“So are we good?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours.

You nod. “We’re good.”

The two of you hug each other and while doing so, Pietro comes next to you. “What did I tell you, my love?”

Even with your face buried in Bucky’s chest, you can still see the stupid smirk that’s plastered on the speedy sokovian’s face. In response to Pietro’ s words, Bucky takes a step away from him, bringing you with him. You smirk against his clothed chest and look up at him.

“Why’d you move?”

“Huh? Oh I just… wanted to stretch out my legs a bit.” he shrugged.

Your smirk only grows as you fully pull away from Bucky’s hold. “Mhm.”

Bucky takes your hand in his, the two of you walking out of your room. “I did!”

“Mhhmmm.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, draping his arm over your shoulders. “I may or may not get a little jealous when you’re around Pietro.”

“I knew it!” you laugh.

“I mean, he calls you ‘my love’ like hello, excuse me, she’s mine, back up blondie.” he spoke and you laugh even more.

“Yours, huh?”

Bucky looks at you and smiles. “Shut up.” you two unknowingly make it to the elevator and once the doors close, he kisses the top of your head. “Wanna go get a milkshake?”

You nod. “Hell yeah I do.”

After all, getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing.


A/N: ONE MORE PART TO GO SUCKAASSSS. Tell me what ya think!

TAGS ARE CLOSED BC I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH THEM

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Green-Eyed Monster

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Colin (OC) Misha Collins, Bob Singer (mention),

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, Jealousy, drinking (everyone are adults), flirting, meh I don’t know. Just read it - it is not angsty, not for me anyways. Flangst maybe.   

Wordcount: 2900ish

A/N: This is written for @jalove-wecallhimdean’s “Do it like Dean” Challenge. My prompt was ”He’s just a cheap trick…like a little slut!” - It is still in the exact words but they are slurred a bit because someone is drunk. Hope that it okay :D Thanks for letting me participate. This was fun :D

Thanks to my boo @chaos-and-the-calm67 for helping me come up with this idea, and thanks to my Sam to my Dean @blacktithe7 for betaing it for me and helping me make Jensen sound drunk. You girls rock!

It wasn’t unusual for Jensen and some of the cast members to go out on Friday nights after a full week of filming, especially not if noone were planning on flying home that weekend. Those Friday nights were as amazingly fun for Jensen some days as they were torturous other times. Tonight was one of the later.

Jensen downed yet another shot of whiskey, signaling to the bartender to keep them coming. Jensen felt his temper boil inside of him with each wave of heat the strong liquid sent through his abdomen. This was unusual. Drinking never used to affect his temper before. If anything, Jensen was a very loving drunk. He was sure he would have been tonight too if it wasn’t for Mr. Bigshot putting his greasy paws all over Y/N as she danced with him.

Jensen didn’t know the guy, but he also didn’t have to to know he was a first class asshole. Jensen couldn’t believe she couldn’t see that. He couldn’t believe she let him touch her like that.

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“You’re cute when you’re jealous” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Hey dude ! First, a big thanks for the compliment, always more than appreciated :D. And then, here’s your request, hope you’ll like it :

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-I just don’t understand why it has to be with a model that’s all…

-Honey, I already told you, she’s the face of the brand, she has to be on every pictures.

-Yeah well then if she’s the face of the brand, why would they need you ?

-You know why, it’s for the charity campaign we’ve been working on for the past few months. They’re a huge brand, they’ll help spread the words across the globe, more than we could on our own.

-”We’ve been working on” are key words here ! I worked on it as much as you, if not more, and I don’t get to be on the pictures. They just want you and her to have cute and classy “couple pictures”, because I’m not good looking enough for their damn brand and…

-You’re very cute when you’re jealous.

-I could knock you out with a punch to the face when I’m jealous.

-Oh, believe me, I know.

Bruce massages his jaw a bit, as a reflex, reminiscing of that time he made you jealous on purpose…It was a terrible idea. 

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Okay, another prompt is here! Sorry for not updating sooner, it’s a long fic once again lol! It is sad, angsty (I was listening to a lot of Placebo while writing so yeah) and it turns hot and heavy close to the end but then some fluff concludes it; basically it has it all! :P
Warning for mentions of violence, mild language and sexual themes. I hope you like it darlings and you don’t mind that I combined your awesome prompt ideas! Thank you so much for requesting! And to the rest of you, enjoy! <3

A small summary to tie the three prompts together: After an abrupt break up, Betty is left broken and confused by Jughead’s sudden behavior. Once finding out that he had joined the infamous gang of their small town, the Southside Serpents, Betty sets her mind to sneak into their lair with the only way she knows best. Along with the help of a sudden ally that she comes across on the way, they vow to save Jughead’s soul at all costs. 

(The long dialog in italics is a flashback)


Stars hide your fires;

Let not light see my black and deep desires.

The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be

Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see…

The black velvet of yet another eerie night had spread over the small town of Riverdale, the otherwise picturesque scenery of the alight sky now fearful and pitch black, an ominous sign and a bloodcurdling setting. It coordinated with her jet leather attire, her raven hair and the ghastly temperament that oozed from the cold-blooded sound of heels against dirty and wet asphalt. “Stars hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires…” Every click of stiletto punctuated each word her mind whispered on a loop to the depths of her subconscious, green eyes shining deadly through the darkness, like those of a wolf in hunt for its prey.

If anyone were to run into her on the street, they wouldn’t recognize her; nothing tied her with the image of the nonpareil younger daughter of the Cooper clan. Betty Cooper was dead, locked in the comfort of lavender and chamomile amongst collared sweaters and preppy knitted cardigans. For how long it was yet to be decided but, for tonight, the golden-hearted girl that everyone left behind was put to sleep under the naivety of false ambition and hopeless dreams. Her alter ago was there to deal with the mess the tedious angelic spectrum of her character always seemed to make.

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12x20 Coda

“Spun out” doesn’t begin to describe it. This heaviness, this oppressive ache that is filling Dean’s lungs- it’s like nothing he’s ever felt.

He’s missed Cas before, sure. Lost him a time or two. Had every reason to believe the angel was dead (although he didn’t believe it, not really; he couldn’t bring himself to give credence to that thought- the very idea of accepting that Cas could be really and truly gone… permanently…) But this… this is different.

Dean abruptly shoves the phone he’s been staring at back into his pocket. There are no missed calls, no unseen text messages. He knows. He’s checked about once every two minutes for the past three days, ever since he came to on the cold, hard ground after Cas and his freaky display of surprise angelic power healed Dean and then knocked him unconscious on his ass.

Cas.

The feeling intensifies, spreads. It’s a burning now, a flaming vice squeezing around his heart, and between the pain in his chest and the pressure on his lungs Dean feels like he can’t breathe.

He can’t talk to Sam. He wishes he could. He wishes talking stuff out was a thing Dean Winchester was good at, was a thing he could do.

Their mom is now missing, and Dean knows that fucker Ketch is lying, and Cas- God, Cas is…

Dean paces the bunker kitchen, biting his thumbnail, his green eyes blazing. His fingers itch to grab a bottle of whiskey, something, hell, anything stronger than a beer… Even that wine he had yesterday with the Barnes family would do… he’d actually gotten downright tipsy, had forgotten wine packs a little more punch…  Dean’s mostly given up hard drinking since… well, when did he stop? He’s not sure.

That’s a lie. He is sure.

It was after Lucifer was expelled from Cas’s body.

It wasn’t a conscious decision, an “I’m done with the heavy drinking,” it was more of an unconscious response to losing his best friend (again) and then having him restored (again.)

Dean didn’t want to waste one second not being in full control of his faculties around Cas. He didn’t want his memories with Cas to be hazy, or blurry, or blacked out, because even though Cas was an angel, he wasn’t invincible. His continued existence wasn’t a guarantee, and Dean refused to be fuzzy on a single detail.

Dean has pretty much stuck to beer and a very light buzz after that (okay, that stupid Ketch thing was an exception… but really, for the most part, he’s been done with it.)

Sam’s voice shakes him out of his reverie. Dean hadn’t even heard him enter the room.

“Dean? What are you… are you okay?” Sam approaches him, concerned hazel eyes scanning his older brother. He reaches out a long arm to clasp Dean’s shoulder.

“’M'fine,” Dean brushes him off.

“Dude, you’re like, swaying on the spot. Are you drunk?” Sam presses, almost like he guessed Dean’s current train of thought.

Dean scowls. “No, I’m not drunk.”

The taller Winchester’s face softens, and for one hopeful second Dean thinks Sam might really understand. “You’re worried about Mom,” Sam guesses, and Dean sees Sam’s pain and fear written all over his face, too.

“It’s not that,” Dean shakes his head, then hastily corrects himself, eyes wide. “I mean, yes! God, of course yes. I’m worried. She can take care of herself, I know, but we need to find her. Stat.”

Realization dawns, but Sam hesitates. There is a long silence before he finally speaks again. “He can take care of himself, too, you know.”

Dean stiffens. “What?”

