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Teen Wolf Preference

PREFERENCE: HE SAYS I LOVE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Scott McCall

I couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened. Scott told me he loved me. He didn’t even realize he said it. He just said it and then went to lacrosse practice. Even worse now it seems as if he was avoiding me. I sighed slamming my head against my locker.

“ew you reek of desperation what’s got you so emotionally unstable?” My bestfriend Malia asked opening her locker that was beside mine.

“nothing it’s just that Scott might have said a thing but I’m not sure if he meant that thing he said and I guess if he didn’t mean it that would be okay but I want him to mean it and now I’m worried that he’ll be weired out that I want him to mean it and you know now he’s avoiding me which makes me think he actually didn’t mean it and I’m just so confused and that’s why I can’t stop rambling.” I said finally stopping to take a deep breath.

“well what did he say?” Malia asked slamming her locker door shut.

“well he said I love you.” I said looking at my shoes.

“wow.” She said looking at me.

“yeah I know.” I sighed again.

“well good luck with that.” Malia said walking away.

“thanks for all your help.” I called.

I let Lydia give me a ride home, I knew I couldn’t face Scott at least not yet. I was sitting at the kitchen island doing my homework when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal Scott. He was smiling like the cute puppy that he is. I wondered if he was here to talk about the thing.

“hey did I leave my lacrosse jersey here?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes. Really Scott really?

“I don’t remember where I put it.” He added looking in his lacrosse bag.

“Yeah you don’t remember a lot of things lately.” I mumbled hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“wait what?” He asked stopping what he was doing and looked at me.

“No your jersey isn’t here. Need anything else?” I asked.

Scott gave me a confused look.

“are we okay?” Scott asked grabbing my shoulders.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’ll see you at the game tonight.” I said not looking at him.

“okay well I love you.” He said dropping his hands and picking his lacrosse bag back up.

My head snapped up as soon as the words left his lips.

“what did you just say?” I asked

“I said I love you. I told you earlier today. Did you not hear me?” He asked confused.

“I did but I didn’t think you knew you said it and then you were ignoring me and that made me think that you didn’t actually mean what you said and I was just so confused…” I started but was cut off by Scott’s lips on mine.

“of course I meant it. I wasn’t ignoring or at least wasn’t trying to I was just busy. But I mean it when I say I love you y/n.” Scott said resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you too Scott.”

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

Stiles Stilinski

It was as if my whole world was falling apart. I was trying to stay positive but the realization that my Stiles might be gone killed me. He was being possessed by an evil fox spirit and we had been trying everything to get him back but nothing was working. I was sitting on Scott’s couch as the pack discussed what to do next.

“killing him might be our only option.” Aiden said crossing his arms.

I stood up balling my fists.

“you even try to hurt him I swear to god I’ll take a handful of wolfsbane and shove it down your throat.” I growled at Aiden.

Aiden’s eyes got wide as I threatened him.

“look nobody is hurting or killing anyone okay were going to figure this out.” Scott said sighing.

I sat back down silently praying that we could get my Stiles back. I missed him. I missed how nervous he got around me and I miss how he geeked about everything. I was craving his touch and his lips. It killed me that he wasn’t here right now. The worst part is I think I’m in love with him and I’ll never get to tell him. Scott was about to say something else when the lights started flickering before going out completely.

“what’s going on?” Lydia asked panicking.

I heard Aiden growl and then glass shattering.

“It’s the oni and void, y/n Lydia get out of here.” Scott yelled.

I found Lydia’s hand in the dark and we started to sprint up the stairs. We got to the top but there was an oni blocking it. It pushed Lydia down the stairs before turning to me. I ran back down the stairs heading for Scott’s back door. I stopped seeing who was blocking the door.

“Stiles.” I breathed.

I knew it wasn’t him but I needed it to be.

“think again.” The void said laughing and approaching me.

I took a couple steps back but there was two oni members blocking me in.

“oops looks like you’re stuck here with me.” Void said laughing again.

I started to have a panic attack.

“Stiles please. I know you’re still in there. Please don’t do this. Stiles please.” I begged with tears in my eyes and in between shaky breaths.

Suddenly Void screamed. It looked like it was in pain.

“Y/n go now.” Stiles screamed moving out of the way.

“Stiles?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“hurry up I can’t fight it for long.” Stiles said groaning in pain.

I knew at that moment I should’ve ran but instead I walked over and kissed his lips. I needed him and I knew that if I didn’t do it now I might regret it.

“please y/n I don’t want to hurt you. I love you.” Stiles said letting a tear slip down his cheek.

