my face stings from the tears

Wicked Game ~ Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker’s best friend falls in love with him and holds back her feelings until she can’t take it anymore, but Peter’s heart is already taken by another.

word count: 1,420

Warnings: Angst, couple swears

Based on the song Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine

Peter Parker was the perfect boy. He was smart, handsome, clever, and kind. Everything

I look for in a guy. I mean I shouldn’t be so surprised I fell in love with him. He’s basically a Disney prince, but ten times more charming. I’ve been friends with Peter since I was 3 years old. Our parents had worked together until they passed away. I confronted him through everything, I was even the first person he told about how he became Spiderman. I was the person who held him after his Uncle Ben died. I was there for everything. Which made me think I had a chance  I was a fool to think Peter actually had feelings for me.

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“Y/n come on we have to get to class” I heard Peter exclaim.

“Yeah whatever, school sucks” I giggled chasing after him since he had gotten ahead. I walked into the school which had definitely changed over night. There were homecoming posters and decorations.

“Are we still on for watching Lord of the Rings tonight Pete?” I asked as we stopped at my locker. As I was twisting the lock I felt Peters breath on my neck.

“As soon as I’m done fighting crime I’ll be over” he whispered sending shivers down my spine.

“Okay,” I said so quietly I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear me.

“Peter let’s go,” I said turning around, but he was already gone and talking to Liz which made my blood boil.

“And again I’m talking to myself because of her,” I said under my breath my voice laced with annoyance. I curled my fists in a ball. The way he looked at her made me so angry and I don’t know why. He’s just my best friend. Nothing else and that’s period. Right?  I walked away from the scene not wanting to witness anything else. At this point, I just want to go home. I could feel my heart ache all day, but why? I can’t be mad at Peter for talking to other girls I’m not the only person in his life. We’re just best friends. I’m just wondering why it hurts so much.

I went through my classes until the final bell finally rang. I let out a sigh of relief and practically ran out the door. I’m 110% sure I don’t want to deal with Peter right now. So I may or may not have run home. Okay, I did, but I mean at least I actually got exercise instead of having my head buried in a book or laptop. I got my keys out of my backpack and as I was turning the lock I heard Peter talking to Ned. It really sucks when the person you’re trying to avoid lives in the same apartment as you. I opened the door and scrambled into my apartment faster than humanly possible and darted to my bedroom. Truthfully I just wanted to be alone. Usually, I come home wanting to read a book, but all I wanted to do is watch sappy romances and cry. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I felt single tears slide down my face when I heard a knock on the window making me jump and fall out of my bed. I quickly wiped the tear from my eye going to the window and opening it up so Peter could get in. All of the sudden everything was better just seeing his goofy smile warmed my heart and for a split second

I forgot he was even the reason I’m so upset. My world was burning down because of this boy, yet he was the only one who could save me. I flopped down on my bed looking at the ceiling.

“Why have you been avoiding me all day”? He asked

“I am not”

“I literally saw you run from the school I’m pretty sure faster than I can run” he laughed

“Well maybe I just wanted to work out”

“Since when do you work out” he laughed

“Oh my god stop” I giggled grabbing a pillow and whacking him with it.

“Ow seriously,” he said laughing.

“Don’t you have spidey things to do?” I asked

“You seemed upset so I’ll skip it for tonight, I don’t think Queens will go to hell if I take a night off” That sentence melted my heart. He was taking off because I was upset. This boy is literally going to be the death of me. I didn’t realize how close we were. I was staring right into his beautiful brown eyes and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Wait no why would I want to kiss my best friend. I was mentally freaking out so, I quickly sprung off my bed.

“I have to the bathroom” I squeaked, practically running to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and immediately shoved it closed and locked the door making sure I heard the click to know it was locked. I went to the sink looking in the mirror. I had this strange feeling to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him. The amount of desire I have for this boy is driving me insane. That’s when it all made sense. I was in love with Peter Parker. He was literally my dream boy. I would have never thought I meet someone like him, But I couldn’t lose him over a simple crush. If love is just a simple crush. My cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment so I swiftly turned on the faucet and splashed water in my face. The cold water wasn’t enough. I grabbed the nearest towel and wiped my face off and then threw it back onto the sink. I sluggishly walked back to my room trying to think of an excuse of why I was freaking out. Why did I have to fall in love? Especially with him. I don’t want to be in love with my best friend. I don’t have a chance so all I can do is a dream, but how long can dream until I go completely insane. I gradually opened the door to find Peter gone. I saw a note lying on the bed. So much for him spending the night with me.

Mr. Stark called it’s super important. I’m so sorry I had to leave. Have a great night Y/N, love Peter

What kind of game is this boy playing? Is he trying to make me fall in love with him? Well if that was the game he won. I grabbed the paper and ripped it in half. I wanted to scream. I was so angry. I was furious. I was so in love with him. Simple crush my ass. I’m drop dead head over heels for Peter. I left the torn up paper on the bed and moved my way over to the bed. I got under the covers, and that’s when I lost it. I was bawling. It was uncontrollable. I swiftly jumped out of my bed. I needed fresh air. I opened up my window and climbed up the fire escape to the roof. I did this when I was upset about something. Now thinking about it. The times I went up here are all because of Peter Parker. Who thought the best thing in my life could cause me so much pain. I sat there, taking deep breaths finally calming myself down. I sniffled wiping the tears from my face.

“Y/N why are you crying” I heard from behind me, scaring the hell out of me. Why does this boy insist on trying to be with me when he the reason for all my problems, but I had enough of it.

“You, I’m so in love with you, and I can’t have you, It took me a long time to realize, but I love you okay, now can you please go away or tell me you feel the same way” I practically screamed leaving him speechless.

“Y/N I-I”

“What Peter just say it,” I said quietly

“I just asked Liz to homecoming” he murmured, and that’s when I felt my heart drop. Why did I fall in love with Peter Parker?

Part 2 maybe ndjwfjkwj

Update! Part 2 has been posted! :)

“Supergirl and Lena coming out to the public with a photoshoot with James that they publish in a CatCo edition for pride month.” from @draconicdivinity


Snapper is utterly unfazed by Kara’s pitch.

A Pride Month edition of CatCo – something Cat Grant herself started years ago – this time featuring National City’s hottest new couple.

A Super and a Luthor.

Finally ready to acknowledge that they’re a couple. That they’re wildly in love.

Lena, secure enough to know that Kara – that Supergirl – hell, that her girlfriend, her girlfriend, will not let her down. Will not love her then leave her, in the public spotlight, no less.

Kara, trusting Lena’s ability to care for herself enough to know that she can handle herself if any threats come down on her for this.

Lena, ready to face her mother’s wrath. Again.

Kara, ready to respond at any and all moments to the call watch Winn had made for Lena – modeled on the one Clark had given James – so that Supergirl will never be the reason Lena is hurt.

“Better spruce up on your ability to write about yourself in the third person, Danvers,” he grumbles, but his almost invisible, wry grin weaves entire tales of the way he lost the bet he had with Cat Grant about when Supergirl and Lena Luthor would be ready to go public with their relationship.

With themselves.

Her hands are shaking the morning James meets them in the studio for their photoshoot, and Lena stills them with her own, with soft kisses to each knuckle.

“We don’t have to do this, Kara,” she tells her for perhaps the hundredth time. “It’s alright if you’re not ready, if – “

“No, no, that’s not it, Lena. I just… Sara isn’t a superhero on this Earth, so… so on this Earth, there really aren’t out queer superheroes. What if everyone starts thinking that I – I don’t know – that I’m the only way to be bi? All that representation, all on me…”

She sighs and she relishes the way Lena listens.

Listens with her full body, her full attention.

This woman who practically lives in her office; this woman who is constantly working, and loves it; this woman whose mind is constantly everywhere at once, who is always so busy that focus is a relative thing.

This woman is focusing, entirely, on her girlfriend, and it sends pleasant tingles down Kara’s spine. It almost makes her stop breathing.

The intensity of what it means to have Lena Luthor pay full attention to her. Her girlfriend, yes, but god, what a powerhouse of a woman.

Kara giggles suddenly, and Lena arches an eyebrow.

“You’re like a superhero, too, you know,” she tells Lena, who laughs open and loud because her girlfriend is utterly ridiculous.

Neither of them notice James clicking away, snapping impromptu photographs of them, incomplete makeup jobs be damned.

These will be better, anyway.

Kara with her hands in Lena’s, smiling earnestly, softly, watching her girlfriend laugh.

“No, I mean it! I was just thinking about… about how brilliant you are, and how many times you’ve saved us all, and how…  how proud I am that you even… noticed me, let alone date me.”

“Kara Danvers, I’ve told you before, and I will tell you every day until you understand why,” Lena bites her lip, the laughter gone from her face now. “You are my hero. Not this cape – although I do love your cape – “

They share a private laugh, and Kara blushes almost as red as the cape currently swept to her side for the photoshoot. “ – because I didn’t know you were bulletproof the first time I laid eyes on you. I didn’t have to. You’re special without all…”

She runs her fingers up and down Kara’s arms, up and down her superhero blue. “… without all this.”

The tears stinging Kara’s eyes blink away as she notices – finally – James snapping away.

“We’re not even through with makeup, James!” Kara pouts, and James just laughs.

“I won’t use any shots you both don’t approve of, you know that. But um, Kara, can I talk to you for a second?”

If James were any other ex of Kara’s, Lena might have bristled. But he is so much more than her ex; he’s her family. So when Kara squeezes Lena’s hands and gets up to follow James, Lena watches with a vague smile, because her heart is hammering with the thrill of finally being out together, the thrill of what Kara just told her, the anticipation of the reception of the piece, the relaxing evening Kara mentioned having planned for tonight.

“Listen, I wanted to – “

“Are you sure you’re okay doing this – “

They both stop and they both laugh and look in opposite directions.

James recovers first.