“Cas,” Sam says tentatively. “He can take care of himself, too, Dean. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“Oh, you’re sure?” Dean snaps sarcastically. “Well, then. That’s a relief. If you’re sure, then there’s nothing to worry about.”

Sam sighs, leaning against the counter of the bunker kitchen where they stand. He scrubs his hands over his face then pulls his shaggy hair back. His eyes are red-rimmed and tired; neither of them have slept since losing Tasha and Alicia and getting Mary’s cryptic voicemail.

“Talk to me,” he says finally.

Dean’s shoulders are tense; he wishes he had something to punch. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, so cut the crap, Dean.”

“It’s nothing you don’t already know! I already told you, Sammy, the guy who knocked us out and took off for Heaven, talking about- about faith and all that crap? That wasn’t Cas. Not really. So yeah, I’m gonna worry and you can just fucking deal with it.”

Sam doesn’t rise to the bait. “Talk to me for real. What’s going on?”

“What the fuck do you think I just did?”

“I think you’re trying to pick a fight,” Sam answers calmly. “You think I’m not worried about Cas, too? I am, Dean. He’s my friend.”

“He’s family,” Dean corrects.

Sam nods and mulls it over for a moment, his brow furrowed. “You think… you think that finding him, helping him… that it’s less important to me because of Mom?”

“What?” Dean responds hotly. “I never said that. It’s not about picking sides, Christ, Sammy! They’re both important. We’re gonna help them both. We’re gonna save them both.”

“I agree,” Sam says, and Dean nods, relieved. “But… Cas is different. Isn’t he.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement, but Dean knows he’s meant to respond.

“Yeah. He’s an angel,” Dean deflects bluntly, but Sam shakes his head.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Sam holds Dean’s gaze, unrelenting, and Dean catches a glimpse of fear, of vulnerability, of hope. Dean’s heart pounds. Maybe Sam is more perceptive that Dean’s given him credit for.  Maybe it is something Dean could talk to him about after all. “Talk to me,” Sam says once more, his voice gentle.

Dean’s mouth is dry. His heart is hammering painfully; he feels sick to his stomach. He wants to tell Sam, he needs to, it’s eating away at him… He draws in a shaky breath. “After… after Cas killed Billie… after he got stabbed with Michael’s lance… He- he said some things.”

“Yeah,” Sam says shrewdly. “He told you he loves you.”

Dean’s head whips up so fast he thinks he might have given himself whiplash. “He said he loves us all.”

Sam shrugs. “He does. I know that. But it’s different with the two of you.”

Dean stares at him, his face pale.

Sam frowns, confused. “Isn’t it?”

Dean lets out a strangled half-laugh. “Yeah. Yeah… it’s different.” Dean swallows hard, visibly uncomfortable. A dark flush is slowly creeping up his neck and he’s now staring at the ground, refusing to make eye contact. “After Billie… we- we slept together,” he admits, his voice low. “After Ramiel, too.”

“Dean,” Sam says softly, “That’s- that’s great. I’m happy for you.”

“No,” Dean chokes out. “No. It’s not- it’s… I couldn’t say it back, Sam. He told me he loved me. Again, and again, when we were alone. He was so messed up. And I kissed him and I fucked him and I didn’t say it back…”

“But you do love him,” Sam presses questioningly.

“Of course I fucking do,” Dean hisses.

“Then why-”

“I don’t know, Sam!” Dean explodes. “Because I’m a fucking screwup. Because I’m a coward. Because I don’t fucking deserve him and I never have.”

There is silence for a moment. Sam crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for Dean to speak. When he doesn’t, Sam clears his throat, shakes his head. “That’s not true.”

“I made him a mixtape.”

Sam blinks, surprised at the sudden turn in conversation. “You- what?”

“I couldn’t tell him. How I felt. How I- I feel. But I didn’t want him to think I was just using him, either. I made him a mixtape. I dunno, it was stupid. He tried to give it back. When he stole the Colt.”

Sam sighs. “Dean-”

“He doesn’t know, Sammy!” Dean’s voice breaks, and his bright green eyes are drowning in pain and regret and self-loathing as he finally looks at Sam. “I made him a mixtape because I couldn’t tell him the truth, and he doesn’t understand, and now he’s gone and he might- he might never know how I feel. He couldn’t stand to be around me anymore, that’s why he was always gone, always off doing his own thing… Why he went back to the angel-douches. He told me he was in love with me and I fucked it up and I drove him away and now… now he’s gone, and he doesn’t know…”

It’s the most vulnerable Sam has ever seen his older brother.

“What if this time he doesn’t come back?” Dean asks gruffly, and Sam can tell Dean- Dean! - is struggling not to cry.

“He’ll come back,” Sam reassures. “He always comes back.”

“Yeah,” Dean swallows. “Yeah. He does.”

“He loves you,” Sam reminds him, and Dean can feel his heart breaking open.

Cas, you son-of-a-bitch, Dean prays desperately. I love you too. I love you. Come back to me so I can tell you in person. I swear I’ll tell you every damn day for the rest of my life. Please come back. Please be okay.

“Come on, Dean,” Sam says. “Let’s go find our family.”

at the museum

Sterek fic inspired by the last minute or so of this ridiculous video (it has subtitles if you wanna watch it).

Of course the first time Stiles sees Derek Hale since high school just has to be on the day he’s finally gotten Lydia from Marketing to agree to go out with him. That’s how the universe works, apparently, always giving Stiles the shittiest luck.

They’re at the Beacon Hills Museum, because he thought that would be something she’d like and it’s definitely something he likes, only it’s looking like he thought wrong. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s covertly reading an ebook on her phone while Stiles is geeking out over the exhibits.

It happens when Stiles has finally given up on the museum part of this date and taken Lydia downstairs to the food court. She’s just declared that on her diet she can’t eat anything on this menu, and Stiles has just seen his chances of landing a second date dropping dangerously close to zero, and that’s when he looks over and spots Derek standing a few feet away, arm in arm with a hot girl, all dimples and glossy brunette curls and a jawline sharp enough to rival Derek’s.

Of course Derek would have a hot girlfriend while Stiles is utterly failing at the first date he’s been on in six months, and of course Derek would happen to show up here and rub it in Stiles’ face. Of course.

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feels like home

y’all can blame Sophii for this one

[listen]


Annabeth is pacing.

It’s never a good thing when Annabeth paces, not for Percy at least. It usually means he’s a in a great amount of trouble. It usually means he’s about to get an earful. He can see it brewing, below the surface of her tanned skin, below her furrowed eyebrows and her pursed lips, below the steely glances she keeps throwing at him like knives.

“Hold still,” the poor, innocent Apollo camper mumbles as he moves to stand in front of Percy, gingerly inspecting his wrist and blocking his angry girlfriend from view.

Annabeth makes herself heard then, if she cannot be seen.

“I just can’t believe it. How many monsters have we fought and you’ve walked away fine? We literally walked through hell and there wasn’t a single broken bone in your body. And a stupid skateboard gets you? How many times to I have to tell you to wear safety pads? And don’t tell me they’re not cool because that doesn’t stop you from wearing that stupid hat, Percy Jackson.”

“Hey, I like this hat.” Percy touches the rim of the blue snapback he’s wearing self-consciously. Annabeth peers around the Apollo kid to roll her eyes at him. “And I never said they were uncool- OW, motherfu-”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Love your writing! Could you do one where bughead is in a huge fight about something? Like maybe one of them is jealous of smth and the other one is oblivious? So they ignore each other or break up, and the gang comes up with a plan to get them back together?

Thankyou so much! You got it!
*****

“Stop! Okay just stop it doesn’t matter!” Betty shouted through her tears.

“Exactly! It doesn’t matter, so why are you making a big deal out of this?!” Jughead was frustrated and it was obvious, he never got like this, yelling and throwing his hands in the air.

He only vaguely realized she was crying, he couldn’t see past his own anger.

“You know what? Forget it, if you want her, you can have her. I’m done, then she can flirt with you everyday.” Betty said before looking at him and waiting, shoulders shaking and hands balled up.

“What? What are you talking about? All of this drama because of some girl, talking to me.”

He was almost certain he could see her heart break In her eyes.

“You agreed to take her out jughead. You said you would take her to the book festival. I’m your girlfriend jughead not her!” Betty was yelling now her voice shaky.

He was so confused, he had thought he was being nice to Betty’s friend, she had been hanging around them all week, and when she mentioned she had no one to go to the festival with he had thrown it out there that he was going and she could tag along.

So why was his girlfriend staring at him like he had just punched her in the face.

“I didn’t know you wanted to go! You didn’t say anything, it’s not like I asked her on a date! Come on Betty, you’re being crazy”

She fell back, wincing as if she’d been slapped

Shit

“Betty no… I didn’t mean that. You know I…”

Cutting him off she shook her head

“ I know exactly what you meant jughead, don’t call me, don’t talk to me, just leave me alone” she choked out swinging around, her ponytail whipping sharply.

He just watched her walk away.