Stiles pushed me towards the door and I ran. I ran until I couldn’t see the house anymore. I stopped to take a breath when I realized…

I didn’t say it back.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Derek Hale

“that was a close one.” I said wiping the sweat from my forehead.

“yeah speak for yourself.” my brother Scott said looking at the scratches that were healing on his torso.

“well you’ll heal.” Stiles said hopping in his jeep followed by Scott and myself.

We were trying to fight the alpha pack. Unfortunately our plan fell through so Ennis and Kali and the twins had chased us through the hospital. We managed to get away but not without a few bumps and bruises and well some scratches for Scott.

“Derek is going to lose his mind when he finds out.” Stiles said driving down the road towards Scott and I’s house.

“He’s not Scott’s alpha so it doesn’t matter.” I snapped from the back seat.

The truth is Derek acted like he controlled me all the time and it drove me crazy. Scott was my twin and I know he wouldn’t let anything happen to me but Derek for some reason thought he was incapable of protecting me. He treated me like I was a child. I couldn’t help without some comment from Derek.

“look Derek doesn’t have to know.” Scott said rubbing over his still healing chest.

“Damn Kali got you good.” I said looking at my brother with concern. 

Stiles pulled in our driveway and we were met with the hard glare of Derek Hale. Isaac stood behind him with a guilty look on his face. Damn I knew I shouldn’t have told him our plan.

“hey Derek buddy what’s happening.” Stiles said getting out of the jeep.

I got out with him glaring at Isaac.

“where’s Scott?” Derek asked Stiles but was looking at me.

“In the car uh sleeping yeah he was real tired.” Stiles said rubbing his neck nervously.

Scott hopped out of the car his chest still not fully healed.

“It was my idea Derek. The truth is I thought we could do it without you but if were going to take down an alpha pack we need everyone.” Scott said walking closer to Derek.

“Do you realize how stupid you guys are? You could’ve gotten hurt or even worse killed.” Derek growled.

He was talking to all three of us but I could tell it was mostly directed at me.

“well Scott did get hurt.” Stiles said causing Derek to growl at him.

Stiles held his hands up in surrender.

“We’re fine Derek we don’t need a babysitter.” I said brushing past him and walking in my house and up to my room.

A few hours passed when I heard someone open my door. I looked up to see Derek leaning against my door frame. I rolled my eyes turning back to my physics homework.

“here to lecture me some more?” I asked not looking up from my homework.

“I lectured all of you.” Derek said.

“please I know you were specifically directing that at me.” I said rolling my eyes and standing up.

“oh yeah and what makes you think that?” Derek growled.

“because you always do this to me that’s what! Derek you treat me like a child, okay you yell at me for wanting to help and gosh it’s like I can’t do anything without you criticizing me for it! Scott can protect me okay I don’t need you to babysit me all the freaking time.” I yelled letting all of my frustrations out.

Derek stood there for a minute not saying anything.

“I know he can, honestly you don’t need Scott either you could protect yourself I know that.” Derek said his voice just short of a whisper.

“then why do you keep yelling at me?” I asked more confused now than ever.  

“because I’m not good at this.” Derek said looking at my face now.

“good at what Derek?” I asked feeling my heart race from how close he was.

“look y/n I.” Derek started but stopped himself.

I sighed and turned around to go back to my homework but Derek grabbed my shoulder making me turn back around. In one swift movement he crashed his lips on mine pulling me close to his body. I kissed him back surprisingly.

“I love you.” he said looking down at his feet.

“Derek I don’t know what to say.” I whispered shocked at his confession.

“don’t say anything then.” Derek snapped turning around and walking out the door.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME?

Originally posted by thewolfbitme

Isaac Lahey

“has anyone seen Isaac lately?” I asked my friends at the lunch table.

Isaac has been kind of distance since the whole thing with the Darach and well the alpha twins who have been torturing him.

“I think I saw him near the cross country course.” Allison said looking up from her lunch.

I gave her a smile before making my way outside. I was stopped by Ethan and Aiden.

“where’s your little boyfriend?” Aiden said invading my personal space.

“we’ve been looking everywhere for him, we got some anger to let out.” Ethan added smirking at his twin.

“leave him alone.” I growled balling my fists.

I was just a human, a tiny one at that but I would beat them up if I had to.

“ooh getting feisty aren’t we baby.” Aiden said putting his hand on my arm.

“get off of me.” I said trying to shrug his hand off.

suddenly I heard a growl coming from behind me. Isaac grabbed Aiden’s hand flinging him to the ground.

“get away from her.” Isaac growled shoving me behind him.

“oh yeah what are you going to do about it.” Ethan taunted while Aiden got up.