“I am so happy that you’re happy, Kara. And I’m glad Snapper assigned me to this. It’s a big deal, and it’s… honestly, Kara, it’s an honor. Look.” He shows her the feed from his camera, what he’s taken so far, and Kara gasps.

Lena, running her fingers tenderly down Kara’s suited-up arms.

Lena, hands mixed up with Kara’s, staring at her intently, so intently, that the picture alone makes Kara squirm with delight, with heat, with joyful humility.

Lena, tossing her head back and laughing, with Kara looking at her like she’s the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. And she would know.

“James, they’re beautiful,” she whispers, and he smiles.

“You’re beautiful together, Kara,” he tells her, and Lena’s the one who snaps a picture with her phone when she hugs him.

The rest of the afternoon is full of laughter, full of Kara trying to be intimidating and finally admitting that Alex pulls off the hands-on-hips thing much more confidently than Kara can.

Full of Lena stepping into classic Supergirl poses – eyes serious, arms crossed across her chest; chin tilted upwards, hands on her hips – with Kara, jaw dropped, eyes wide, next to her, a heady combination of amused and turned on.

“Told you you’re a superhero, you do the poses better than me!” Kara stammers when she finds words again, and Lena just laughs, just kisses her cheek, just whispers into her ear about Kara doing the important poses just fine, and the next series of photos is of a blushing, spluttering Supergirl and the human woman who can reduce the unflappable hero into a pile of mush.

When Kara tries to imitate the crisp, efficient, brilliant stance that Lena has at the studio desk, simulating her role as CEO of L Corp, James grins and sighs behind the camera, already anticipating the teasing about that desk that’s going to come from Alex and Maggie and Winn.

And probably some of the social media feeds, as well.

But all of that is inevitable. They’ve discussed it all, they’ve processed it all.

And they’re ready for it all. Together.

So when James still hasn’t quite found a cover photo yet, the one he takes when Kara pulls Lena close and gathers her into her arms – when they’re lost in each other’s eyes so deeply that it seems like they’ve forgotten they’re in a studio, that Kara’s feet might lift off the ground at any moment, and they do, slightly, they do – is what he knows will be the winner, what he knows will reach young queer kids and older queer adults, on the cover of a Pride Edition that is bound to need extra printing.

Because National City’s savior and her superhero girlfriend are redefining heroism as looking lovingly, openly, into someone else’s eyes, and that?

That’s something they’re all very ready for.

You Are A Lady!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom) x Reader

Warnings: Verbal abuse / yelling / physical abuse 

Summary: It seemed as though everything was going well. It’s your five month anniversary with Peter, May had become a better parent than your own, and you passed the science quiz this morning! Why does your mom always have to ruin everything?

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“Peter, I have to go.” Y/N mumbled, not really wanting to leave. Peter held on tighter, keeping you close to him and unable to get up. Y/N’s laugh was muffled by his shirt as she tried to sit up.

“Babe!” She dragged on, finally escaping his death hold. Their folders and books were on the floor, surrounded by the paper that had been discarded during their play fight. Aunt May knocked on the door, asking if they were decent before opening the door. 

“Yeah, we have clothes on,” Peter said as he sat up, running a hand through his hair.  He slipped on a jacket and stood up, standing next to his beautiful girlfriend. 

“Your mom called,” May stated sympathetically, “She said she wants you home right now.” May left the door open and Y/N’s eyes widened. She took a quick glance at Peter before checking the time.

“No, no, no. Shit!” She frantically got her things together and threw them in her bag, zipping it up as much as it would go. Peter bit his lip, realizing she was going to get yelled at because of him. Y/N noticed his internal conflict and grabbed his face in both of her hands.

“It’s not your fault. I love you.” She mumbled, kissing him quickly and running out of his house, yelling a ‘bye’ to May who was barely starting dinner. She ran the full four blocks and up the steps of their house. She grabbed her key but the door had opened before she put it in the lock.

“Where have you been? I called and texted you! You were with that Peter boy, weren’t you? He’s no good, I’m telling you. He may be smart, but he has a new bruise everytime I see him. Which is rare, by the way!” Her mom rambled, furious at the fact that she was late to family dinner, again. Y/N clenched her jaw and threw her backpack on the ground in the corner. She walked to the dinner table and sat down across from her little brother.

Her mom sat down quickly, her eyes red from anger. She took a deep breath before saying a quick prayer. Y/N kept her eyes opened and ahead. Why does she always have to over exaggerate on everything? It’s not like I'm ever going to be like her. She thought to herself as she ate the healthy food. 

Throughout the entire dinner, her mother would point things out, trying to make her more proper. 

“Put the napkin on your lap so if you spill, it won’t ruin anything.”
“No, no. Use that spoon for the soup.”
“Don’t open your mouth and chew.”
“Cross your ankles while sitting.”

Y/N abruptly stood up, making the chair squeak back and almost fall over. She slammed her hands on the table while her brother and father backed away and stayed out of the fight..

“Why do you always have to make everything so perfect?!!” Y/N yelled, staring straight at her mother. She stood up too, appalled that her daughter was talking back.

“Because how will you ever get anywhere in life being sloppy?” She said, her voice eerily calm. She placed her napkin on the table, daring her daughter to talk back.

“People actually can live their life normally. This isn’t normal. This is insecurity! You try to make others like you and I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to be like you! It’s boring and I wish you would treat me as your daughter, not soon to be royalty! Hell, even Peters aunt is a better parent than you!!” Y/N yelled, her face red and tears stinging her eyes.

A loud slap filled the silent kitchen, Y/N’s head turned to the side and her mother’s hand on the opposite side of her own body. 

“You are a lady. Act like one. There will be no cursing in my house, do you understand. I have kept this house maintained in both cleanliness and morality. Go to your room.” Y/M/N calmly said, though her expression was anything but calm. Y/N’s hand rose to her stinging face, tears dripping down her face. Her mother sat back down and continued eating while her brother and father stared wide eyed. 

Y/N shook her head before running up the stairs, She grabbed her duffle bag from her closet and emptied it. She sniffled and wiped her cheeks dry. She held her tears in and called Peter as she packed the bag with essentials and clothes.

“Hello,” Peter answered with a full mouth when he saw the picture of Y/N on it. Aunt May watched him as his eyes went wide and he stopped eating, “Yeah, yeah of course. She’s fine with it. I promise.” He hung up, staring at Aunt May with wide eyes. 

“It’s okay if Y/N stays for a couple days, maybe weeks, right?” Peter asked quietly. 

“Yes, of course. Is she on her way?” May asked, standing up to make another plate. Peter nodded just as a soft knock was heard. He ran to the door and frantically opened, pulling you into a hug when he saw you.

“She hit me. She never hits me.” Y/N sobbed in his chest. He pulled her in and closed the door. Kissing the top of her head. She backed away from him, and looked around the corner, seeing Aunt May. She ran to the older woman and wrapped her arms around her back. May jumped and turned around. Sadness overtook her features as she hugged the younger girl, holding her tight and whispering comforting words to her. 

“You’re always welcomed here, you hear me?” Y/N nodded as Peter watched on, hoping she would stay for more than a few weeks.

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a / n : hope you like it :) !! - b

Take a Break

A/N: It’s March break finally! So, since I finally have the time, here’s a little fic I thought of while at school one day.

Word Count: 1, 942

Warnings: Just swearing.

Genre: Angst and Fluff. My faves

Your POV

I got into this relationship knowing the consequences of his work. He’d have times where he was busy, and didn’t have time to spend with me. I understood that, so whenever those times came, I stepped away and was there for him. I kept my mouth shut and I dealt with it until he finally had time. It’s just what I did as a supportive girlfriend. Every. Time. 

This time was different though. Usually these spurts of working last about a week, two at the most. This time around it lasted a bit more over a month. I love Dan, and I know he needs to work but as selfish as it sounds, I did want attention, and love. All I wanted to do was cuddle up next to him but this time around he didn’t even let me do that. I knew he was stressed, but it started to take a toll on our relationship. Most nights I would go to sleep alone, then wake up alone. Pretty much my whole day was me being alone. I tried to pull Dan away from his work so he can take a break but him being the perfectionist he is, he kept working anyway. It got to the point where he’d ignore the things I was saying because he was too focused on his work. I kept biting my tongue until now. But I finally snapped when he started acting rude to me. 

I was sitting in his office, obviously, he was working on the computer. I was scrolling through my phone, and I looked up at him every few minutes. His eyes were glued to the screen as per usual. I let out a loud sigh and walked over to his chair, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. 

“Dan, take a break honey. You’ve been working too hard.” I kissed his cheek and stared up into his eyes, which were still glued to the screen. 

“You tell me this every day, and every day I say I still need to work. Leave me alone, Y/N. I’m busy.” He rolled his shoulder back, pushing my arm off his shoulder.  

I scoff, walking towards the door, “Because I totally couldn’t tell you’re busy Daniel.” I heard a loud sigh come from behind me, and I turned in the doorframe, crossing my arms and staring at Dan. 

“What’s wrong?” Dan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I don’t know Dan. You tell me.”

“Love, I don’t know-”

“Oh don’t you dare call me love. You barely paid any attention to me these past few weeks…this past month!” I finally had enough with his shit. I gesticulated to emphasize how angry I was.  

“It’s because I’ve been working Y/N! You know, that thing that people have to get money.” Dan replied sarcastically, getting up from his chair. I walked towards him, trying to seem intimidating but his height compared to mine beat me every time.

“I am fully aware of that, Daniel. But you don’t have to be working 24/7! I try to spend time with you but you brush me off! You don’t even come to bed anymore!” I could feel my face heat up out of frustration. I felt tears sting my eyes but I pushed them back, I needed to be strong. 

“I’m busy, what don’t you get about that?” Dan’s voice got louder. 

“I do understand it Daniel. You know why? Because I deal with it every time you are ‘busy’. I normally keep my mouth shut but god have I had enough. Do you even want me here anymore? I feel like I’m just a burden to you now!” I stared into Dan’s eyes to see some sort of reaction. His facial expression softens for a second, and he mumbles something incoherently.  