Shit.

The next week went by almost in slow motion, Jughead was depressed, constantly staring at Betty, moping and returning to his miserable self.

Betty was hurt, crying on Veronica shoulder every night and doing anything to avoid jughead,

That’s what brought Kevin, Archie, Veronica and Cheryl to the study hall room huddled in the corner.

“Do we all agree on this plan?” Veronica asked

“Anything to get jughead back in pops and out of his damn treehouse” Archie agreed.

“I’m more worried about the frown lines Betty is gonna get” Kevin nodded

“I’m always down for deception” Cheryl smirked
*****

Last period came by in a flash as the gang had agreed to meet in the blue and gold office.

Jughead had tried to say no but Archie and Kevin were having none of that

“ you’re coming and you’re gonna have fun with you’re friends, don’t try to argue you won’t win,”

Things had gone very similar with Betty

Cheryl had to actually threaten bodily harm before she agreed.

Walking into the office jughead looked at the clock, why was he the only one here, he was never early?

Suddenly the door opened and he turned, coming face to face with the love of his life.

Betty’s eyes widened and she turned to walk out the door before the four faces of their friends were standing in the window of the door, locking it and mouthing

“Talk”

Once they disappeared Betty turned to jughead
Her cheeks bright pink

He watched as her fingers went to dig into her palms, she did this when she was nervous.

He was across the room in a second flat grabbing her hands In his, prying her fingers straight.

“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I don’t think, I didn’t even realize what I was doing, I should have seen she was being in appropriate, I never want to hurt you. I don’t want anyone but you, I don’t even notice anyone but you, that’s why I didn’t even realize she was flirting.” He rambled holding her close to him.

He hadn’t even realized, how much he had missed having her close to him.
She sunk into him wrapping her arms around his waist.

“It’s my fault.. I overreacted.. you were just being nice, it’s my stupid insecurities.. I just get so scared, you’re gonna find someone with less issues and I want you to have that ya know? I know I’m a lot to handle.”

He put his lips to hers instantly stopping her from going on, with that ridiculous thought process.

“I love you, I’m not going anywhere. I’m perfectly happy being right here with you. That is if you’ll put up with me being an idiot”

She giggled cuddling into his side,

“You’re my idiot.”

the first fic I’ve written in a while that doesn’t suck!!!!

College AU for the few people who requested the “Lance and Keith get detention but Lance is sick” fic. However, since high school AU is not my jam, I tweaked it a bit so they can be older, and it’s a college AU. There’s a line of dialogue in here I’m actually really fucking proud of myself for so I hope you like it!

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Running Regrets

He had done the stupid thing again. He had ran. He hadn’t meant to, but the blood was pumping too fast in his veins. Adrenaline screaming. Death was coming. He had grown far too accustomed to Andrews presence in his room if not in his bed. His graduation and departure to his new team had hit Neil harder than he could have predicted.

He needed Andrew.

Needed Andrew on the court to have his back.
Needed him in bed to guard him while he was sleeping.
Needed him to remind him that eating and sleeping are necessities.
Needed him hours ago to to stop him from running out again.

He tried tugging on his own hoodie at the neck, wrapping his hand around the back of his skull. Pushing his head between his knees, but his own hands didn’t fit right.

No one was there telling him to ‘breathe’

And now he was stuck in the middle of no where. His cell phone still plugged in beside his bed. Probably full of messages and at least one missed call from Andrew. They never talked about it, but whenever Neil woke up he always called Andrew, and Andrew always called at night to make sure Neil 'had kept his junky self alive that day. Did he at least eat something?’

He had started running at 4:35am. It was now well past 8 in the morning, and beyond his normal time for calling Andrew. He was also late for morning drills with the new foxes. He should have stuck to his normal path, but the roads had felt too exposed for his nightmare drenched brain to deal with. So he had headed into the woods. Where he had quickly become lost in the dark, and had completely ran out of any luck he may have had an hour ago when he had tripped and rolled his ankle.

In his stubbornness he had convinced himself the road was not that far, his ankle did not hurt that badly, and continued at a slow jog. His left ankle had now swelled up to three times its original size and could hold no weight at all, leaving him stranded.

'Neiiiiiiilllll. Neil.’ Wymack’s voice echoed faintly. Neil responded 'I’m here’ and they essentially played Marco Polo (the inane game Nicky and the foxes had forced him to play at the hotel pool over the summer) until Wymack stepped out from the brush finally finding Neil and sighed.

'Come on. Abby is already waiting in your room.’

The walk back was mercifully short. Neil somehow having made a circle back towards the dorms. They took the elevator and the doors opened to the dorms hallway filled with worried/annoyed foxes depending on where you looked. Neil’s internal clock had been thrown off by the canopy of trees, and it was actually close to 11 by the time he and Wymack limped in. Neil was almost immediately distracted by a wall of thick dark hair as Robin tackled him in a hug. Before he could react she had released him only to punch him in the arm.

'I promised Andrew to tell you what an idiot you are if you ran again. The punch was from me’ before moving back towards the room. She no longer bothered asking him if he was hurt, knowing Neil’s response would be 'I’m fine’ to almost anything. Some habits are harder to break than others. Neil walked into his room expecting to find Abby’s frequently overbearingly worried expression. What he didn’t expect was the glowering face of one Andrew Minyard.

'I thought you had stopped running.’

'I went on a run. I didn’t mean to not come back.’

Andrews disinterested eyes widened slightly at the sight of his ankle. He moved allowing Abby to walk around him, who was already fussing before even seeing Neil’s ankle. Her examination was short for once. Andrew breathing down your neck is a sensation you do not grow used to feeling. 'You rolled your ankle. You need to ice it and stay off of it for at least two days.’ She looked at Robin and Andrew as she said the instructions. Neil was not consulted. He had attempted to mumble 'I’m fine’ once at the beginning of her examination until collectively around the room sounds of frustration had erupted. Andrew had simply intensified his glare and added 3% onto his already ridiculous percentage.

Both Robin and Andrew nodded as Abby and Wymack walked out of the dorm. 'I will take over Neil sitting duties when you leave.’ And with that Robin offered Andrew a fist pump he completed without taking his eyes off Neil. 'Later Cap'n O'Neil’ ah the dreaded nickname. She was definitely annoyed with him for sneaking out without telling her and for leaving his phone. Again.

Neil begins to stand up to take off his sweaty clothes, so he can shower before going back to sleep. When he hears 'seriously are you this stupid all the time, or just I am around to witness it?’ As Andrew pushes himself off the wall and shoves Neil back down on the bed as he kneels to pull of Neil’s shoes and socks. 'Stay’

Andrew walks to the kitchen, grabs a chair and then drags it into the bathroom. Neil is baffled. He hears the water cut on as Andrew walks back out of the bathroom with his shirt stripped off. 'Yes or no’

The yes comes out without hesitation as Andrew reaches for Neil’s clothes, stripping them off quickly and efficiently. 'Put your arm around my shoulder. Lean on me.’ As Andrew lifts him off the bed to limp to the bathroom, setting Neil on the chair.

'Don’t you have practice tomorrow?’ Neil suddenly becomes worried over Andrew being here. “The last thing I want is to cause problems for you.’

Andrew scoffs and pointedly looks down at Neil’s swollen ankle. 'You are my problem. I can’t force you on anyone else.’ Seeing Neil’s still worried expression Andrew rolls his eyes and continues with 'I will leave tomorrow morning. You apparently have no problem waking up at 3am right?’ With that he switched off the water and began drying Neil before heading back to the room.

'So what do you want to do for the rest of the day’ Neil asked and was met with a glare of pure ice from Andrew as if Neil were the stupidest person alive before he dryly stated 'keep you off your feet I guess’ As Andrew began removing his own jeans and lying down beside Neil. His yes or- was quickly cut off by Neil’s mouth. Maybe running this morning was not such a bad idea after all.

Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Where’s My Love

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Author’s Note- So this is based on this song, you can find it here. I just think it’s so beautiful so I had to make an imagine based on it.

Cold bones, yeah that’s my love
She hides away, like a ghost
Does she know that we bleed the same?

‘I can’t do this anymore. I am sick and tired of losing people to this fucking town. I have loved and lost so many people because of the supernatural backlash and I’m afraid I’ve lost myself. That was the last thought that ran through your mind, the words that repeated as you packed your bags, as you left your house key and as you began to drive. It wasn’t easy. None of this was ever going to be easy.