Isaac’s eyes turned their golden color and his claws started protruding from his hands.

“Isaac this is what they want, they want to get this reaction out of you.” I said grabbing his arm. 

Isaac jerked his arm away before growling and running towards the twins. Ethan and Aiden took off running with Isaac close behind. I then took off after Isaac. I quickly lost sight of the three boys. I stumbled around in the woods until I heard a loud growl. I ran towards the source when I saw the twins holding Isaac by his arms. I looked around finding a sharp stick. I ran forward stabbing Aiden’s hand with it. He let out a growl dropping Isaac’s arm. Isaac grabbed Aiden throwing him into Ethan.

“I suggest you leave before I kill both of you.” Isaac threatened breathing heavily.

The twins smirked before leaving. Isaac turned to me now back to his normal self.

“are you okay? You shouldn’t have ran after them, that’s what they wanted.” I rambled checking his body for any signs of injuries.

“y/n i’m fine and I know but I couldn’t take him touching you.” Isaac said balling his fists again.

“look Isaac everything is okay, you can calm down now.” I said slowly unclenching his fists.

“no it’s not okay. I love you and their using it against me. I’m worried somebody is going to take you away from me.” Isaac said sighing.

I was silent for a couple seconds. This was the first time Isaac has told me he loves me.

“I love you too Isaac. I’m not going anywhere.” I finally said walking into his open arms.

I knew nothing could be bad now because Isaac and I loved each other and love was one of the strongest forces on earth.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Liam Dunbar

It was about 3 o'clock in the morning when I heard a light tap coming from my window. I opened my eye looking at the clock before sighing. Whoever is waking me up at this time better have a damn good reason for doing so! I walked over opening my window to see my boyfriend Liam about to throw another rock.

“Liam it’s 3 o'clock in the morning what are you doing?” I asked looking at him.

He looked like he hasn’t slept in days. He’s been really different lately and I didn’t know what was going on. He wouldn’t tell me either. He just said that he was fine but I knew he wasn’t.

“can I uh come up?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“sure just let me go unlock the door.” I said turning from my window.

I heard a loud thud and suddenly Liam was in my room.

“how in the world did you…” I asked looking at him shocked.

“I’ve been practicing my jumping lately.” Liam shrugged sitting on my bed.

“Liam my room is on the second story.” I said looking at him.

“look that’s not important.” He said looking down at his feet.

I walked over sitting beside him. He looked so broken, it broke my heart seeing him so sad.

“Liam what’s wrong?” I asked grabbing his hands.

“I can’t sleep I keep having nightmares.” He confessed looking down ashamed of himself.

I pulled him to my chest playing with his hair.

“tell me about it.” I said softly.

“I keep seeing this creature it’s made of all bones and it’s trying to hurt you.” He said sitting up and looking at me.

I felt even worse now that he was having nightmares about me.  

“Liam I’m fine babe. Nobody is after me okay and there are no bone creatures.” I said resting a hand on his cheek.

“if only you knew.” Liam said putting his hand over mine.

I was confused by his statement.  

“knew what Liam. You know you can tell me anything right?” I said scooting closer to him.

It looked like he really wanted to tell me something.

“uh just that I love you.” He said pulling me into his arms.

“I love you too Liam.” I said cuddling closer to him.

I could tell he was keeping something from me though and I was going to find out what it was.

Originally posted by showandwrite

Brett Talbot

“Brett do you not see what this girl is doing to you?” Satomi screamed at her beta werewolf.

“She isn’t doing anything to me.” Brett defended.

I was standing hidden watching the whole thing go down. I knew Satomi didn’t like me but I never expected her to react like this.

“do I have to remind you what we are? Brett we are buddhist werewolves we don’t fight unless we necessarily have to are you forgetting that?” Satomi growled.

“it’s my fault not hers so stop blaming her for everything.” Brett growled back.

“she’s in a different pack, she’s dragging you in to their pack business. You keep getting hurt because of her. soon she’s going to get you killed. Not to mention she’s a former werewolf hunter.” Satomi seethed.

Her words stung. Brett was helping us a lot lately with the problems we were having in Beacon Hills with Theo and his chimera pack. I didn’t ask him too, he knew I could take care of myself but he insisted on helping. I tried my best to make sure he didn't get hurt. I was brainwashed by my grandfather into hurting werewolves but I’ve changed a lot since then thanks to Brett.

“she made some mistakes okay she isn’t perfect. But can I remind you that she saved all of our asses when the dead pool was going on. Lori and I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for her. I’m not getting hurt because of her, she saved me physically and emotionally and you can’t handle that I might actually be really happy Satomi.” Brett growled his eyes glowing their golden yellow.