“Hm?” I moved closer to Dan, who was staring at the ground. I touched his arm but he pulled it away. 

“Leave then!” Dan yelled, backing away from me. I stared at him in shock, and saw the instant regret on his face. 

“Okay.” I mumbled quietly, walking backwards still staring at Dan. Did he stop loving me? I felt the tears threatening to spill again but I kept trying to push them back. His facials expression softened, and he took a step towards me. 

“I am so sorry baby; I didn’t mean it please don’t leave.” Dan’s voice cracked. He reached his hand for me but I backed away. “Please don’t leave me.” Before I could give into Dan’s plea, I turned around to grab my phone off the side table, and headed down the stairs to the front door of our flat. I heard Dan mumbling apologies as he followed me down the stairs, but I ignored them. 

I got to the front door, sliding on my shoes and throwing my coat on when Dan stopped me again. 

“No no no, I didn’t mean it love, I didn’t mean it, please stay.” I finally looked up at Dan and saw tears running down his face. He choked back a sob when I took another step away from him.

“Dan I-" 

"I know I’m terribly sorry please don’t leave me.” Dan sobbed, grabbing my arm and pulling me into an embrace. He held me tight, like he never wanted to let go again. I was reluctant to hug back, but decided to stay strong. I kept my arms by my side as I felt tears hit the top of my head. When I finally had enough, I pushed him away and Dan started crying more. 

“I know I fucked up, lov- Y/N,” Dan paused, remembering that I told him not to call me love earlier, “but please don’t leave. I need you, and I love you. I know I’m a terrible boyfriend but I promi-" 

I finally gave into Dan; I couldn’t take seeing him like this. So, I rested my hand on his cheek. He instantly leaned into my touch, as I wiped away some of his tears. He pulled his hand up, and rested it on mine.

"I just need air, okay Dan? I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I said, giving him a soft smile. Seeing Dan like this broke my heart, and I loved him too much and it hurt me seeing like this. After trying to be strong for so long, I let a few tears drop. I heard Dan hold back another sob, taking his hand away from mine and backing away like he was scared he’d hurt me even more. I could tell Dan felt guilty for saying it, I saw it in his eyes that it hurt him to know that he caused this. I gave another reassuring smile, then turned to open the door. 

I started walking down the stairs of the complex. When I got to the bottom, I heard stumbling from above me, and somebody mumble a soft “ow”. I turned around to see Dan struggling to get his coat on as he runs down the stairs. When he got to the bottom I stared at him with a confused look on my face.

“Um…Dan, what are you doing?”  

“Coming with you.” Dan simply stated. He walked passed me, and opened the door, gesturing for me to walk out first. I walked out, still confused about what he was doing. I walked out into the cold London streets, and looked around before turning back to Dan.

“Dan, when I said I needed air, I meant alone.” I emphasized my last word, but I knew Dan was too stubborn to go back into our flat.  

“I know. But I would be an even more terrible boyfriend if I just let you be alone. I promise I won’t talk if you want silence.” Dan gave me his infamous smirk, and shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes at him, chuckling at his crazy antics, then grabbed his hand. We walked in silence through the cold, busy streets to calm down and think about what just happened. After 10 minutes of walking around in silence, our hands still intertwined, I decided to go into a Starbucks to warm up. 

“Go take a seat, I’ll order for you.” Dan said, letting go of my hand and pointing towards some seats. I walked away, taking a seat as I watched Dan take our orders. Even after a fight, he was still a sweetheart.  He kept looking back at me every few minutes, as if to make sure I was okay. Which, at this point I was. The moment Dan followed me out the door I forgave him for mostly everything. I just wanted to hear him explain why he said what he did. He walked over to our table, our drinks in hand and he gently places them down. He takes the seat across from me, and takes a sip and places his drink down. I was staring at the floor for a while, deep in thought. I looked up to Dan and saw him staring back at me with admiration. 

“What?” I chuckled. He smiled down at the ground, then looked up to me again with a soft look. 

“I thought I was gonna lose you to be honest.” Dan softly said, looked out the window of the Starbucks, staring into the streets. Dan turned back to me, and grabbed my hand from across the table. 

“Well you did tell me to leave.” I laughed coldly. It was true, I had to state the obvious. He shot me an apologetic look, and squeezed my hand. 

“I didn’t mean to. I was stressed, and frustrated. More with myself than you. It’s just-” he readjusts himself in his seat, so he’s leaning closer to me. “I couldn’t believe I made you feel like a burden, and that you thought I didn’t love you anymore. I don’t know what came over me and it was inexcusable what I said to you. But what you should know is that I would never actually mean to say that." 

I gave him a smile, furrowing my eyebrows when I did. "It’s okay Dan." 

"But it’s not okay, Y/N. I’ve treated you terribly these past few weeks and it’s not okay.” Dan let go of my hand and stared at the ground like it was the most interesting thing ever. Knowing Dan, he was probably overthinking this, thinking that at some point I would actually leave him. I didn’t know what to say so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I love you too, Dan.”

“What?” Dan looked up at me again, chuckling a bit at my random outburst.

“I don’t know.” I laughed. “I felt weird not saying it back in our flat. I just want you to know that I love you too.”

Dan laughed at me, shaking his head. However, he got serious quickly again. “I don’t know how to make it up to you, love." 

"As cheesy and cliché as this sounds, you already did when you walked out that flat with me. You being here now is enough.” Dan smiled at me, staring into my eyes before opening his mouth then closing it again. “What is it honey?” I squeezed his hand. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. 

I laughed at his question. Did he need to ask? “Why are you asking?" 

"I’m not sure if you wanted me to after what happened.” Dan shrugged. 

I laughed more shaking my head. I let go of his hand, and leaned over the table to give him a soft, loving kiss. He grabbed my cheeks, and gently kissed back.

A/N: Honestly didn’t know how to finish it so I sort of just left it there.

One Year

Synopsis: After Yoongi suffers a tragic death, he watches how his loved ones suffer because of his absence. He makes a deal with Death himself; he has one year to prepare his beloved ones for his inevitable death. 

Words: 5,296

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

- January 20th 10:35 p.m-

Yoongi doesn’t look at you, all he does is tighten his grip around the steering wheel and step on the gas petal. Instinctively, your hands grab onto the side of your seat, bracing yourself for the violent brakes and sudden accelerations of the car. You don’t understand why he’s driving so fast considering he knows how much you dislike it. After the car accident when you were a teenager involving all of your family you had grown traumatized of being in cars. Before today he would be considerate about that fear and would refrain from even going five miles over the designated speed limit. Today was a different story. 

“Slow down,” you do a horrible job of hiding the fear laced in your voice. Through the corner of your eye, you see Yoongi inhaling and exhaling violently. The vein of the side of his neck is pulsing, beneath the thin level of skin you can see the muscles in his jaw flex as he continues to grind his teeth. 

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A/N: Okay, so this AU is for @reidoneshots​ 2000 followers challenge and I chose no. 9 Revelations (I know The Big Game was mentioned in no 9 but I decided not to incorporate that because someone else was already writing for both eps as well lmao) 

This is basically the episode Revelations (2x15) with a reader insert & a slight twist, where basically the reader saves Reid from getting drugged and decides to put her life at risk instead. This is a much happier version to the actual episode, believe me. I know when you start reading you’re gonna be like “yeah right,” but truly it’s so much better. I rewatched the episode and so I made sure that all the dialogue was correct. If there’s anything wrong with the dialogue, please tell me!

Word Count: 2,066. Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, Mentions of Drug use.

“There is not a righteous man on earth who does what is right and never sins. - Ecclesiastes 7:20”

“JJ, look at me,” Emily reasoned with the dazed blonde, she couldn’t fathom what she had done. The hounds lay there lifeless at her doing, her eyes fixed on their bodies before the sound of Emily’s voice snapped her into reality. She hesitantly turned towards her friend. “Where’s Reid?” Emily enunciated clearly, making sure she JJ knew what she was asking. “Oh, uh… we split up, he said he was going to go around back,” at those exact words Morgan bolted out of the dusty barn, his handcuffs in his back pocket shining under the dim light.

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“I better leave now”
(WARNING: if you haven’t seen Season 4 there are spoilers!)

“Bjorn?” I called my voice carrying through the small house we called home. It was cozy and for the two of us it had been perfect. When I received no answers I wondered into the small bedroom where I found him. His head was buried into his large hands and his body shook. His broad shoulders were still wrapped in the furs from the morning and he looked like he had not moved in hours.
“Bjorn,” I called, softly this time, as if he were a bear I didn’t dare disturb. His hands fell to his lap and he clasped them together abruptly.
“What,” he spat his face lifting to look at mine, he was red with anger or maybe even sadness, and his body still shook. I started at him in shock, my mouth slightly agape.
“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to say what you came here to?” He spouted angrily again.
I shook my head trying to shake off his foulness with me,” I came to check on you. Margrethe told me what had happened.”
“Magrethe told you, what exactly did she tell you? Hmm, that my father was murdered by a man he trusted? That he was thrown in a pit of snakes, hmmm? Let me guess, she told you how long he suffered too?” He yelled, he was spitting in my face with every word, but I dared not to flinch.
“Magrethe just told me what Ivar had said,” I whispered trying not to anger him further. He shot me a glare and stood, quickly brushing past me to the petite kitchen with quick steps. I took a deep shaky breath and turned to follow him. He stood in the kitchen with his back to me, the discarded furs were draped over a chair and he had obviously knocked over a few of the many pots in the room. I stood in the doorway trying to find the words to say.
“Bjorn,” my voice barely audible.
“ WHAT!” he screamed throwing the tankard he held straight at me. I quickly moved out of its way. I felt hot tears run down my face as my body shook in fear.
“I better leave now,” I decided quickly. I rushed for the door grabbed my furs from the sitting room. I could hear his large strides behind me as I approached the door. Grasping the cold handle and yanking the door open, I almost made it out. His sturdy hand quickly slammed the door shut and his burly body trapped me face first against the door.
“(Y/N), “ Bjorn whispered against my neck.
“Yes,” I questioned back, my eyes stinging with fresh tears. His breath was heavy and hot against my skin.
“Stay,” he slumped his shoulders and backed up off of me letting me turn to face him, his hand never moved from the door. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, salty tears continued to pour as I looked up at him.
“I am sorry,” he stated, the regret clear in his face.
“It is alright,” I managed to stammer out.
“No, it is not, I scared you all because I was upset,” he retorted.
“Bjorn, you’ve just lost your father, I should have been more understanding,” I cooed my hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. The tears came slower now, no longer in fear, but for Bjorn and his brothers. I pulled him closer into an embrace, he wrapped his arms around me tightly and buried his face into my neck.
“Please stay,” he murmured against my shoulder.
“I will always stay, Bjorn. I love you.” I tightened my hold on his shoulders.
“And I love you, (Y/N).”