Stiles and Scott rushed into your house, they hadn’t seen you in over 24 hours and you weren’t answering your phone. Scott was still covered in blood from the last fight he had, trying to protect Beacon Hills from yet another supernatural threat. “Y/n!” they both called, storming through the empty rooms. Scott rushed upstairs, while Stiles checked downstairs. Suddenly, Scott’s footsteps from upstairs came to a halt; catching Stiles’ attention. He followed and walked into your bedroom, Scott glanced behind him with sympathetic eyes. The further your boyfriend walked into you room, the more he realised you were gone. A place that had once felt like a second home to him, felt unfamiliar and cold. “I’m sorry” Scott dropped his head, feeling guilty. You and Stiles had been inseparable since Freshman year, you didn’t find out about the supernatural until the time you saw Jackson turn into a human lizard. Scott wondered if it wasn’t for him getting bitten, that  things would have never ended up like this. Stiles looked around your room, clothes were ripped off of the hangers in your wardrobe, essential items were pulled out of your draws, your suitcase and bags were missing, your room was practically bare. Stiles stood staring at blank walls, he let out a subtle laugh, one of shock and astonishment; as opposed to amusement. “She’s gone-” he breathed. He turned to face Scott, tears in his eyes, as they Scott pulled him into a hug, holding the back of his head firmly with his hand.

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way
Cold sheets, but where’s my love?

Stiles couldn’t sleep that night- or any night since that day. He feared that you could be hurt or scared, while he slept peacefully, he also feared that he would dream of you- and wake up without you lying beside him. The same routine every night, he would scroll through pictures of you together, re-read texts and constantly think about old memories. The heavy feeling you get In your chest when you hear bad news, Stiles had that all of the time. You did what you needed to do for yourself, but that meant breaking people’s hearts along the way. Stiles stared at the most recent picture of you two in his phone, you looked so happy and he searched for signs of the sadness you felt- but couldn’t find any. He felt the indent as someone sat at the bottom of his bed, “Come on son” he sighed gently, locking the phone in his hand. Stiles put it on his bedside table and shook his head, “I just miss her” he barely spoke. “I know” he replied, giving Stiles an endearing pat on the shoulder, before reaching to turn his lamp off. He stood up and walked out of the room, not because he didn’t care, but because he felt the pain Stiles felt. When his wife died he did the same thing, went down the same path of self destruction and grief. Nothing hurts like the first heartbreak, its an inevitable pain- but he thought you two were different. I guess he was wrong.

I am searching high, I’m searching low in the night
Does she know that we bleed the same?
Don’t wanna cry but I break that way

“Hey Stiles”  Lydia said casually, but failed to mask the empathy in her voice. He simply nod his head and gave her a small smile. “You haven’t been at school in a while, I’m surprised you know where the library is” she joked, trying to make him feel better. Stiles just stared at her blankly. “I’m sorry- that was a stupid thing for me to say- sorry” she rambled, feeling terrible. He let out a soft laugh. “You asshole, I though I upset you” she laughed back, punching him playfully in the arm. “I’m fine- honestly” he claimed, his voice crack suggesting otherwise. She looked over his shoulder and at the laptop he had open on the table. She shook her head a took a seat beside him. Stiles hung his head. “You hacked into her phone records, Stiles you are aware of how illegal that is right?” she asked in disbelief. “They’re useless anyway” he huffed, taking the headphones from around his neck off and slamming his laptop shut. “You’re looking for her, aren’t you?” she asked, His lack of answer said it all. She sat for a moment and sighed, thinking before making any type of decision. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she questioned. “What if she doesn’t want to be found?” he asked, barely making a sound. “Sometimes, two people need to fall apart, to realise how much they need to fall back together" she answered, giving him a small but genuine smile. He understood completely what she was saying. “So if we’re going to do this…” she began saying, opening up his laptop. “Then we’ll do it together” she comforted, channelling her knowledge into helping him search for you. Lydia played cupid in Freshman year, which inevitably got you both together. It was only fair that she helped you find your way back to one another, after the years of memories you shared with each other.

Did she run away
Did she run away, I don’t know
If she ran away
If she ran away, Come back home
Just come home

You gripped onto the steering wheel tightly. What the fuck are you doing? you kept repeating in your head as you drove. You had no idea where you were going and quite frankly, you didn’t care anymore. You adjusted you wing view mirror and put on your windshield wipers, as it began to pour down with rain. Great. You wiped the smudged mascara from under your eye, before returning to stare at the empty road in front of you. You glanced at your phone that was resting on the passenger seat, along with your purse. You hadn’t turned it on since you left, because you knew that the missed calls and text messages from everyone will break you, but you kept it close to you because it was the only thing you had left, that kept you connected to Beacon Hills. You drove passed couples on the street, walking hand In hand. You remembered when your life used to be that simple, before you were constantly fighting for it, due to the next supernatural nightmare to plague the town. You lost your best friend to it, people you’d known since you could just about talk, and people that fought to save you all- you couldn’t watch that happen anymore. As much as losing a loved one hurts, you now came to realise that leaving hurts the most. Everyone’s time is limited on earth and it’s better to live every second of it, doing the things you love, with the people you love. Maybe walking away from that was the biggest mistake you’ve made, maybe it was the best. But everything happens for a reason, right. Going back was the easiest thing to do- but you weren’t sure if it was the right thing to do.

I got a fear, oh in my blood
She was carried up into the clouds, high above
If you’re bled I bleed the same
If you’re scared I’m on my way

“It’s been weeks” Scott sighed, slumping onto his best friend’s bed. Stiles mumbled as a response and continued to type, print, highlight and pin up leads onto his investigation board. “You’ve stopped coming to school again- you’re failing history class” Scott continued. “It can wait” he brushed off, standing up and starting to search for his coloured strings. “Stiles, just stop” Scott spoke with authority, tired of watching him mope around in his room desperately searching for someone that was never coming back. “We all miss her, she’s been apart of all of our lives for so long- but you have to let go” he said softly. “I know Y/n and I know that right now she’s feeling scared and alone, because she always does things before thinking rationally, it’s what she is- she’s a doer and that’s why she needs me, because I’m a thinker and together we make the perfect balance and-” he began to ramble at 100mph. “ You love each other, but sometimes things aren’t meant to be and it sucks, but sometimes we cant help these things” he interrupted, for once being the voice of reason regarding relationships. “I cant live without her” Stiles admitted. Scott was familiar with a similar form of heartache and he knew it was the cruellest. He sighed and stood up, before picking up Stiles’ string from the desk behind him and handing it to him. It was a small gesture, with a huge meaning behind it. “We’ll find her” Scott reassured. Stiles nod his head and smiled at his best friend, as they continued to search together.

Did you run away
Did you run away, I don’t need to know
If you ran away
If you ran away, come back home
Just come home

You tucked your hair behind your ear as you walked across the beach. You hadn’t settled down anywhere and you were feeling alone to say the least. “Excuse me, you dropped something” an old women passed you a small polaroid picture that must have fallen out of your wallet. “Thank you” you said gently as she handed it to you. You began to walk away but she held your hand for a little longer. “He’s a handsome young man, is he your boyfriend?” she asked. You glanced down at the picture, it was of you and Stiles at a party. He had his arm around you and you were laughing. “Oh erm, something like that” you gave a weak smile. “Young love” she said understandingly, letting go of you. “Have a good day” you said, which she returned. You turned around and wiped the tear that had been desperate to esape your eye. You took a deep breath and continued to walk. The beach was always your place of clarity, you watched as the sun began to set behind the sea. “Excuse me” a voice spoke. Goosebumps rose on your skin, you had longed to hear it. “Stiles-” you turned around to see him. His eyes wide and his lips parted open. “Take me home” you let out a sob as you ran into his arms without hesitation. He tightened his grip around you and stroked your hair as it blew in the breeze. “I missed you so fucking much” he said in relief, finally feeling you in his arms after months of hurting. “I missed you too” you squeezed your eyes shut at the thought of having to live another second without him. “I felt like I was going out of my mind” he whispered into your ear. You pulled away from him and stared into his watery dark brown eyes, “I’ve realised something” you said, almost inaudibly. “What?” he asked worriedly. “I love you, I love you so much” you shook your head as tears fell from your eyes. He smiled for a second, “I love you” he replied. He put his arm around your waist as you both carried to walk along the beach. You felt so many different emotions, but alone was no longer one of them. You were back with the person you loved and you never intended to be away from him again- ever.

Sorry for being such a terrible writer and not being active in months, I suck I know. Requests are closed sorry, will be for a while and my uploading will also be practically non-existent for a while. Hope you enjoyed this though X

Pillow talk #5: What if...

“Okay, so we are sleepy…”

“And high.”

“Yeah, and that.” she laughed, her little arms hugging his chest and her face cuddle in the middle. Hyde moved his arm up, his hand caressing Jackie’s hair while she spoke. “So…”

“Soooo?”

“Can I ask a question? And don’t say that i’m already asking, I’ll tickle you to death!”

He laughed back and nodded.

“Good.” she said, then sighed. “If you could… uh, what would you say to your younger self?”

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Jordie Benn #4

Requested by Anon:  Would you please write an imagine where Jordie Benn is being an ass and hurt his close friend’s feelings/ treated her like crap and nearly injured his brother during practice because he thought she and Jamie were secretly dating based on something he saw when he came home one afternoon. Turns out Jamie was trying to convince the girl to tell Jordie how she feels because he knew Jordie felt the same way.