Satomi growled back flashing her red alpha eyes. I finally stepped out of the shadows getting her attention.

“Satomi.” I said lowly.

She growled glaring at me. Brett came over pushing me behind him.

“look Satomi I know you hate me and I’m sorry for everything but I’m not that same girl I was. I don’t want Brett involved either and trust me I’ve tried to get him to stay away but he won’t. I promise to protect him Satomi, I promise to keep him out of things from now on.” I said quickly glancing at Brett.

Satomi’s eyes turned back to their normal color as she took some deep breaths.

“Satomi I love her.” Brett said looking down at me.

I couldn’t fight the smile that crept on to my face. Brett loved me.

“you love her?” Satomi said looking at him with a small smile.

“very much.” Brett confessed wrapping his arms around me.

“do you love him?” Satomi asked looking at me.

I looked up at Brett smiling.

“yeah I do.” I said cuddling closer to him.

“that’s all I needed to hear then.” Satomi said looking at the both of us.

Originally posted by chimeracuddles

Theo Raeken

“he’s not good for you.” Scott said grabbing my arm and forcing me to look at him.

“can we remind you that he tried to destroy all of us.” Stiles said shaking me.

“seriously you’re pretty and could have anyone yet you pick Theo?” Malia said throwing her hands in the air.

I rolled my eyes and started walking away from my friends, but really they weren’t acting like friends right now.

“uh excuse me young lady where do you think you’re going?” Stiles said blocking me from leaving.

“Stiles move.” I growled trying to move him.

“Not until you tell me where you’re going.” He said stubbornly.

“except you’re not my father I don’t have too.” I said gripping his arm and moving him finally.

I may be a girl but I was strong and without the help of supernatural abilities.

“that’s a strong grip you got there.” Stiles said looking at his now red arm.

“look guys I know what you’re thinking but Theo is different okay He’s changed. He did also help us defeat the ghost riders are we forgetting about that? He’s hurt and he’s going through a rough time adjusting so could you at least give him a break.” I said looking at my friends faces.

“I don’t mind Theo.” Liam said finally walking in the room.

“see Liam knows what’s up." I said patting Liam’s shoulder.

"see you guys.” I said walking out the door.

Theo picked my up in his truck and we drove to an abandoned warehouse. On the way there we made small talk. He didn’t ask about the pack and I didn’t tell him anything.

“why are we here?” I asked looking around at the abandoned lot.

“thought we could be alone.” Theo said leaning in and capturing my lips in a kiss.

I didn’t waste time in kissing him back. Theo put his hands under my shirt lifting it over my head. I crawled over to his lap not breaking the kiss. Theo moaned as I moved my lips to his neck. That’s when I saw the pillow and blanket in his back seat.

“Theo what is that?” I asked pointing to his backseat.

He looked at me and sighed.

“It’s nothing y/n.” He said pulling my lips back on his.

I quickly pulled away not wanting to drop the subject.

“Theo are you staying in your car?” I asked looking in his eyes.

He looked so lonely so broken.

“does it matter?” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“what do you mean does it matter of course it matters!” I said moving back to the passenger seat.

Theo was about to respond but a knock on the window interrupted him. He rolled down the window to be met with a gun to his face.

“Theo.” I said my voice shaking.

We looked around and the car was surrounded by people but not just any people, hunters.

“Theo.” I said again this time with tears in my eyes.

Theo raised his hands in surrender.

“get out wolf boy." The hunter said with a grim voice.

 He started to open the door but I quickly grabbed his arm.

"y/n stop. If I don’t get out they’re going to hurt you. Now you listen to me okay. I’m going to get out and you’re going to jump in the drivers seat and get the hell out of here. promise me you’ll do that.” Theo said looking at me.

“No Theo you can’t they’ll kill you.” I said now fully sobbing.

“god damn just promise me” Theo growled.

“I promise.” I said my voice cracking.

“just remember that I love you okay.” Theo said kissing my lips before getting out of the car.