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satisfied;

the rewrite @latinolaurens and you all have been waiting for: a ‘satisfied’ lams rewrite    

↳ written to: satisfied // original Broadway cast of Hamilton and Renee Elise Goldsberry

check out my dear theodosia rewrite?


LAURENS:
All right all right! That’s what I’m talking about!

ANGELICA:
now, everyone, give it up, for Alexander’s best man: John Laurens!

LAURENS:
a toast to the groom!
(to the groom, to the groom, to the groom)
to the bride!
(to the bride, to the bride, to the bride)

From your best friend
(John Laurens, John Laurens)
Who is always by your side
(By your side, by your side)

To our union (to the union!)
To the Revolution!
And all the hope that you inspire!

May you always, be satisfied

Rewind… Rewind… Rewind..

I remember that night I just might- rewind!
I remember that night I just might- rewind!
I remember that night - I remember that…

LAURENS:
I remember that night - I just might treasure that night for the rest of my days
I remember us soldier boys having a drink-or a few, to our coming praise

I remember that night - that night was like a dream that you can’t quite place
But, Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face
I have never been the same
With those bright eyes, and that top notch brain
And when you said you liked me, I forgot my dang name
Set my heart a'flame, ev'ry part a'flame, this is not a game!

ALEXANDER:
You strike me, as someone who has never been satisfied

LAURENS:
I’m sure I don’t know what you mean? What do you mean?

ALEXANDER:
You’re like me, I’m never satisfied

LAURENS:
Is that right?

ALEXANDER:
I’ve never been satisfied

My name’s Alexander Hamilton

LAURENS:
I am John Laurens

What are you hoping for?

ALEXANDER:
I’m going to make my legacy, and prove myself in this war. Just you wait, just you wait…

LAURENS:
So, so, so
So this is what it feels like to feel passionate for someone at your level, what the hell is the catch?

It’s the feeling of freedom, it’s winning the fight, it’s something you get from someone you like; you see it right?

The conversation lasted two drinks- maybe three drinks
We even shared a couple flirty winks

It felt like a dream- no, it felt like a dance
It’s a bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance

He’s a bit of a flirt, and refuses to hide it
I asked about what he hoped for did you see his answer?
His hands started fidgeting, but he held up his stance
He’s penniless, but he’s reaching for something grand

Handsome, boy does he know it!
He’s got a lot on his mind, and he’s not afraid to show it
I want to take him far away from this place
Then I turn and see Eliza’s face, and I am

LAURENS, ANGELICA, ELIZA:
Helpless

LAURENS:
And I know he is

LAURENS, ANGELICA, ELIZA:
Helpless

LAURENS:
‘Cause her eyes, are just

LAURENS, ANGELICA, ELIZA:
Helpless

LAURENS:
And I realize, three fundamental truths at the exact same time

LAURENS:
[ his face turns grim, tears stinging the backs of his eyes ]

ALEXANDER:
John, are you alright? ….John?

NUMBER ONE!

LAURENS:
I’m a boy in a world in which my only job is to get rich!
I’m the oldest son, and I’m the one who has to lead the battalion on
And I’m the oldest, he’s the wittiest
And the gossip in New York City is insidious
And Alexander is penniless, ha! That doesn’t mean I want him any less.

ELIZA:
Elizabeth Schuyler, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

ALEXANDER:
Schuyler?

LAURENS:
[ downs another drink ]

NUMBER TWO!

LAURENS:
He’s after her ‘cause she’s a Schuyler sister
That’d elevate his status, I’d have to be naïve to set that aside, maybe that is why
I stop writing him so many letters and put his old ones aside
Nice going there, John! You know he was right: you will never be satisfied!

ELIZA:
thank you for all your service

ALEXANDER:
If it takes fighting a war for us to have meet, it will have been worth it

LAURENS:
[downing another drink, choking up] I’ll leave you to it

NUMBER THREE!

LAURENS:
I know my best friend like I know my own mind
I will never find anyone as passionate or as kind
If I tell him that I love him, he would leave her and be mine
- but he’s not mine!
I tell myself “I’m fine!”
But I am lying!

But when I fantasize at night it’s Alexander’s eyes
As I romanticize what might’ve been if I didn’t hide my true feelings

At least the dear, Eliza’s his wife
At least I keep his letters in my life

LAURENS:
[choking back a sob] 

to the groom! (To the groom, to the groom, to the groom!)
To the bride! (to the bride, to the bride, to the bride!)

From a soldier, who is always by your side!
To the union! (to the union!) To the Revolution!
And the hope that you inspire!
May you always, be satisfied.

And I know, she’ll be happy as his bride
And I know, he will never be satisfied
I will never be satisfied

Loneliness - Tom Wilson

A/N: This wasn’t requested. I’ve just been having a really stressful weeks and needed to write something that nobody had requested in case I wrote something really shitty. It is long, but I hope you like it xx.

Word count: 3333

Warnings: Anger. Swearing. Sadness.

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Originally posted by hail-to-the-goalies


I turn around in bed, trying my best to get comfortable. The room isn’t cold, but my bones are freezing. The bed is huge, but I’m lying on the edge. I have everything I’ll ever need, and yet again I feel helpless. It is always the same; it is the same loneliness that hunts me every time Tom is away… And I’m not sure if it is worth it anymore.  There are days when I just want to run away, go back to my home and never look back,; but this is Tom’s dream, and if I love Tom, I need to learn to love his dreams just as much as I do him.

Jack jumps onto the bed and lies against my back, melting part of the ice inside of me. Getting Jack had been Tom’s idea so I wasn’t alone every time he was on a trip with the team, but the Australian Shepherd could not replace Tom. He was a good boy nevertheless.

“Hi, buddy.” I whisper, turning around to pet his fluffy head.

Jack has learnt to sense my mood, because he lifts his head and licks my hand, making me smile for the first time today.

“You are the best boy in Washington DC.” I say to him and he picks up his ears, turning his head and looking overall adorable.

I’m whispering, even though that I’m alone in the apartment and no one would care if I scream, but after spending the whole day quiet I don’t think that I can make myself to speak any louder. I spend another hour turning around and petting Jack until I fall into a tormented sleep where I’m alone and I can’t escape my own demons.

Waking up in an empty bed is just as bad as going to sleep alone, so I roll off of it as soon as I open my eyes. I walk towards to the kitchen, the wooden floor cold against my bare feet, and start making coffee when I hear the front door opening.

“Hello?” Tom’s voice is loud and I wish I could just cover my ears.

“Hey.” I answer him, my voice much calmer than his while I keep working on making coffees for both of us now.

“Hello, beautiful.” His voice is about to burst my eardrums when he walks in the kitchen.

I don’t say anything and I keep working on the coffees, pouring almond milk and hazelnut syrup on mine, and a sugar in his black coffee. I hand him the mug and turn around to face him. He is as handsome as always; his hair is messy and his blue eyes are bright.

“Hi.” I just say, and I try to give him a small smile, but it comes like more of a grimace than a smile.

He doesn’t seem to notice, because he leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth softly. I don’t know why this time is different, but I can’t pretend that I’ve been okay this time, so I just look down and wrap my hands around my cup seeking the warmth of the beverage.

“Where is Jack?” He wonders, looking around for our little rascal.

“He was still sleeping when I woke up.” I explain to him and he huffs. “Jack, dad is home!” I call out for him and seconds later we hear the four paws running through the hall. Jack jumps around Tom, excitement clear in his pretty eyes.

I’ve always thought that Tom chose Jack because their eyes look the same; they go from icy blue to the color of a stormy sky, hitting every color in between. One of my favorite games is to name every color I see on Tom’s eyes; he finds it hilarious when I tell him that his eyes are ‘the color of the sky on a summer day when it is too hot to go out’ or ‘the color of a smurf’s butt”.

“Hello buddy, I’ve missed you.” Tom throws himself to the ground, not caring about the suit he is wearing.

I look at the way they play on the floor, Tom getting on his four and grunting and for a second I feel happy, but the feeling washes away when I remember that this is temporary, he is going to leave again.

“I’m taking a shower.” I say, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door.

I lean on the door, feeling my eyes sting for the first time in months. I stopped crying about this a long time ago, but today is an odd day and I let myself roll with it. I turn on the shower and undress myself, shivering when I step in, the water still a little cold. The more time I spend in the shower, the more my crying becomes sobbing and I end up struggling to breathe while I cry under the shower. I don’t even hear Tom coming in until I feel his hands around my wrists.

“Ey, ey, ey, what’s wrong?” He asks, using his finger to make me raise my head.

“Nothing.” I say, stepping away from him, hitting my back against the wall.

“Baby, you are sobbing.” He says, a hurt expression in his face and his shirt sticking to his body.

“I said that I’m fine.” I yell and I choke on my own screams.

“Then why are you crying?” He sounds mad now and I turn around, facing the wall and not him, resting my head on the tiles.

“Because I goddamn want to.” I fist my hands in frustration, punching the wall slowly.

“You know what, sweetheart, I can’t read your mind.” His voice is harsh now and I shiver. “So, you either tell me what’s wrong or you stop acting like your fish has died.”