*I honestly have nothing to say because I love Jordie and I am so happy and excited for him but damn if I don’t want to sucker punch the whole Stars management and coaching staff right now. Anyway, enjoy! I really love this one. :) I also might have gotten carried away.*

Word count: 1, 270

@babyseguin love you Skylar!!! 

Originally posted by brosillustrated

You walked into the house like hell on wheels, banging and clanking things as you go. You only ever stopped by the door to the kitchen because Juice looked at you like he thought you were going to eat him.

You bent so you can reach for his chin and rub his neck, “hi boy,” you cooed, calming yourself enough so he won’t get stressed, “love you Juicers,” you teased before rolling your eyes, “now where is that stupid ass human of yours?”

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#25 Sombra and Mcree. Strictly for a mission mind you

Me several hours ago: Haha answering that one McSombra ask isn’t going to make me get really into McSombra. I got my hands full just shipping McHanzo and Spiderbyte! I gotta have self control!

Me, right now: I have no self control.

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McCree rolled a cigarette as they stood in line. “A terminal you can’t hack. Never thought I’d see the day,” he said, smirking.

“There’s a difference between ‘I can’t hack it’ and ‘I can’t hack it remotely,’” said Sombra, folding her arms, “Pretty sure it’s at least some of the same quarantine tech they’re using on the God AI’s,” she muttered, furrowing her brow, “But I can hack it,” she put her hands on her hips, “I just need to find it.”

“Mm,” McCree gave a nod and then glanced up at the neon sign of the club, “Mictlan, huh? Bit on the nose, ain’t it? Might as well just put up a big ol’ sign that says ‘Los Muertos Aqui!’” The line moved forward and McCree found both he and Sombra were now standing in front of a large graffiti tag of Los Muertos. “Huh…” said McCree. Mictlan was a club, operating out of an abandoned Lumérico power plant on the outskirts of town. Still, the place seemed pretty popular. McCree exhaled smoke and readjusted the waistband of his pants again.

“Do you have to keep doing that?” said Sombra, rolling her eyes.

“These damn things keep riding up and shimmying down and creasing in places you don’t wanna know,” said McCree, shaking out one of his legs.

Sombra just scoffed and smirked. “I think you pull off skinnies really well.”

“Feel like a damn fool. Next time, I pick the disguises,” muttered McCree.

“Riiight and let you wear that stupid belt?” said Sombra.

“It’s lucky,” said McCree.

“Was the hat lucky too?” said Sombra.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” said McCree.

Sombra snickered. “Who wears a cowboy hat to a club?” She caught herself. “You,” she said, with a sigh, “You wear a cowboy hat to a club.”

“Well so long as we’re ragging on each other’s tastes, I will say it’s nice to see you in an actual pair of shoes rather than those neon…whatever the hell those things are.”

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AOS Fic - Carry Your Heart

No warnings, just notes at the bottom. Unbeta’d. Jocelyn x Len pairing.

Directly follows this little drabble, though can absolutely be read as a stand alone. Absolutely fits into The Theory of Joanna McCoy, too.


Leonard finishes his case and hastily shuffles the schedule, only half-aware of the ‘family-emergency’ excuse he’d offered his program director.

He owes Mike a favor, dammit.

hCG level.

He remembers, now. Jocelyn, pale-faced and sweating, spending much too long in the toilet every morning, her flat refusal to eat any red meat, her sudden aversion to Montoya Cabernet - her absolute favorite. 

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anonymous asked:

I really really like the headcanons about MC and RFA's first fight!! Can you do RFA + v + saeran reacting to a MC who has short hair and gets self conscious when people tell her she looks like a boy. Only if you have time 💖💖💖

(υ´Д`) This used to happen to me when I was younger. I hope this doesn’t happen to you much, anon! (Also, thanks for the kind words!!)

Zen

-Boy howdy he’d be so quick to spill out words of praise and how beautiful you were

-But once he learned how self conscious you were about it, he’d try giving you compliments every now and then, making sure they pertained to how well your hair complimented your style and attitude, how it made you so beautiful to him

-I mean, hey, if he let his hair down and was just wearing his coat, he’d get mistaken for a girl from the back. (*coughs* Definitely. Has happened.)

-If he was ever with you when it happened, he’d shut that person up so fast.

-”Maybe you should go get your eyes checked, buddy.”

-Very protective Zen mode. The rest of that day, however, he’d be calling you his Princess constantly, especially within earshot of others. No one is going to say that again when he’s around!

Jaehee

-Does she know this feeling well. During the winter when she wears the bigger/poofier jackets, she’s been mistaken for a guy a few times (due to her bust being well hidden).

-When she hears that this happens to you at times, that people teasingly tell you so, she remembers how she felt and tries her best to come up with counters to help that sour mood go away

-Baking sweets together? Yep. Watching Zen’s DVDs? Yep. Quietly telling the RFA members to never ever say anything of the sort to you? Definitely

-If you two were out and about and some stranger teased you about it, she would glare at them and pull you away.

-”Don’t pay attention to them. Some people just don’t know manners.”

-Would offer to help you search up cute ways to wear your hair in different styles

Yoosung

-”What? People do that?” 

-Cue cute adorable ‘angry’ Yoosung

-”That doesn’t even make sense!” He’d go on and on about how your hair makes you so cute, and how he never even thought once about it making you look like a boy. Even now, he just can’t see it.

-He loves your hair, though. He loves running his fingers through it and burying his nose in it during cuddle sessions. The idea of someone making you feel bad over your hair would make him upset.

-Though, he would show you some cool video game girls with short hair. “Look! She has short hair, but she’s still awesome! Saving the galaxy and everything. Don’t feel down, okay? Lots of cool girls have short hair!”

-(omg bby you tried)

-If someone in public tried teasing you, he’d get so red and upset.  Stutter out some sort of “Mind your own business!!” And huff away with you.

- That night he’d give you plenty of kisses to your hair, reminding you he loves how you look, no matter what

Jumin

-It never occurred to him that you may be teased for it. He didn’t even think you could be mistaken for a boy. You were so cute and sweet- Not like most men he knew

-So when a fellow business associate said something about it over dinner with the two of you, he was stunned. Just for a moment, though.

-”I suppose you don’t care about C&R working with you too much, do you? I think this contract is over.”

-Straight-faced as ever, he just paid the check and left with you in tow. He didn’t say anything until you both were in the car, you looking a little down.

-”Don’t ever pay attention to comments like that. They’re useless to dwell on when they’re so blatantly wrong.”

-Would kiss your head and hold you hand. The rest of the night, he made mental notes on ways to show how much he loved you and your short hair.

Seven

-Honestly, he’d offer to pull off some great pranks with you due to his arsenal of girl outfits and wigs he had.  When you weren’t into that, he’d be sure not to joke around like that as a way to cheer you up.

-He’d pull you in his lap while he was working and just. Ruffle your hair so much.

- “Don’t worry about what they say! You’re so cute, and I love how soft your hair is.”

-He’d rest his chin on your head as he worked, trying to cheer you up with jokes and tickles.

-If none of that worked, he’d give you so many kisses and tell you how stupid those who teased you were. He’d even offer to hack into their facebook accounts and post silly things on there for you. Anything that could help.

V

- The first time it happened he’d just be shocked. The two of you were out on a walk, holding hands, when he heard someone say something negative about you.

- “Even with my poor eyesight I can tell she’s clearly a woman. What kind of excuse do you have?”

-Back home he’d cuddle with you on the couch, murmuring about how beautiful you were no matter your hair length. 

-If you’d let him, he’d want to take photos of you in a nice field with his photography friends to help. He knew you’d make such a great subject.

-He’d probably go through some old photos of women he’d taken with short hair, and explain how you were more radiant than they were.

Saeran

-Angry bean would want to knock out anyone who teased you.

- “Hey, listen to me. Don’t you ever, ever, think what they say about you is true. You’re so beautiful to me, and you’ll see that yourself one day.”

-He’d be holding your hand so tightly telling you this, and he’d look so firm, but he’d be lowkey blushing a little

- He’s not so good at saying sappy stuff

-If anyone did say something in public, you bet your ass he’d fuss at them and maaybe need to be reminded he didn’t have to punch them.


(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و Don’t let anyone be mean to you about your appearance, anon!

yoi-yoi-senpai  asked:

(All your prompts and writing has given me so much feels Mayra <3 wanna say that you're so talented xD keep up with the great work!) Prompt: The new character in Forces is a very malicious villain and Amy tries to get him on the good side, prove that nothing can be achieved with bad intentions however, things backfire and she's in huge trouble. What will Sonic do? (Can't wait to see what you come up with! XD)

(*crying tears of joy* she said talented and great work, and that it gave her feels, I’m just.. my heart. *grips* Thank you, child. Thank you.)

I actually have been KILLING to write my idea for the new character as a villain. I have two scenarios, one as a man and one as a woman, but both villains. After this one, I’ll definitely have to write the female version! In both of them, either Amy or Sonic is threatened and the other basically saves/helps them out.