I did what he said quickly getting in the drivers seat and backing his truck out of the lot. I still heard the gunshots feeling my heartbreak after each shot was fired. I silently prayed that somehow he would survive because I loved him too.

so I wanted to try this out and I actually like how they all turned out. Comment if you think I should do more of these!

a letter to everyone who’s ever hurt me;

i am so god damn tired of hearing “you did nothing wrong, you deserve better, you deserve so much love, i don’t deserve you.” it is engraved in my fucking head. i want to rip out my teeth and slam them into your heart so you know how it feels to cough up broken pieces of a person you once loved. because you shoved all of these words down my throat and i was convinced, maybe for once, someone felt it too. it’s like putting money in a machine, fuel me and make me work and I’ll confine to your needs. give me happiness and I’ll give you all my love. with one smile i will give you my ribs, with one touch, one call, i will personally rip my heart out with my bare hands and place it right into yours and I’ll do you a favor and ignore your trembling hands and instead, I’ll shoot you with a, “hey, how ya doing? haven’t talked to you in a while!” text cause i have never been one for subtlety or expressing how i feel. “im sorry. you deserve more, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much love!” then why does this keep happening to me? if i deserve more, why is all of my love one sided? unrequited? why is my heart layered in stitches and still im the one who always gives. if you are so sorry why in the fuck do you keep letting me crash and burn? why in the fuck did you think it was okay to tell me you loved me and then not speak a word to me for three fucking months? i have always been one to remember everything and i remember the way your lips felt on mine for the very first time and how i was so in shock i couldn’t even kiss back but i swear to fucking god i felt my veins turn into fireworks and my body into a land mine and with one more touch i thought that i just mightve exploded and jesus fuck i don’t even know how you feel and i have destroyed myself pondering over it and they tell you that their touch means forever but all i can think about is you telling me i deserve better but if i deserve so much more why will no one reach out and give it to me? i am choking on water and drowning in my own house because i gave you the key and i trusted you with all i had but when you walked away you left the faucets on and i wondered why i just couldn’t stop crying. i think you slammed the door too hard, i think my water bill is too high, i don’t even bother to wipe my eyes because all i can think about is your smile and how it made me feel like i was finally safe but all i ever am is somewhere for people to go when they need to take refuge, and i am never a permanent home, just a quick little stop, a let’s take a break, unwind and ruin the foundation kind of stop. an “oh its okay it’ll only hurt a bit” kind of stop, an “i love you.” kind of stop but i always love more, so can you stop? i can’t stop bleeding, i can’t stop scratching myself raw, i can’t stop screaming because all i am good for is always loving more and i am so beyond tired of hearing how i deserve better, maybe i don’t want better, maybe i am ready for a fight, maybe i am fragile and gentle and cry all the time over the smallest thing because one bad thing just sends my heart crumbling but i want a love that rips me apart and maybe im already in pieces but i really wouldn’t mind if you turned me black and blue because i swear to god, no matter what, im always going to love more so i might as well just see how much i can take before i collapse on the floor and i am so tired of always being the one with the brave face and im tired of forgiving without even a slight trace of an apology and i don’t even give a shit that you don’t talk to me anymore because maybe i did deserve more and maybe i finally found it but im afraid this fire is unrequited too and i am so tired of burning one second and being ice cold the next and all i need is consistency but i get summer days filled with winter nights and i am sorry for always loving more. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen but we all know that is a god damn lie because my hearts already prepped and ready for the next gaping chest i see. // i think that’s my problem, im always one to give without them even asking for anything but i cannot stop stitching up soldiers in a war i wasn’t even drafted in.

All I Ask Of You

A @mlsecretsanta​ gift for @miraculouspaon​! Some fluffly Marichat for you!

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NOTE: This fic includes songs and lyrics from various musicals, so scattered throughout are links to youtube videos for those songs. Enjoy!


Chat Noir loves musicals.

It really shouldn’t surprise me. Cats exists, of course he loves musicals. After he found out I’m into musicals, it’s all he talks about when we’re on patrol. But I can’t even remember how we got on the subject. I think I was humming a few bars of ‘76 Trombones’ from The Music Man one day and he recognized it instantly. He started talking about various musicals he’d seen, either live or recorded, musicals he wanted to see (Hamilton and The Lion King topped the list), and his favorite songs from each. Which leads me to my second discovery.

Chat Noir has a beautiful voice.

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Harry Hook - Preppy Pink Princess

Originally posted by unchxxrted

Requested By: Anon

Request:  can i request one where harry hook and his girlfriend, the daughter of mother gothel, are at auradon & she’s used to him flirting a lot with everyone but when she sees him flirting with the daugther/son of rapunzel, thats when she gets mad/jealous (bonus if he’s caressing her face with his hook while he’s trying to fix the situation)

Authors Note: I’m really sorry about how short this is, and that it’s kind of rushed, but I still hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of trouble with this, and I’m not very happy with it, but I’m hoping it turned out decent! 

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“You’re acting ridiculous, love.” Harry laughed, his figure directly behind your own as you stormed up the stairs and toward your new dorm.

“What do you mean I’m acting ridiculous? How the hell am I acting ridiculous?” You asked, your voice dripping in venom as you slammed open your door and made your way inside. 