“Or what?” I challenge him, turning around to look at him.

We hold each other’s gaze for what seems like centuries, neither of us wanting to give it up to the other, until Tom sighs and lifts his hand to punch the wall, just as I was doing, but with all his strength.

“For fuck sake, (y/n), talk to me.” He screams, but I don’t even flinch at his bloody knuckles or his cursing.

“I don’t want to talk, Tom.” I simply answer, turning off the shower, wrapping myself with a fluffy towel and walking out of the bathroom.

“Too bad, I do want to talk.” He follows me, leaning on the wall and looking at me getting dressed.

I ignore him, picking a pair of clean underwear, a pair of leggings and a cozy sweater from my wardrobe and putting them on. I take a deep breath, my eyes still stinging, and turn around to face him.

“Talk to me, please.” He begs and I break down.

I sit on the bed, burying my head on my hands. I’m crying again, but this time it isn’t sobbing, they are just quiet tears. The bed shifts next to me under Tom’s weight and I want to jerk away when he rubs circles onto my back.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I say in between hiccups. “I can’t pretend that I’m fine.”

“What is ‘this’?” He asks and I sigh, lifting my head up, my eyes red and my face soaked in tears.

“The loneliness.” I try to explain. “I can’t handle the distance. I can’t handle being alone. I stay awake at night, not being able to sleep because the bed is too big and too cold without you. I make two cups of coffee every morning, just to find yours on the counter realizing that you are not going to drink it. I don’t wash your shirts until the day before you are back because they smell like you. I see more of you on TV that actual real life.”

“Baby, you are not alone.” He tries to cut me off.

“Tom, I am alone all the time.” I wave my hands in front of me. “Yeah, I hang out with the girls, I go to work… but at the end of the day I’m alone here.”

“(y/n), I know that me being on the road sucks, but you have to understand that this is my job.” He states his case. “This has been everything I’ve ever wanted. This is my dre…”

“Your dream.” I finish the sentence for him. “And I understand that this is what you want.”

“Then what’s the problem?” He asks and I bury my hands in my hair, pulling from the roots.

“The problem is that I can’t do this anymore.” I whisper and he looks at me like I have just poured a bucket of icy water on his head. “But because I understand it is your dream I don’t want to make it difficult for you.”

“What does that mean?” He gets on his feet. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?”

“What I want to say is that I won’t make it hard for you.” I tell him and I can see the rage showing in his face. “I’ll be gone by the time to get back from practice tonight.”

“So you are giving up on us?” His shirt is still wet and his hair is more of a mess while he runs his hands through his hair. “YOU ARE GIVING UP ON US, JUST LIKE THAT. WITHOUT TALKING. WITHOUT FIGHTING. DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME?”

“This isn’t about love. This isn’t about fighting. It is about both of us being happy.” I say. “You are happy playing hockey and I need to find what makes me happy.”

“You know what? Fuck it. Leave. Today. Now.” His voice is pure poison. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He spits, leaving the room and a few seconds later the house, slamming the front door.


The worst thing about the last week is that I don’t feel any worse than I did before. I’m still hurting, but nothing has really changed; Tom and I don’t see each other, and the only difference is that we don’t talk or text.

After Tom left I packed up as much stuff as I could fit in my car and left the apartment, leaving Jack behind. That’s probably what hurts the most; I’m completely on my own now. But it has taken me a couple days to find a nice apartment to move in and start moving on.

My day has been okay so far; that’s the thing, everyday was just okay. I just want to go to bed one day and feel like it hasn’t been a waste of twenty-four hours, so when my coworkers asked if I wanted to go out for drinks I said yes. The night has been fun, and my coworkers made me smile for the first time in what it seems like forever, so the idea of going back to my apartment wasn’t really appealing.

“C’mon girl, you can do this.” I encourage myself. I need to stop wiping and start moving on.

The doors of the elevator open and I take my heels off, stepping on the soft carpet of the hallway. I turn right and walk down the hall to my apartment when I see it, a figure sitting next to my door. This is Washington after all, so I hold my shoes so I can use the heel to defend myself if necessary and I start walking as quietly as I can towards the unknown figure.

“Tom?” I drop my shoes in disbelief, kneeling down so I can shake him awake. “Tom, what are you doing here?”

It takes him a moment to open his eyes, and when he does I wish he hadn’t; his normally bright and blue eyes are now puffy, bloodshot and grey, with no spark on them. My heart breaks in a thousand billion pieces just because how helpless he looks; Tom Wilson, who could punch his way out of every situation, looks helpless. He opens his mouth for a second but closes it as fast as he has opened it, not sure of what to say. I take that time to straight up, picking my shoes up and opening my bag, looking for my keys. If he isn’t going to talk I might as well just get inside and try to forget how grey his eyes are.

“(y/n), wait.” He says when I insert the key in the keyhole and unlock the door.

I lean on the door, trying to figure out if I want to open the door and get inside and leave Tom outside, both from my apartment of my life, or I want to listen what he has to say. Curiosity wins over common sense because, as my mom says to me all the time, common sense is the least common of the senses.

“Want a drink?” I ask, opening the door and pushing it wide open, inviting him in.

He gets on his feet fast, stumble and hitting the door frame with his shoulder and hissing. I shut the door when we are both in and I stand there, trying to figure out what to do next; what do you do when your boyfri… ex-boyfriend shows up on your door?

“I don’t really have that much to drink.” I confess, walking towards the kitchen and looking inside the fridge. “Beer, orange juice, milk and diet cok…”

“I can’t believe you don’t have diet coke.” Our voices overlap and we both chuckle. “Water is fine.”

I nod, taking a cup from the cupboard and filling it up with chilled water, neither cold nor warm, just as he likes it.

“Thank you.” He says, grabbing it from my hands, our fingers touching for a second.

We both walk around the couch and sit as far from the other as possible. The air is heavy, changed with electricity as both of us look everywhere but the other, neither of us wanting to break the silence. Tom drinks from his cup and I play with my own fingers, picking on a small piece of skin.

“Stop doing that.” He scolds me, giving me a warning look before realizing what he’s done and sinking even deeper in the couch. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay. You are right.” I say, putting my hands under my thighs so I can’t pick on my fingers anymore.

“So…” He starts and I look at him, seeing him struggle. “How have you been?”

“It’s been a busy week.” I don’t lie, my week has been busy as hell, but I don’t tell him how shitty it has been as well. “You?” I casually ask.

“Definitely busy.” He agrees, grabbing a coaster from the middle of the coffee table and puts it down so he can rest his drink on the table. “It’s a nice place.”

“It is. It was fully furnished, so moving it has been easy.” The conversation is light, just to fill up the empty space between us.

Tom nods, but doesn’t say anything else. He seems deep in thought and I don’t do anything to snap him off of it, so silence is the king of the room once more.

“I get it now.” I hear Tom’s voice from what it seems far away and I realize that I have spaced out as well.

“What do you get?” I ask, confused.

“What you said.” I raise an eyebrow, not understanding what he is saying and he sighs, frustrated. “The loneliness, feeling alone.”

“Oh, that.” I answer, not really knowing what to say. “It wasn’t that big of a de…”

“But it was, and I’m sorry.” It’s the first time that he is actually looking at me. “I’m sorry that I didn’t understand. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice. I’ve spend a week by myself, just a week, and I felt like I was drowning the whole time.”

Words get stuck in my throat and tears are burning in my eyes, so the only thing I can do I look at his cloudy eyes and hope that he keeps talking.

“I know that I was a jerk, and I know that it is unfair of me to even ask, but I would love to have you back, baby.” He says, and he really looks like he’s taken a huge weight out of his shoulders.

I chew my bottom lip, my mind racing at a thousand miles per hour. I’ve missed him, I’d be lying to myself if I said I haven’t, but I’m not sure that love is enough to heal my shattered heart. I can’t go back to the way the things were before.

“I can’t…” My voice comes out as a whisper. “I can’t go back to the way things were before. I can’t go back to your place. I can’t go back to missing you, having everything reminding me of you.”

“But baby, I love you…” He starts, but I cut him off.

“And I love you too, so much it hurts.” I tell him. “That’s why I can’t do it anymore. Love isn’t supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to make my heart flutter, not break every time you aren’t around.”

Tom’s eyes are glossy and he covers his face with his hands to hide it.

“Come with me then. You won’t be alone.” He says, sounding defeated.

“That’s not how it works. We need to be okay when we are apart, and I’m not okay when you are gone.” I explain to him and he looks at me, tears falling down his cheek.

“I don’t know what to do or say to help you, (y/n).” He looks helpless again.

“I can’t miss you and see you everywhere.” I say, my voice breaking in the middle of the sentence. “I see you everywhere in your apartment.”

“Then don’t be in my apartment. Live here or there or wherever makes you happy. Find a way to miss me with your own terms. Take your time to try to figure out how you want to love me.” He sounds both passionate and defeated. “But don’t leave me.”

I look down at my hands and I feel the couch shift besides me, where Tom has moved. He grabs my hands from my lap and brings them to his lips, kissing my knuckles and my palms and my fingertips.

“Don’t leave me.” He repeats and I break down, sobbing onto his shoulder as he picks me up and puts me carefully on his lap, hugging me like I was a glass doll.

“I feel like I’m so selfish.” I say in between breaths.

“You are not selfish, princess.” He whispers, rubbing circles on my lower back. “You were lonely, and that’s my fault and my fault only.”

“Are you okay with me having my own place?” I ask, looking at his eyes so he can’t lie to me. “Not living together during the season… just until I can figure it out. I need a space that it’s just mine, where you aren’t everywhere.”

“I only see one problem…” I look at him, trying to figure out what’s wrong. “Jack.”

“He’ll go where I go.” I tell him, making it clear that I won’t accept no as an answer.

“But…” He starts complaining but stops when he sees my face expression. “Sure thing, baby. But make sure I see him at least once a week.”