I’m so excited~ You are the best for giving me a prompt that allows me to work my magic!!!~<3

Prompt:

As he looked out over the battlefield, seeing how Eggman’s minions were doing and also analyzing team strategies, the villain suddenly took notice of a girl fighting the crowd.

“Oh?” his curiosity peaked up as he smirked, “Cubot. Orbot.”

The two robots shivered, deeply afraid of him, maybe even more so than Eggman since this mercenary had a ‘darker’ moral code than even he…

“Who’s she?” he looked fondly to the scene, but there was something sinister in his questioning.

“…” the robots looked to each other, worried about giving him information.

The man turned his head back, “Do I not recall your creator giving you strict instruction to inform me on my enemies?”

The robots, on either side of him, suddenly scooted back and gripped each other in a clanking hug. They saw what he did to their kind…

“S-sh-she’s Amy Rose, sir!”

“N-no one of any great importance really. Her skill set is mostly a balance of raw power and extraordinary speed.”

“Y-yeah! And the self proclaimed girlfriend of Sonic the-EMPH!” Orbot shoved a hand up over Cubot’s speaker.

“You idiot! He doesn’t need to know that!”

“What? A girlfriend?” he suddenly looked down at the girl, fighting to her heart’s content.

He suddenly smirked, and began to chuckle.

“She’s the queen of this little band of fools?”

“Q…queen?” the two looked at each other, confused.

He laughed again, leaning his head up before looking back down and seeing Sonic come in to take out a few robots around her.

She smiled and nodded to him as he winked and gave her a thumbs up, and sped off.

He adjusted his gloves, pulling them down. “Come on, boys. You know what they say…” he walked with absolute steadiness that didn’t seem earthly, as his quills suddenly stood on end, as if he was excited for the events his mind imagined to unfold…

“If you want to learn the strength of the pack…

                                                 ,,,you attack the queen.”

Amy swung around and dodged a large robot arm that had swung down at her, then, taking the A.I robot by surprise, she twisted her hammer to where it’s edges gripped the crook of it’s arm, and pulled it over herself and let it smash to the ground.

She wiped some sweat off her brow, seeing her work here was done.

“My, you really are a strong alpha female…”

“Huh?”

Amy turned around, but only saw a shadow within the flames.

“I’m amazed they left you unguarded… without any way to call for help..”

“Who are you..? And I’m perfectly able on my own!” Amy held her hammer up, confident as she glared into the flaming silhouette, as it continued to walk around and behind the flame.

He laughed lightly, before the silhouette showed him raising his hand up, as if gesturing skyward. “I simply wanted to see what would happen if I got you alone… I suppose my little strategy worked. Look,… no cameras.”

She took a second to turn and look up, seeing that the cameras Eggman installed were destroyed.

Her eyes traced the area for origin of destruction, but was suddenly met by a fierce wind that broke the flames from him, creating a curtain effect of a kind that parted a way for him, as he charged her and gripped her neck.

“Augh! Ahh…” she gripped his arm and pulled it back, but noticed his being was still hovering from the launch.

His steel eyes were fixated on her, as he slowly moved to place a foot on the ground, and then another.

“You certainly are a careless queen. Turning your eyes from the enemy.” he tilted his head as she struggled.

He eyed her hand.

“You have… a remarkable strength about you.”

“L…Let me go!”

“Why? It’s almost a dream to hold you close..” he suddenly pulled her towards him, shocking her into a gasp, before he looked down at her and moved his hand to punch her in the gut.

“Ack..! Ugh…” she dropped her hammer, as he saw her hand loosen from his own and moved his grip to her chin, pulling her up so she didn’t fully collapse.

“Oh, you’re no fun…” he moved his lips carefully over the side of her face, barely closing his eyes as he took in her scent. “I would have at least thought you’d scream for help…”

“I don’t… urk… scream.” she twitched her eyebrow, before pushing back and summoning her hammer from the ground, swinging it.

He reached up and gripped it, but she smiled.

“What?” He lost his suave as Amy traced the fearful surprise in his eyes.

She cleverly hammed a fist into his stomach, as he slowly bent over from the impact, and moved away, rubbing her hand on her chin and then wiping the side of her face off.

She stood boldly, as if with pride. “I guess I’m not as stupid as you thought. Thanks for the idea.” She narrowed her eyes, “You must be Eggman’s new puppet, right? The Metallic bender.”

He gripped his stomach, having purposefully let her go to get away, and then looked up from kneeling on one knee.

He shook his head and rose up again, shaking off the pain by rotating his shoulders, and again, laughing lightly.

“You amaze even the most dangerous of foes.” he complimented, before shifting a flirty eye back to her. “Perhaps that why you’re a solo queen.”

“Excuse me?” Amy rose an eyebrow. “Look, I don’t know what you’re getting at here…”

She readied herself for another counter, in case he charged again. But he just laughed, bending over and then arching his back to do so.

“But what you’re doing is wrong! Can’t you see that? They’re must be some mercy and justice in you!”

Mercy?” he suddenly, and with sharp precision, cut off his laughter to smile and look back at her.

The turning of his body made her step back slightly, before making sure her footing was sturdy enough to take a blow.

Why was he so… cheery?

“Heh. You speak of mercy… What? Ah!” he suddenly pointed to her, “You… no,…” he slightly moved his head back, as if questioning his own theory. “You’re not trying to reform me,… are you? Oh, that’s precious. You see… people like you will always be prey. Believing that the… oh, what would you call it… natural order of things can be pursued against itself to a far better nature than presented.” he casual swung himself towards her in his walk, as if completely confident in both his words and the unsettling situation.

As he approached, he snapped his fingers and searched for a word, but once having it, continued on before stopping in front of her, eyeing her and not even giving her hammer the corner of his eye…

“But you’re forgetting something very important, Queen Rose.” he looked so innocent as he pouted with a shake of his head, mocking her.

He spoke quietly, and watched her intently as he moved ever so slightly closer to her.

Then his tone grew vicious, and his true hangs appeared as he leaned above and down to loom over her with every bit of a bite to his words…

You forget that some in this world love the suffering of others! The pure torture of taking everything one loves away from them. And the screams of their last hope lost.”

“…Like I said.” Amy breathed hard quietly, but it showed by the bouncing of her chest that she was unnerved by his reaction.

“I don’t scream.”

He suddenly shifted his fierce demeanor, leaning back and laughing.

“You are too idealistic, Rose! Oh, queen of the rebellion! You are truly a prize worth risking a king’s anger for.” he bent his head back down as she attempted to swing her hammer out, but he dodged it.

“I will enjoy ripping every last bit of fight out of you… and crippling your friends into a submission that will cost them more then the war… but their very lives…” he started to quickly advantage on her.

“Ge… Get away from me!” Amy continued to fight him, as he dodged and blocked, going to hits but she skillfully deflected and at times, reflected them.

He was hit away, at last, before looking fierce and animistic in his eyes.

Fire burned in his eyes much like the surroundings, as he held his arms outstretched.

“What’s wrong, queen? Refusing to reform me? Have you given up!?” he slammed his hands down, and the robot parts around him spiraled upward and formed armor around his being.

Let’s dance.” the that had just formed helmet clicked down.

—————————————————————————————-

Eggman was trying to turn on his cameras, but the spy system seemed busted. “Dratt! I thought Sonic and his pathetic friends would never find them this time!”

Orbot and Cubot, coming through the door first, looked worriedly at each other as they pushed their fingers up nervously together, and swiped them over the other before addressing Eggman.

“Sir… we need to talk.” Cubot started, gesturing up to the doctor.

“Not now! Can’t you see I’m working blind?”

The two looked at each other.

“That’s the thing! You’re new recruit is-!”

“Doctor. I’ve arrived.”

The two froze up, clanking in fright as they turned around.

He smiled, looking easy as his eyelids drooped to show how calm he was.

He looked to the robots.

With every bit of poison that sounded like charmingly smooth music, he spoke to them, “Hello, boys.”

They hugged each other again, afraid he may have overheard them about to warn Eggman.

“Hmm? What’s gotten into you two?” Eggman looked down at how intimidated they were, before looking around and seeing the mercenary put Amy down, gently stroking a quill out from upon her face, as if obscuring her face was a sin in his eyes.

A lesser sin… perhaps… to those that he’s already performed…

“There’s been a change of plans, Eggman.”

“EMPEROR EGGMAN to you.” He stood tall, folding his arms, and suddenly extremely suspicious.

“What’s this all about?” he cocked an eyebrow up.

He smirked, and walked forward, “I want to rearrange our little deal.”

“…Go on?” Eggman was still curious why Amy was there, but figured he’d explain soon enough.

“The girl. I want her apart of the deal.” he fondly turned back to Amy. “I was planning to knock her out and use her as bait to rile up her teammates. But I grew slightly fond of her. If you really do robotize the world, I’d like to have at least one… play thing in it.” he turned back to Eggman.

Eggman, suddenly feeling a bit fatherly for the first time, threw his arms down.

“Absolutely not.” he briskly walked back to his computer.