Harry laughed again, his usually darkly outlined eyes bright and full of life as he made his way toward you.

“You’re jealous of a princess. A preppy, pink princess.” 

You snickered, quickly crossing your arms in front of your chest and giving him a daring glare. 

“I’m not jealous, okay?” You snapped, “But I am pissed off about the fact that you were flirting with some girl right in front of me!”

Harry gave you a smug grin, his eyes boring into you as he pressed his chest against yours.

“I flirt with everyone, Y/N.” He reminded, “Besides, I did it all the time on the Isle. What’s so different about me flirting with that chick?”

“Because she’s Rapunzel’s daughter!” You seethed, “And because there’s no reason for you to flirt with the people around here!”

“And there was a reason for me to flirt with people back on the Isle?”

“Of course there was no reason, but at least the people on the Isle knew not to flirt back!” You raged, your hand reaching up and poking Harry in the chest. “Besides, we’re at Auradon now. I can’t do anything to these people when they piss me off like I could back on the Isle!” 

Harry cracked up at that, his eyes scrunching together in pure amusement as he threw his head back and laughed. Giving him another glare, you hit him in the chest, the whole situation just as serious to you as it was funny to him. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He laughed. “It’s just so funny, seeing you get so worked up about this random chick. I mean, I get that you’re Gothels daughter, but still! It’s so unlike you!” 

You rolled your eyes, an angry sigh escaping your lips as you continued to stand face to face with your way too amused boyfriend.

“This isn’t funny, Har!” You growled, your voice slightly more sad than it was before. “I know you’re just joking around and stuff, but I don’t like it when you flirt with people like that. I’ve NEVER liked it when you flirt with people like that. I mean, can you imagine how that makes me feel?” You questioned, your eyes holding a sense of insecurity that Harry wasn’t used to seeing. 

“Hey…” He whispered, a slight chuckle still in his voice as he looked at you with the kindest eyes you had ever seen. “You know I’m just messing around. You have nothing to worry about.” 

“Well, it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” You admitted, your eyes looking straight at the ground as the embarrasment of you insecurities began to set in.

Harry let out a breathy sigh, the amused look on his face completely gone as he seen just how much his joking antics had affected you.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” He whispered, his left hand cupping your cheek and making you face him. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. It’s just something I’ve always done.”

“I know.” You huffed, the warmth from his hand making you dizzy. “And I know you’re just messing around.” You continued. “But it just really gets to me sometimes.” 

“Well then why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, a look of guilt and realization washing across his face. 

You shrugged, your eyes looking straight into his as you attempted to explain. “I don’t know. I guess I was afraid of seeming like the jealous type.” You whispered, “Besides, we already have so many qualities that drive each other crazy. I didn’t want to give you another thing to add to the list of things to dislike about Y/N.”

Harry laughed at that, a small smile playing on his lips as he leaned closer to you. 

“Love, I’m pretty sure I give you a new quality to add to my list every single day.” He joked, the hook in his right hand lifting from his side and gently caressing your face. “Besides, you look hot when you’re angry. I’d never dislike that about you.” He winked, the slight tickle from his hook making you shiver.

“But I am sorry.” He suddenly continued, his hand leaving your face and resting on your hip, the tip of his hook lightly pressing into the small of your back.”I didn’t know it bothered you that much. I won’t flirt with princesses anymore.” He promised, a small smile forming on his lips. “I’ll save it for the Isle girls.”

You rolled your eyes, his words seemingly insincere but his eyes holding a love so deep that you knew he really was sorry. 

“You better be.” You chuckled, suddenly pushing him away from you and crossing your arms in front of your chest. Because if you keep doing it, I definitely won’t deal with it like a preppy, pink princess.”

Here’s what we’re gonna do

A/N: Reader is Dean’s twin. There will be a part two! 

Warnings: Teenage pregnancy

Word Count: 1558

John x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Sister!Reader  Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You swear you could hear the blood rushing through your ears while you stared at the pink plus on the pregnancy test. This couldn’t be happening. You were supposed to just have a stomach bug, not be pregnant. You sat down on the edge of the motel bed, grateful for your decision to stay home today and that Sam and Dean were still at school.

Hours passed as you sat on the bed thinking about the situation you were in. What were you going to do? You were only seventeen years old. You couldn’t raise a kid in this life, hell you weren’t sure you’d be able to safely carry a baby in this life. What would Sam and Dean think? Hell, what was your dad going to say?

A sob ripped through you as it began to sink in just how screwed you were. You buried your face in your hands as you thought about it some more. How were you supposed to afford a doctor? How would you afford baby stuff?