“Of course, pretty eyes.” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck, looking at his now bright blue eyes. “We wouldn’t want your kid to forget your face.”

Tom runs a finger down my cheek, collecting the leftover tears.

“I love you.” He says, his forehead pressed against mine.

“I love you too.”

“I want you to feel like we are the couple your poetry books talk about.” He whispers, his lips getting closer to mine.

“We already are.” And our lips crash.

The Secret (p)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

You never should have slept with Byun Baekhyun.

From the moment you stupidly kissed after a long night of drinking, it was just a downward spiral of secret meetings in the private study room - not studying - and late nights in the practice room - not practising. All your friends tried to warn you, said it would only end in a mess of tears over a ruined friendship.

But you couldn’t help yourself. One taste of Baekhyun and you were left craving more: an addict obsessed with the thrill.

Everything in your life had been perfect. You were about to finish school, you had your whole summer planned out and when autumn finally arrived, you were going to pack up your paint and move to Seoul to become an artist. And now it was all crashing down around you, one dream after the other turning to dust and disappearing in the blink of the eye.

“You got an audition?” you stuttered in surprise, your legs giving out from underneath and letting your body drop to the bench.

It was a cold Tuesday evening and you were sat in the park halfway between your house and Baekhyun, just like he had asked. He sounded so frantic on the phone but everything was like that with Baekhyun – like the time he called you at 3am and made you come over just to check he didn’t have a third nipple. Still you hurried to get dressed and meet him, because he was your best friend and you needed him by your side.

And now he was leaving you.

Baekhyun sat down beside you, knees brushing up against yours as he moved as close to you as possible. “Yeah, isn’t it amazing? I was just practising when someone from SM said I should come to Seoul and audition. It’s what I’ve always wanted!” He was beaming with so much excitement and happiness.

You knew how much this meant to him, how hard he had been working for an opportunity like this, and you really wanted to be happy for him but hearing him tell you about the best news of his life only brought on a wave of nausea. If Baekhyun was casted into the SM, he’d move to Seoul, leaving you behind to deal with your mess of a life.

As much as you didn’t want to go through all this by yourself, you didn’t want to be the one who got in the way of his dreams. You gulped past the lump in your throat and tried your best to smile. “That’s great news Baek!” you exclaimed, feigning enthusiasm as best you could. Inside you still felt sick to your stomach.

“I still can’t believe it,” Baekhyun cried, shaking his head in disbelief for a second before he threw his arms around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest. His smell surrounded you in an instant as you buried your face in his coat and held the tears that so desperately wanted to fall. “Thank you for letting me never give up,” he murmured softly, cradling the back of your head with his gentle touch before running his fingers through your hair.

You were on the verge of tears, feeling the salty sting as they collected in the corner of your eyes, but you tried to hold them in, swallowing hard. “This calls for some celebrations,” you exclaimed, leaning out of Baekhyun to pull your scarf closer to your face. “How about you go and get us some tea from the café on the corner?”

Oblivious to your heartache, Baekhyun flashed his bright smile at you and got to his feet. “I like the way you think,” he commented, pointing his finger on his nose and then at you. “One green tea for my best friend, coming right up!” he added, backing away and blowing a little kiss to you.

Watching his figure retreat out of the park, you finally let the tears spill down your cheeks, sobs breaking out of your chest. The last remaining piece of hope you had clung to, potentially having Baekhyun by your side through it all, had slipped out of your grip and shattered on the ground. You couldn’t be the one to ruin his dreams too.

“I guess it’s just me and you,” you whispered to yourself, moving your hands to cradle your stomach. Inside was a bundle of cells steadily multiplying into something that would be entirely your responsibility. The secret you could never tell Baekhyun.


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Sober - Part 3

G-Dragon & Song Mino Angst 

Word Count: 3,616

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Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Originally posted by ta-ehyun

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Bitter Friendship

This is for the anon who requested for Anti. I sorta changed it a bit; instead of them forming a friendship, I’ve written the reader and Sean have been friends for a long time. 
Sorry if that’s an issue, it made it a little easier to write :)

Anon request:

“I have no clue if this fits Anti in your view, but if the reader had recently moved to Ireland and comes across him, thinking he’s Sean, and they befriend each other (him kind of fancying her) but someone who is against Anti kidnaps her and really tortures her (physically and mentally) and Anti finally finds them and goes BALLISTIC and saves her, revealing that he isn’t Sean and the reader doesn’t care but lets him comfort and confess his feelings to her? Sorry it’s weird… Thank you so much!!”

Warnings: swearing, mentions of torture, angst, fluff, a little blood, violence, knives. 

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Originally posted by dork-iplier

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Night Changes

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, unwanted sexual advances (It’s mild but it still might be graphic guys, read with caution) forced kissing, mentioned violence, angst 

Word Count: 1660

Summary: You see Sebastian out a bar months after you broke up and make a decision that goes horribly wrong. 

Request: Hello! Could I request prompt #8 ‘can you hold me?’ With Sebastian Stan? Like they broke up a while ago and one day she is drunk and it’s raining and they run into each other at the bar and he drives her home and fluff perhaps?

A/N: Thanks for the request Sweetheart, hope this is what you were looking for ! I deviated away from the prompt a little, and it’s way more angsty but this was just the idea that came to me. 


Admittedly, it should never have gotten to the point that it did. 

I should have had control over myself, over my emotions. I shouldn’t have drunk as much as I did and I certainly shouldn’t have been dancing as provocatively as I was with a man I didn’t know, letting him think that this was heading somewhere it wasn’t. I could still feel the way his fingers had dug into my hips as he rutted up against my ass and it made me feel sick. His breath had been stale with beer and I could still taste it no matter how many times I washed my mouth out. It was like he was lingering on me, reminding me of everything that had happened.

The night had started out harmlessly enough, a few drinks with the girls after work at the bar just down the road from our office. It had only just opened up and there was no better opportunity to try it out than Friday afternoon after a hard, gruelling week. We were having fun, teasing Sarah over her crush on our boss while we worked our way through our second round of cocktails.

It was only when I offered to get the next round that I saw him, the breath catching in my throat as he laughed, tilting his head back to finish off the beer in his hand while clapping the other onto his friends back. I stood there, in the same spot I’d frozen, just staring. It had been months since I’d seen him, since we’d called things off and honestly, it still hurt just as much as it had back then. Our lives had been in different places, his job taking him away for months at a time while mine continued here in New York.

We had the long distance relationship down pat, phone calls, texts and skype, we managed. But it was when he came home that the problems arose, each of us having to learn how to be together again. It was inevitable that our relationship was going to end.

A knock to my shoulder brought me back from my thoughts, my tongue licking over my lips as I continued on my way to the bar, my heart hammering inside of my chest. He looked happy, at ease and it only made me feel worse.

I took a deep breath as I rested my hands on top of the bar, my fingers drumming on the hard mahogany surface.
“What can I get for you?”
“Vodka,” I answered. “Straight, in a shot.”
The bartender quirked an eyebrow but said nothing as he grabbed the bottle from the shelf behind him, pouring out the shot and placing it in front of me. I threw it back quickly, wincing as the alcohol burned down the back of my throat, the tears stinging at the corner of my eyes at the strong taste. When it was all the way down, I raised my hand for another.

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Can this wait?| Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by katherine8595

genre: smut/mafia!au/fluffy ending

warnings: spanking/marking/general sex

authors note: I posted this on a different account a while back but I loved it too much I had to repost it. It was inspired by another Kyungsoo fic whose name I can’t remember. >.<

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I Don’t Love You Anymore

“Just leave me alone Y/N!” the brown-eyed boy screams at me, shattering my heart into a million and one pieces as he jerks my hands off him. I know he’s been stressed lately, he’s been in the studio two or three days at a time; coming up with a new album has been hard on him, all the guys really. Shaking my head at his tone, he doesn’t really mean that he’s just upset, I crawl back over to him and massage his broad shoulders, giving a gentle kiss to the back of his neck. “Cal, baby what’s–

“Will you stop! I’m not in the mood” he says in a calmer but still forceful tone as he snatches his phone of the bedside table opening to scan through Instagram. “Baby you’re just stressed and you need to release” I whisper in his ear, “Take it out on me,” I say as I bite down on his ear. “Y/N, I don’t need to release. I need for you to leave me alone. Gosh, you’re so frickin’ needy!” he says as stands up and glares at me. “Well sorry for wanting to show some affection to my boyfriend,” I snap, “I spent so much into this night only for you to piss all on it! I swear sometimes Calum, I wonder if you even love me anymore,” I sob as I snatch the covers off of me and storm to the bathroom.

“I will not cry! I will not cry over his douchey attitude,” I repeat to myself looking at my reflection. This was supposed to be a good night, like I said, I knew he was stressed and I was gonna help or let him take it out on me, if ya know what I mean. I went all out for tonight too, I took off work to get my hair and nails done, went to Victoria Secret to buy that new lilac lingerie set he’d been hinting the past few weeks for me to get. Went to the grocery store to buy all the ingredients needed to make his favorite dinner and stopped by the liquor store to pick up a bottle of Tenuta Tignanello, our favorite wine. I lit the whole house with small vanilla candles and had John Mayer playing softly in the background. For sure, I thought, this will be the night to release the tension between us. However, that notion was quickly thrown out the window once he stormed in the house, spewing curses about today’s horrible studio session.