“You lay a hand on even a fraction of her quills, and Sonic’ll have your head. I’m not going to be responsible for that kind of revenge plotting. You haven’t seen him when he’s upset.” Eggman looked indirectly over his shoulder, that last line as if he knew first hand how dangerous that could be.

“Typical of a king.” he rolled his eyes at Eggman’s response, as if having little to no real worry about any of that.

“It’s best to play it off as a game. Deliver her back or use her. I don’t care which. But don’t think I’ll leave you an Eve to your Dark Eden.”

“There’d be no Eden without Eve…”

He didn’t look pleased by that response, before turning back to Amy.

“The answers no.” He stated very firmly, folding his arms, and then turning back to his work. “Now, scat along, will you? I’ve a very busy tyrant.”

“Then… perhaps I won’t be so… willing to assist you anymore.”

“Excuse me-EEE?!?!?” Eggman leaned back as a metallic shard was thrown to hook a side of his mustache against the computer screen, causing the screen to crack and show grey streaks of lines as if offline.

Eggman tugged a moment, before ripping the shard out, and looking it over.

“…You make a good point,… Synchro…” he gripped the metallic shard, and turned back to him, a deadly bargain afoot as at first Synchro looked serious, before smiling friendly back to the Doctor.

“I could use a man with your… unique… metal bending talents.”

“Oh, go on.” he rolled his head, as if adoring the praise. “I live to please~” he bowed deeply, but clearly, it was all for show.

“..Heh… good.” Eggman threw the metallic piece down, slamming it with his fist into the ground, and then pointing directly up at Synchro.

“I want no part of your scheming, Synchro. But you can tease the girl all you want. But there better not be even a scratch on her head by the time Sonic comes to get her. Understood?”

Synchro raised a mocking eyebrow, “You seem to say that as if suggesting I’ll give her back.”

“Not. One. Hair.” Eggman wagged the finger closer and closer to his face, before the two turned to see Amy slowly coming too.

“Take her away from here. Do what you will but Orbot and Cubot will see to the girl.”

“Ah. Supervisors?” Synchro looked to them. “Well, things are just going to seem awkward for you third and forth wheel.” he kid, as the two quickly scurried to Amy, having processed their new commands.

He turned his head, and seemed to eyed them very closely… as if figuring out how to get rid of them later.

“Synchro.”

He turned his head back to Eggman. “My liege~” he faked another proper bow.

Eggman stared back at him over his shoulder, leaning down with his hands supporting him on the control panel, before clicking something to get his cameras and sights back online.

“…Don’t abuse her. I won’t forgive defying me.”

“Defiling? What was that? Doctor! I’m surprised you would suppose…” he smirked, lifting an acted hand to his ear as if just playing the role.

“I need to hear it. You won’t harm the girl.”

“…I may just do that. But I won’t kill her.”

Eggman turned his head back to him, growing angrily.

“… I’ll only touch what can be seen~” he winked and held up a finger, before drawing an ‘X’ over his heart. “Promise, good tyrant. Promise.”

“…See that he does.” Eggman turned to his robots, who worried they didn’t know how to stop him.

The two dragged Amy off, hauling her onto a hover cart, as Synchro turned around and looked down at her.

“Even protected by a supposed evil overlord. Tell me, queeny. Have you reformed the world?”

His mocking laughs trailed into Amy’s ears as she twitched her eyes, attempting to try and wake up… as the light faded…

And she was dragged off into an unknown location.

“Son-” she barely could speak out, as he looked out, and placed a finger over his mouth, smirking. “-ic…” he placed something over her mouth.

“Shh…” he cooed, ever so softly, before the gas knocked her out again. “There’ll be no talk of such things.” he looked to the robots.

They quickly turned forward, pulling the hover craft along.

He crooked his smile even further before looking ahead.

“Now it’s my time to assert the throne. I’ll steal your queen. I’ll overthrow the overthrower. I’ll kill this world’s hero. And all the while I shall I make this world… My world…”

Orbot and Cubot, once out of distance from Eggman, were suddenly cringing as their beings were combined and reorganized into a chest armor and gun, and then a nice metallic crown on his head.

“Heh. Such trusting fools.” he laughed as he kicked Amy’s craft down an air shoot, and jumped on it.

Taking her far away, he looked back to see a blue blur charging Eggman’s tower.

“….She’s not there~” he whispered manically, and let his wicked laugh carry in the winds…

(Don’t worry, she’ll be okay :) I hope you don’t mind… I focused more on Amy in danger and trying to reform him than I did Sonic saving her. It’s clear he will, but I wanted to show off a villain who was interested in Amy. It makes it even more sinister when he flirts with her! Don’t you think?)

(Part 2 x)

anonymous asked:

Part 2 of Takao's fem best friend's unrequited love please?? An extra req, if you're gonna do a time skip, can you pls not make it longer than two months? I'd like those emotions to be raw, esp right after Takao knows of her feelings ^^ Thank you!

Anonymous said: Takao anon here! Yes, I’m the original anon who requested the first scenario. Um, honestly, I can’t think of any general plot for this 2nd one; all I actually want is a continuation of the 1st scenario, with more angst before the happy ending~ and yep, I want Takao to return his best friend’s feelings! ^^ So aside from the 2-month specified time, angst+happy ending, and Takao returning (maybe realizing his hidden feelings for her?) that love, like you said, I allow you to do whatever you want. 

I hope you’re not mad at me for delaying this for so long! I honestly don’t know how to feel about this, but here it is, I really hope it’s satisfactory. Since you like the feelings raw, I didn’t put a time skip. Thank you for your patience!

This is a continuation to this story here. You are heavily suggested to proceed only after reading the first part. Female!Reader ahead for consistency. 

It Was Always You by Maroon 5


Originally posted by grrungegoddess

Stupid stupid stupid stupid, he thinks, hands balled into fists at how completely idiotic he is. He should’ve just straightaway ran to your house instead of asking your friends, waiting for them to pick the phone up to ask them where you were, if you were partying with them—that way, he could’ve caught you before it got dark. Although he’s close to your family as your best friend, how is he supposed to knock on the door to your home at nearly midnight? 

What is he going to say if your parents open the front door?

What is he going to say if you are the one who opens the door?

Takao sighs, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. His hair sticks on his face from sweat, but in contrast to his slightly ragged breath and the sensation of the cold air against his damp skin, his mind is numb. 

He can see your bedroom window from here. It’s dark. You’re probably asleep. The idea of throwing rocks at your window is quickly discarded—you most likely don’t want to look at him in the face again.

The glare of his phone catches his eye and tells him that his girlfriend is looking for him: ten missed calls and a couple dozen of texts, gradually changing tone from sweet questions of where he’s at to a storm of textual rage. He turns off the device—she’s the least of his concerns right now. Takao sits on your empty porch with empty eyes and a rabbit heart as his mind flashes him images of the last few times he hung out with you.

When he can only recall conversations about his relationship and that forced smile on your face, he curses. 

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says to himself, feeling as if his heart is in the fist of a phantom hand, painfully clenching the organ. 

The two of you don’t even talk to each other these days—at least nothing of substance like your usual deep or humorous exchanges. Since the end of his second year in Shuutoku, which is around the time he found his “soulmate” (Takao swallows bitterness at the word—how did he have the gall to use it so lightly?), the conversations he shared with you were shallow banter with him mostly talking about his girlfriend and you having to listen. He’d ask for relationship advice, what a girl likes, where to take her on dates. 

You were probably forcing laughter, faking smiles, crying yourself to sleep when you’re alone.

Takao let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. The night is dark and quiet save for the occasional gust of wind and sounds of crickets singing between the grass, but his mind is loud and disorganized: a mix of realization, question, and self-deprecation. The way you looked at him when he talks, how other people seem to let their gazes linger on you and him—everybody knew, even Midorima noticed, for heaven’s sake. How could he miss the signs? How could he be so blinded, even when he was the one that told you “nothing is going to change” when he got a girlfriend?

If only he could go back in time and punch himself in the face for saying that to you. It obviously turned out to be a lie, no matter how he didn’t mean it to be one. He didn’t just replace you, he made you suffer by putting it in your face for at least one year and you say a single word against it.

He blinks, and a tear slowly makes its way down his cheek. It takes a moment for Takao to realize that he’s crying, but when he does, a wave of thoughts darker than the sky he’s under flood his mind: there’s no way you don’t hate him right now, not when he’s caused you nothing but pain for a long time. That’s why you didn’t talk to him after the graduation ceremony, that’s why you’ve been rejecting his offers to lunch together, that’s why you’ve been oddly quiet whenever the two of you hung out. 

He remembers the big game Shuutoku won and how he doesn’t recall you congratulating him. It must’ve been since then. He must’ve hurt you so much without realizing, like the Prince in The Little Mermaid and how he asked her to dance the night away, not knowing of the swords she feels like she’s stepping on. And like the Prince, too, he discarded her for another, despite the sacrifices she has made and the pain she must endure.