Closing your eyes, you tried taking deep breaths you attempted to collect yourself. You needed to think of some sort of plan before Sam and Dean came home. Dean would be able to tell something was wrong the moment he looked at you, it was that weird twin connection the two of you shared.

The motel door unlocking and opening quickly grabbed your attention; it was too early for Sam and Dean to come home, which only meant one thing, dad was back early from a hunting trip.

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BTS Reaction to your first time in Little Space

*WARNING* This is a little space request. If you don’t like it don’t read.



Jin:

When you had first told Jin about you being a little he was a bit shocked. He didn’t know that it was possible for a person to regress their mental age to destress.

He wasn’t against it but he certainly wasn’t ready for the day you regressed around him for the first time.

It happened when you had found your old teddy bear. Seeing it had made you regress extremely fast and Jin hadn’t seen it coming. When you toddled over to him with a wide smile on your face he assumed you were just extremely happy.

It wasn’t until you started babbling incoherently that he figured out you regressed. You had only told him about regressing and even then it was just the basics, not how to actually care for a little.

He was flustered and running around the dorm like a chicken with no head when Jungkook noticed.

“Hyung what’s wrong? Why is (Y/N) acting like a kid?” Jungkook asked Jin as he noticed you sitting on the couch playing with your teddy and babbling.

“It’s called little space Kook. (Y/N) told me about it but never how to deal with it.” Jin sighed out exasperated.

“Well if (Y/N) is in little space then why not just treat them like a little kid?” Jungkook suggested.

“You are brilliant Kookie!” Jin grabbed Jungkook and shook him around before letting him go and rushing over to you.

Jungkook just shook his head, shaking away the brief dizziness as he watched his oldest Hyung bolt from the room before leaving to go play Overwatch.

“Hi baby. Do you know who I am?” Jin asked you as you looked up from your teddy.

“Daddy! Silly!” You giggled out as Jin slightly laughed along.

“That’s right baby! And Daddy is gonna be the bestest daddy in the whole world okay? I love you no matter what.” Jin hugged you close as you hugged back.

“I love you too Daddy!”

Yoongi:

You had told Yoongi about little space before and he accepted that it was your way of destressing and unwinding after a long day. He was not however prepared for you to actually regress in front of him.

You had regressed when he found your pacifier in between the couch cushions. He had picked it up and held it between his fingers curiously, wondering what it was doing there, when he turned around and noticed you.

You were staring at him with wide eyes and slightly open mouth.

“Dada… Mine.” You made grabby hands at him.

“What? (Y/N) what did you call me?” Yoongi asked, slightly panicked.

“Dada? Dada mine.” You pointed at the pacifier he was holding in his hands. Yoongi was now thoroughly freaked out.

“(Y/N) how old are you? Did you regress?” Yoongi asked in a bit of a stern voice.

“Dada! MINE!” Tears easily welled up in your eyes. You started crying after Yoongi didn’t give you your pacifier. Why wasn’t he giving it to you?

“Okay! Okay! Just let me wash it off! It’s gross!” Yoongi panicked at your crying as he ran to the kitchen sink to wash your pacifier. He ran back just as fast and stuck the pacifier in your open mouth.

As soon as you felt the plastic of the pacifier heavy on your tongue you squealed in delight.

“Dada? Tank ou!” You mumbled out from around the plastic.

“Yeah yeah, kid you’re welcome. What else do you want?” Yoongi asked a bit hesitant about the answer.

“Bubba and cuddles!” You answered back softly, holding your hands out to Yoongi to be carried. Yoongi lifted you into his arms with ease.

“Okay, a bottle and cuddles. Nothing I can’t do.”

After Yoongi had made your bottle (having to redo it three times) and fed you, he sat on the couch exhausted with you snuggled up on his lap, pacifier in your mouth. He would have to read up a bit more on little space in order to be better at looking after you.

In the end, though everyone got what they wanted. You got the cuddles you wanted and he got to relax. He felt better now that he had seen you in little space. He vowed to be the best daddy he could.

J-Hope:

You had never told Hoseok about your age regression because you were afraid he would leave you. The only person you had told was Jin. He was the only person you thought you could trust with your secret.

You knew it wouldn’t be long before Hoseok found out and you knew you should just tell him instead of him finding out accidentally but you kept putting it off. Until one day he accidentally found out.

You had been left alone in the dorm which was the perfect time to fit some little space activities in. You grabbed your favorite blankie and pacifier and laid down on the couch watching your favorite cartoon.

You had been laying there for around an hour just relaxing and sucking on your pacifier when the front door of the dorm opened.