                                            EARLIER THAT NIGHT

I’m humming along to Your Body is a Wonderland while pouring the wine in glasses when I hear the door slam and the butterflies in my stomach flitter frantically. I yank down the ends of my bralette, ensuring my cleavage was well on display and run my fingers threw my y/c/h to tease the loose curls the hair dresser put in. I hear Calum mumble something as grab the glasses and walk closer to where he’s at. “Dang it, y/n! Why the hell are there frickin’ candles all over the place!” He screams causing me to jump and drop the glasses of wine onto the kitchen floor, that’s gonna leave a stain. “Frick,” I hurry and grab paper towels to clean up the red, sticky liquid. “Y/N!” he screams once again, making me abandon the floor and run to him as I go to see a mini fire beginning to grow on our coffee table. “Oh my goodness!” I scream, “How did this happen?” I yell as I run back to the kitchen to get some wet towels, “All I did was throw my keys on the table and it knocked over the stupid candle. Why are there candles everywhere?” he questions again in annoyance. Ignoring him, I run back to him and smack the wet towel against the table until the fire disappears and a sigh of relief washes over me. “What the frick y/n!” he shouts, “You could’ve set the house on frickin’ fire!” “I was just trying to do something nice for you Calum,” I mumble softly. He scoffs as he looks me up and down, “What are you even wearing?” he asks, his demeanor catching me offguard. Did he forget the countless texts of “Babe you should get this” accompanied with a picture of this set he sent me. “I-it’s the set you wanted me to get. You said you’d thought it’d look good on me,” I say softly, nervously wrapping my arms around my body. I hate when he makes me feel like this, weak.  “What are you doing, y/n?” he asks looking around the house.  “I–umm, I made dinner and thought we could have a night together, just the two of us” I quietly say, looking everywhere but him. “I’m not hungry” he says as he marches upstairs and shuts the door.

                                                  CURRENTLY

I hear two soft knocks and a soft voice mumble, “I’m sorry.” Of course he’s sorry. I throw some cold water on my face to stop the stinging from the back of my head spreading any further. A feeling of release washes over me as I give in and let the tears freely fall from y/s/c face. Gosh, I hate him sometimes! How can someone be the love of your life yet brings you unbearable pain. Deciding it wouldn’t help crying about it but the best option should be talk to him since that’s what adults do. I wipe the tears and walk out the room to find Calum nowhere to be found. “Cal?” I question as I walk down stairs looking all through the house to found him gone. I weakly laugh, of course he left, what else does he do? I question as I grab the bottle of wine and head back up to bed, the beautiful, now,  cold dinner I made still left untouched. I realize I’m crying again once the tears drop onto my freshly manicured toes as I weakly climb up the stairs. “What happened to us?” I cry out. Walking into the room, I set the wine bottle down as a take off the lingerie and throw on a t shirt of his on the floor. I climb into bed and my foot rubs against something, a piece of paper.

Y/N,

I’m writing this note because I don’t have the balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.

Cal.


A/N: Hello beautiful people! This is my very first post! *screech* I wanted to start writing imagines because I thought there are never enough imagines, am I right? Plus, I reallly love to write and I’m constantly daydreaming about the boys, so why not write about it? So, tell me what ya’ll think, please message, ask, like, love and all that jazz! I’m thinking about making a part 2 but I kind of like the ending where its at, what ya’ll think? Requests are open :)

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 2

Last Time I Checked. | George Weasley

A/N: I was Deathly Hallows pt.1 and crying when I thought of this but I changed it so it would have a happy ending without death eaters. Also, this is the first thing I’m posting and i love feedback and tips and whatnot.

Word count: 1435

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I stood at the sink with Molly, helping with the dishes as we waited for everyone to get home. I picked at my nails instead of rinsing, deep in thought about their safety. George’s especially. Five years we’ve been together. Five. Molly notices and put the plate in her hand back into the water, turning to face me. She wiped her hands on her apron before putting a hand on each shoulder of mine. “My dear, they’re going to be alright.” She smiled softly.

I nodded at her “I know but that doesn’t make me worry and less.” I chuckled a bit “Y/N. Don’t worry too much love, George would tell you.” She pulled me into a hug, wrapping her frail arms around my shoulders. I hugged her back very tightly and buried my head in her neck. I’ve always loved Molly since I met her the first Christmas George and I spent together. She ran a hand down my cheek with a smile before turning back to the sink.

We stopped when we heard the sputtering engine. Hagrid and Harry are here. They landed in the small pond. “Harry. Hagrid.” Molly said as we went outside “What happened? Where or the others?” She asked “Is no one else back?” Harry asked incredulously “They were on us right from the start, Molly. We didn’t stand a chance.” Hagrid said and I grabbed onto Ginny’s arm tightly, tears starting to sting my eyes. “Well, Thank goodness you two are alright.” She smiled a bit “The death eaters were waiting for us. It was an ambush.” Hagrid told us “Ron and Tonks should be back. Fred and dad as well.” Ginny said as Harry walked to us.

A flash of light from the field caught all our attention as we heard Remus yell “Here! Quick! Into the house!” While supporting one of the Harrys that had a bad bloody face. His ear has been blown off. Harry, the actual one, helped Remus carry the boy I could no longer see because Hagrid had moved into my view. We went into the house and I saw a bit of flaming hair on the couch “Oh my boy!” Molly exclaimed. Remus threw Harry into the wall next to the fireplace.

“Lupin!” Hagrid yelled

“What are you doing?!” Ginny hollered

“Shh!” Remus told them “What creature sat in the corner of my office the first time Harry Potter visited my office in Hogwarts?” He was pointing his wand straight at Harry’s face. “Are you mad?!” Harry screamed “What creature?!” Remus screamed right back. “A-A Gryndilow!” Harry yelled and Remus let go of him “We’ve been betrayed. Voldemort knew you were going to be moved tonight. I needed to make sure you weren’t an imposter.” Remus told us. There was another flash of light outside then Remus ran out.

I looked over at the couch and saw George lying there. I couldn’t bare to look at him so I closed my eyes and covered my mouth as I sobbed. The wave of emotion that came over me was so strong, my knees fell weak and I had to lean against the doorframe. I felt a hand on my shoulder as Ginny pulled me against her. I sobbed into her shirt as my body racked against hers. “He’ll be okay. George isn’t going that easily.” She kept repeating.

When Remus came back in almost everyone was with him. Kingsley, Hermione, Ron, Tonks, Bill, Fleur, Arthur and Fred all walked into the living room. Arthur being the first to come in with a grimace then Fred’s knee hitting the floor in front of the couch as Arthur bent over to take a look at on of his identical boys. Everyone’s silent and I make my way pass everyone and leaving Ginny. I push pass Bill and Harry, sitting in front of George, grabbing his hand. He squeezed tightly as I let out a sob.

“How you feelin’, Georgie?” Fred asked

“Saint-like.” Was George’s groggy response

“Come again?” Fred told him

“Saint-like,” George repeated “I’m holy. I’m holy, Fred. Get it?” He smiled, pointing to his missing ear and smiling at Fred.

“The whole wide world of ear-related humour and you go for ‘I’m Holy’. Thats pathetic.” Fred shakes his head and laughs a bit “Reckon I’m still better looking than you.” George says “I’ll vouch for that.” I rubbed my thumb over George’s hand as he smiled at me cheekily.

“Mad-Eye’s dead.” Was the next news we all received for Bill. It was silent for a moment as we all processed this. “Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and disapparated.” Bill explained to us.
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It was after dinner and everyone was I doing their own thing, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Harry upstairs talking about something. Remus, Tonks, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Kingsley all at the kitchen table talking about The Order. Bill, Fleur, Fred and Hagrid were outside, talking about Bill’s time at Hogwarts and how he had known Hagrid all those years ago.

We got George’s head wrapped up and now he was just lying on the couch with his head in my lap. I was running my fingers through the hair that wasn’t covered my bandages and listening to him as he rambled on about how I “should see the other guy” and how “this isn’t even half of what he did to that squib”. I laughed as he did a crazy hand motion with his wand. He winced and I suddenly stopped laughing. “What is it, babe? What’s wrong?” I asked frantically “Nothing, love. It’s just that my used-to-be ear was against your stomach and when you laughed it hurt a bit.” He put his head back in my lap “I’m so sorry, Georgie.” I said, taking my hands away immediately “Hey now, I said that it hurt when you laughed. I didn’t say that you should stop playing with my hair.” He looked up at me with a smile. I shook my head and smiled back, running my fingers through his once again.

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I woke up in George’s bed. I rolled over and was met with nothing but sheet. He must have already gotten up. I stretched and threw the blankets back, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I got up. I sifted through my things and found the dress I was going to wear to Bill and Fleur’s wedding. I quickly got dressed, stopping Hermione outside the twins’ door so she could zip the back up, and went downstairs.

The guys were just getting the tent up as I walked outside. “Bloody hell. What’s the Minister of Magic doing here?” George asked to no one in particular as he walked closer to me. “I shrugged "Most likely to talk to Harry about Dumbledore.” I said “You’re probably right.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders “As usual.” I smirked “She’s got you there, George.” Ron laughed “Oh shut it, Ronnikins.” George shook his head with a small chuckle “How you doing today, my dear?” I asked, looking up at him “Much better. I’m even making a makeshift hole.” He pointed to the toothbrush sticking out of the side of his head. I laughed “I can see that. It’s working, yeah?” I nodded “Yeah, very well actually.” He smiled widely.

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It was dark outside but inside the tent it was bright and lively. It was laughing, clapping and drinking. Toasting, yelling and telling of old family memories. It was truly a magical night. I had a glass in my hand and was bouncing my knee to the music when George walked up to me. “I can’t wait to have this night with you.” He told me as his arm snaked around my waist. I was shocked “Really? With me?” I asked him “Last time I checked.” He laughed. “I can’t wait, Georgie.” I reached up and pulled on his collar, bring our lips together in a sweet kiss.

He rested his forehead on mine as he pulled away to speak, “I do have a question for you, actually.” He said and my eyes went wide as only one thought went through my mind. He’s going to ask me to marry him. He smiled as I blushed “What is it?” I asked him “Do you still love me?” I looked at him curiously. He did not just ask me that. “With my ear missing and all.” He added due to the look I gave him. “Last time I checked.” I laughed “Good, good.” He laughed as he pulled me in for another kiss.