Then, he thinks about what will happen next. His apology won’t be enough, not after what you’ve been through. You’ll grow to despise him, cutting him off from your life like removing a parasitic infection—that’s what he’s been anyway, sucking the life and love out of you. You won’t look at him in the face again when you pass by each other on the street. He might have his girlfriend in one arm, but the thought of him not being in your life coils a rope in his chest.

And when he thinks of you having another person by your side, someone who shares kisses with you, someone who gets to make you smile and laugh, the only one who is allowed to hold you in their arms—and that someone is not him…

Takao feels like he’s been physically hurt, but there are no wounds on his skin to show.

He spends the rest of the night punishing himself in the chest with these thoughts sharp as blade, bleeding tears into the night until he’s too tired to stay awake.


You wake up the next morning with puffy red eyes, gauging that it is approaching afternoon by the strong sunlight that enters your bedroom. The weight of your heavy heart is somewhat diminished, not only by the fact that you cried your eyes out the night before, but also by the faint feeling of hunger. After brushing your teeth and a brisk shower, you change into clean T-shirt and shorts, not bothering to conceal your swollen eyes since you’re staying at home for the rest of the day.

Your parents should already be away for work at this time of the day, leaving you alone in your house. Your assumptions are confirmed when you walk downstairs to find silence—even the television is off. 

So when you enter the kitchen to find Takao, sitting with a plate of half-eaten toast in front of him, you gasp as if you’ve seen a ghost.

He does look ghastly, his paler face contrasting to the marks under his eyes. He shows signs of surprise as well when he sees you, which quickly dissolves into hesitance. He’s here with the full intention of talking to you, apologizing, telling you how stupid he was and how he realizes he doesn’t want a life without you—

—you don’t even know he knows.

“Takao-kun…?”   

“__________-chan,” he says with a start—weird since he’s the one barging in your house. He realizes your swollen eyes and remembers that he spent the night crying too, but he can only hope that you don’t notice.

“What are you—how did you get it?” You look at the front door and back at him again, positive that the entrance is properly locked.

“Your parents let me in,” he answers, “I came here in the morning.” Takao still can see your mother’s reaction when she finds him sleeping on a chair as she checks the porch every morning. She was surprised more than anything, but she didn’t ask when he said he has something very important to say to you.

Maybe she knows, and from the way your father glanced at him before offering him breakfast, Takao thinks he knows too. Have you been so upset that your parents notice what’s going on, though you’re not the type to tell them? Did they mention his name during a family dinner, and all of a sudden you just got quiet, like when he mentions his girlfriend’s name? Did they hear your sounds of sobbing across the hallway at night?

“Oh,” you answer dumbly, making a sandwich for yourself as you face the kitchen counter. You don’t want him looking at you, not when you’re like this: vulnerable and unprepared. “What brings you here today?”

“I—you—” he trips on his own words, “__________-chan, we need to talk.”

Fear overcomes you for a split second at the seriousness of his tone. Takao has rarely used it in his conversations with you, but after knowing him for so long, you can tell. He means business.

“What about?” You ask, putting a slice of cheese on toast before busying your hands with something, anything. You don’t want to talk to him.

“__________-chan, look at me.”

You freeze for a moment and hope he doesn’t notice, but Takao does not hold the nickname Hawk Eye for nothing. You slowly turn to him, looking at him in the eye, keeping your defences up with whatever dignity you have left in you.

In front of you stands the boy who you had your heart in his hands, and instead of looking powerful and confident, he’s not much better than you are. For a second you are tempted to throw in a joke about his face—he must’ve partied so hard and the hangover still hasn’t subsided, but you know the humorous attempt is merely a cover-up of the truth.

“__________-chan,” he calls your name again, softer this time as if reminiscing a memory, “do you… like me?”

At that point, thoughts of lying to him, telling him that of course you do—you’re not best friends if you don’t, are thrown out the window. There’s no use for sugar-coating and false masks anymore. Your grip to whatever leash that has been keeping your sanity together loosens, and tears begin to pool in your eyes as fast as he made you fall in love with him, breaking the dam.

You defy his orders, looking down to the floor and covering your face with both hands. Takao’s eyes widen only a fraction before he feels a pang in his heart. He knows you don’t usually cry in front of people, that you prefer to let loose when you are alone in your room—the fact that you’re openly crying in the kitchen with the cause of your pain right in front of you is proof that he made you go through a lot.

He feels like he’s suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I—I tried not to… I thought—”

He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, attempting to pull you into a hug, but when you flinch and freeze before taking a step back, another portion of his heart breaks. You inhale deeply yet shakily, cupping your hand over your mouth as if it stops the sobbing somehow.

“It’s okay,” you say, a sudden calm overcoming you and his eyebrows crinkle in confusion. “I, we’re not going to the same university, s-so we won’t see each other as much,” you continue, cursing inwardly at your shaky voice when you see Takao’s expression.

“I’ll—I’ll stay out of your way!” It comes out as a suggestion, but it’s like his heart is about to burst in the phantom hand’s tight grip.

“I promise not to get in the way of your relationship.” He swallows, scenes of not seeing you ever again playing in his mind, and his mouth feels dry and bitter.

“I didn’t want you to know in the first place. Just please… pretend you don’t know.” His stomach sinks at the request.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, but it feels as if you’re trying to convince yourself, “I’ll be okay.”

That’s when he snaps, pulling you into a hug so tight you’re encased by his whole body. The desperation in his hands as he cups the back of your head says he’s afraid that you’ll slip through him like sand. Pressed against his chest like this, you feel his rapid heartbeat and warmth, and the tears you have been trying so hard to supress makes their way down your cheek, seeping into the material of his shirt.

“No, don’t, please,” he tells you, exhaling shakily, “I was—if I let you go now you’ll run away, and I spent the whole night thinking about what would happen and I,” he swallows, “I really can’t imagine not having you with me.”

“Then what?” You cry, pushing at his chest in anger to put distance between you. “You want me to stick around and ‘stand by you’ while you’re with your girlfriend? I’ve done that for the past year!” Your voice breaks with the gradually rising volume, evidence of how hard you cried the night before. “I don’t want to go through that anymore. I’ve had enough.”

The room falls into silence as Takao looks at you while you quietly lower your eyes down to the floor. Thoughts run a thousand miles an hour in your head: if Takao only loves you as much as a friend does, there’s no point in having this conversation anymore—at least not until you move on. You must cut all ties with him, start anew, and fall in love again to be ready to face him.

“You hate me now, don’t you?” He asks.

Even the words sting his tongue when he says them.

This time you look him in the eyes as you give him your answer.

“I wish I could,” you whisper, “that would make things so much easier.”

And like a meteor colliding with Earth, there is realization and clarity, like the smoke is cleared out of his mind. When he pulls you by the arm and crashes his lips onto yours in a desperate kiss, it feels as if everything makes sense—it’s right, and he has never felt nothing as perfect as this before.

Your eyes widen at the foreign sensation. You’ve never expected this to happen, never in your wildest dreams—at least not after you’ve discarded them. You feel tears well again in your eyes for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, because how can you not cry while he’s kissing you and you’re already giving up on him? Any form of resistance you can come up with is futile: your push isn’t as strong and your fists are instead bringing him closer, the way you try to pull away but always responding when he chases you.

Inside, you figure that there is still a bit of hope that he would return your feelings.

Takao’s kiss is deep, passionate, desperate. It’s more emotional than your previous conversation combined, it tells you everything you need to know about him and him you: that he is certainly not willing to let you go or run away, and that a small part of you hasn’t lost your wish of being with him despite what you try to tell yourself.

“I’m sorry,” he says in between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, just give me the chance to.”

You gasp his name and he moans against your lips, kissing until the fire in his gut slowly turns into an ember, and by then he’s peppering slow kisses around your face in silent admiration and affection.

“What about your girlfriend?” You ask quietly. You really wish that you can skip this part, but he’s technically still in a relationship with someone else. Takao sighs, fishing out his phone and turning it on. The two of you stare until the blank screen lights up, and after a few seconds you can see notifications flooding in his phone, her name glaring in pixels. You spot snippets of the long sentences she sent to him, cuss words and spelling errors that turns out to be a continuation of what he received the night before.

“It’s clear that she’s upset of me ditching the party last night,” Takao scoffs a bit at that, “but who cares? She most likely found somebody else to grind with on the dance floor if she has the gall to diss me like that.”

“That’s horrible,” you say, eyebrows scrunching lightly with discomfort.

Takao places the device on the kitchen counter, paying absolutely no attention to it before he moves in to kiss you softly on the lips. When you pull away, it’s slow and unwilling, like you want it to last forever, but the need for air makes such wish impossible. His eyes are lidded, looking at you with an expression you can’t exactly decipher. You’ve never seen this look on his face before—something tells you that you’ll see more of this side of him in the future.

“I can’t believe it’s you all along,” he whispers, kissing you one more time. You reciprocate with equally, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to sink in the feeling of him wrapped around your senses. He smiles into the kiss.

“We’ve got a lot of talking to do.”