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"What the fuck happened to your face?" "Oh God, you're hurt!" // Dallas Winston

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The gang had warned me not to come to tonight’s rumble, but I didn’t listen. I should have. I wished I did. I went and stayed as far away from them as I could so they wouldn’t see me. I was fighting a bigger Soc, maybe a football player, and he had beaten me up pretty badly. I walked home and was now tending to my wounds, hardly even able to stand up. God, I was so stupid. There were obvious wounds on my face and body, and they would eventually find out that I went to the rumble anyways.
I heard the door of my house slam open and Dallas’ loud yelling and laughter down the hallway. This couldn’t be happening.
He ran into the bathroom and pulled me into him, laughing and saying, “We showed them Socs, baby! We won!”
“That’s great, babe,” I said turning away from him.
“What, you’re just gonna turn your back on me now? This doesn’t even matter to you?” He said, and I could tell he was getting angry.
I stifled a sob and finally willed myself enough to turn around and face him. His angered expression softened into a concerned, maybe even scared, one.
“What the fuck happened to your face?” He said, cocking an eyebrow.
“Oh, God, you’re hurt! Your wise ass went to the rumble, didn’t you?” He practically screamed at me.
I felt the tears sting behind my eyes, knowing I did this to myself. I deserved to be yelled at, I was in the wrong.
“Yes, I did. I’m sorry baby, I just wanted to be there to help! I didn’t want to just sit around at home, wondering if-” I was cut off by him, yelling, “DON’T EVER PULL SHIT LIKE THAT AGAIN, YOU HEAR?”
Tears were streaming down his face now, and he never cried.
“I couldn’t live with myself if something ever happened to you. Knowing that something we did got you hurt? It would kill me, doll. You know why? Because I love you, a lot,” he said, through sobs.
“Just, promise me you’ll listen to us next time?” He said.
I nodded and kissed him on the lips.

Title: In Too Deep (Part 5 Back to the Future(Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter and the Reader break curfew to go up to the roof, when Natasha finds them to save them from punishment.

Word Count: 2011

A/N: OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! I’ve worked on it all week because I want it to be perfect! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, I love this series so much omg! Song.

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 I love you.

A/N:

This was completely inspired by this. I love all of @werewhorewolf preferences especially this one. Theres possibly typos because I haven’t proof read this because I have soo many request to filll. 

Two weeks.

It’d been two weeks since my whole world fell apart. Since days seemed grayer and everything around me dulled. It was my own fault really. All of my friends had begged me not to talk to him. To not be lured in by his charm or his smile. It was just that when he brushed his lips against mine or drew me close to him, I felt like the only girl in the world. I was sure, even after 8 months together, that I may have possibly loved him. 

But two weeks ago, Theo texted me telling me to meet him outside of my house. When I did, he was leaning against his truck head hung. I knew he’d heard me walking towards him but he never looked up at me.

“Hey babe.” I’d said standing next to him.

He smiled weakly at me and I frowned at him.

“What going on?” I crossed my arms.

“Listen, Y/N” He started. “I’m not sure if I can do this anymore.”

“Do what?” I asked placing my a hand on his arm. He pushed his body off the truck and away from my touch. He took a few steps away from me creating certain distance between us. 

“This.” He’d said simply. “Us.”

I was so many emotions at the same time. My eyes started to sting and I shut my eyes trying to keep the tears at bay. 

“It’s not…not you or anything.”

“Don’t.” I spat. “Is it that stupid Hayden girl you were flirting with the other day?” 

A look of bewilderment crossed his face. “What? No! Y/N it’s not-”

“Than what is it Theo!” My voice cracking slightly.

“I have other things to worry about, things that don’t concern you.”

“So we’re just going to throw away the last eight months, likes its nothing?”

He shrugged in response, and I was angered by the lack of explanation. 

“You’re everything everyone thinks you are.” I hissed walking closer to him until we were inches away. “A coward.”

I stormed past him, and when I was far enough, I let the tears fall. Needing to be strong for no one now. I instantly regretted my words to the hazel eyed boy, but I was just so hurt, and I wanted to hurt him too. 

I hadn’t talked to Theo since, but everything in me missed him. Even now as I stood at my locker looking at him through the corner of my eye, I missed him. He was talking to Josh, Tracy, and Corey in a small circle near his locker. Recently, he’d taken an interest in the trio and I wondered what they had to do with anything. Through the limited vision of my peripheral, I could swear that he was looking at me. I snapped my head straight and pretended to rummage though my locker. I grabbed a textbook I wasn’t sure if i needed and shut the door. I pressed the book to my chest hugging it. Depression was slowly creeping over me as I headed towards my final class of the day.

“Y/N.” Theo’s voice called from behind me. A ball formed in my stomach and I felt all the blood drain from my face. I had to be hearing things, right? Theo hadn’t talk to me in weeks, it had to be my brain playing tricks on me. I shook off the thought, and kept walking. 

“Y/N?” This time his voice was right behind me and his hand on my shoulder stopping me then turning me around. 

I tried to act as cool as possible. “Sup?” 

I mentally faced palmed myself. ‘Sup?’ I’ll probably die of embarrassment.

Theo seemed not to notice the awkward acknowledgment, or he pretended not too. “Hey, how are you?” 

He sounded so nonchalant, like we were old friends catching up. He seemed perfectly fine and didn’t seem affected by our recent break-up. This broke me down a little, made me feel like I, like we, meant nothing to him.

“Fine.” I responded quietly ready for this conversation to be over.

“Um, cool.” he said a little nervous. But what did he have to be nervous for? “So, you left some stuff at my house and I was wondering if you wanted to come by and pick up later?”

Another wave of hurt hit me and I thought I might cry.

“Why could you just bring it to me?” I said a slight edge in my voice.

“Do you want it or not?” he frowned and the sudden tone change took me by surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll be over later.” I whispered knowing he could still hear me with his werewolf ears. I turned around without another word, and continued my course to class.


I pulled up to his house just as the sun was setting. Theo must have heard me before he before he saw me, because he was standing at his front door waiting for me. I took a deep breath trying to regulate my heart, and stepped out on to the driveway. I walked the concrete path to his front door, where he met me with a half smile.

“It’s all upstairs in my room if you want to grab it.” 

I nodded, and walked past him heading up the stairs. The smell of his room filled my noses. I wanted to stand here forever and enjoy it, but I heard Theo’s footsteps behind me and I walked further into his room to the dresser. The bottom drawer is where all my stuff was housed. I pulled at the handle and it slid open revealing all my things. I stared at them for only second, and then began taking them out item by item. I pulled out a dark blue oversized t-shirt. It was my favorite t-shirt of Theo’s. He was sitting on his bed behind me and he hadn’t said a word.

“Here.” I said standing and walking over to give it to him. He looked at me then to the shirt than back again.

“I don’t want it.” He said finally, pushing it closer to my body.

“I don’t want it either.” I insisted pushing away from. For some reason, this upset him. Even though he tried to hide it, hurt washed over his face. He stayed quiet and held the shirt in his hand staring at it. 

“Theo, I don’t want anything that reminds me of you. It’s bad enough I have to see you at school.” I explained.

“Why?” he growled but it was necessarily angry.

“Why?” I asked astonished. “Are you serious? We’re broken up Theo. Not together. You broke my heart and you want me to keep something so I can be reminded of that everyday?” 

He stood slowly looking at me with agony in his expression.

“I’m an idiot.” He started, which caught me off guard. I didn’t know what I expected, but definitely not that.

“These past weeks have felt like years without you. I didn’t know what was wrong with me at first. But everyday when I woke up, I felt like I was missing something. It didn’t take me long to figure out, I was missing you. I’m empty without you. I hate that you have that hold over me, but at the same time I don’t care. I…I need you.”

I stood there staring at him not being able to believe those words had come from his mouth. Theo’s never said what he was feeling, and it took me a moment to register it. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but I stopped him connecting my lips with his. He didn’t hesitate to kissed me back, and snaked his strong arms around me. I pulled him closer to me deepening the kiss. He lifted me slightly off the ground and back up till he hit the bed. He sat down and I straddled him, all while still kissing. I pulled my shirt off breaking the kiss for a second to pull it over my head. His hands grazed across my exposed skin, making me smile. His tongue found mine and they rolled over each other in wet sloppy passion. He turned me over effortlessly on to my back and together we moved higher on to the bed. Finally, our lips disconnected. Theo pulled off his shirt, and I unclasped my bra. He blinked a few times at my bare breast. He looked up at me, asking permission to indulge in them. I smiled and nodded and he plunged into them taking one in each hand. He suckled on them, sharing his mouth between the two. I moaned missing his touch on my body. He began kissing his way down my body until he reached the button of my jeans. Skillfully, he undid the button than the zipper and he peeled the off of me. I felt his lips touch me again and I want his on mine. I took his head in both of my hands and pulled him back to me. 

“I want you.” I whispered on his lips before kissing them.

Theo smiled into the kiss and I could feel him fiddling with his jeans. He was struggling because he could only use one hand, the other was holding him up as he hovered over me. I moved my hands down to the fastener of his jeans. opening it and sliding his zipper down. His length could be felt through his pants. I pushed at them and Theo glided them off of him, along with his boxers. He started to kiss my jawline and neck, as he slid my panties to the side. His fingers found my sex and he drew figure eights on my clit.

“You’re already so wet, baby.”

“Put it in.” I begged. Normally, I would have loved foreplay, but it’d been so long since he’d been inside of me. Right now that’s all I wanted.

He pulled back a little from me to line himself up with my entrance. Slowly, he penetrated me. We both groaned and instinctively I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Our bodies were connected now and he slowly start to grind into me. I kissed his neck tenderly, I missed every part of him and even though it was slow it was passionate. He quickened his pace slightly, and he was hitting my g-spot. Pulling me closer to my edge. After a few more minutes I came, dissolving into pleasure. Theo placed his lips on mine again, something he only did when he was about to come. A moment later, he pulled out of me coming into his hand.


After we were all cleaned up and dressed, I laid curled against Theo’s chest. He racked his fingers through my hair and I felt myself drifting to sleep. His lips fell on mine gently and my eyes fluttered open landing on his.

“I love you.” He whispered.