You froze like a deer in the headlights. A minute later the boys came strolling through the door only to stop when they saw you sitting on the couch swaddled in a blanket with a pacifier hanging from your lips.

“(Y/N)? What is this? What are you doing?” Hoseok asked with a hint of disgust in his voice.

“I-I was j-just-,” you tried to stammer out a reason as you noticed Hobi’s lip curl up.

“Why are you acting like a kid?! You’re a grown-up for god’s sake! Act like one!” Hoseok growled out.

Tears started falling from your eyes. This is the one thing you were hoping to avoid. Now Hobi would leave you and you would have no one yet again.

“Hey, sweetheart it’s okay. Come to Jin baby.” Jin pushed Hoseok away as he went to comfort you, pulling you into a hug.

“Hobi no love me anymore! I bad!” You cried out as the rest of the boys stared at Hoseok with anger.

“Hyung that was really mean. (Y/N) is probably using this to destress or something. Why don’t you give them a chance to explain before judging.” Taehyung said softly to Hoseok as he watched you cry into Jin’s shoulder.

Hoseok looked at you as you cried and felt disgusted at himself. He hadn’t even given you a chance to explain. He walked over and knelt in front of you.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry. I just was shocked and didn’t know how to deal with it. Will you forgive me?” Hoseok asked lightly as you looked at him with tear marks on your cheeks.

“Okay, daddy. I forgive you.” You mumbled out as you hugged Hobi. “Daddy love me?” You asked, a bit fearful of the answer.

“Yes, daddy loves you no matter what. I’ll love you always okay?” Hoseok held you close and kissed your forehead.

“Love you, daddy.”

“Love you too sweet pea.”

Namjoon:

You had never bothered to tell Namjoon about you being a little because you never regressed in front of him. You were always very careful to keep a big headspace when around the boys. Until one day you were pushed too far.

That day came when you were stressed from school and online classes. You had left your shared room with Namjoon and gone to get some water and medicine for your headache when you noticed Jungkook and Taehyung playing with something familiar.

Your favorite stuffie.

You stopped in horror as you watched them throw it back and forth between each other, batting it around like it was a piece of trash.

The final straw came when Jungkook noticed the little stitching pattern it had on it and decided to tug at it, watching as it ripped.

“Oh shit! Kookie what did you do?” Taehyung asked shocked.

“It ripped! I think this was (Y/N)’s as well. Hopefully, they don’t see- oh.” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he noticed you in the doorway, watching with eyes full of tears.

“You hurt him! You guys mean!” You wailed as you ran over to Taehyung and Jungkook to get your stuffie back.

“(Y/N) why are you talking like that? It was an accident!” Taehyung asked, confusedly staring at you.

It was at this moment that Namjoon walked into the room and noticed your tear-streaked face, as well and Jungkook and Taehyung’s guilty faces.

“What did you guys do? Why is (Y/N) crying?” Namjoon asked as he ran over to you. You wailed a bit more as you reached out to him to be held. He complied albeit a bit hesitatingly.

“Daddy they ripped him! They mean!” You told him with heavy sniffles. Namjoon’s head reeled at being called daddy but he decided to act now and ask questions later.

“It was an accident baby. They’ll say sorry and then they’ll fix him okay? No need to cry anymore.” Namjoon lifted you up and soothingly rubbed your back as you got the last of your sniffles out.

“We’re really sorry (Y/N). It was an accident. Forgive us please?” Taehyung asked with a guilty face.

“Forgive you.” You mumbled back as your eyes slowly started closing. Namjoon smiled and rubbed your back as you slowly lulled yourself to sleep.

“Night night daddy.” You yawned as Namjoon took you to your room for a nap.

“Night night baby. I love you.”

Jimin:

You had told Jimin about you being a little but had never regressed in front of him. He sounded like he was okay with the idea when you first told him but seeing it but be different.

You were still very cautious around him and careful not to slip into little space. A big trigger of yours was being tired or woken up when extremely tired. And unfortunately, that is exactly what happened.

You were calmly napping when you were startled awake by the dorm front door opening. The slam of the front door startled you into little space and you could feel yourself deflate.

“Hey, babe! What’re you doing sleeping out here?” Jimin asked you as he opened the fridge to grab a water bottle.

“Tiwed.” You whined out as you clutched your blanket around your body. You stuck your thumb in your mouth as you watched Jimin walk over to where you are.

“(Y/N) baby. Are you in little space? How old baby?” Jimin asked, unsure of how to respond to you regressing.

You silently hold up 3 fingers signaling your mental age. Jimin smiles softly as he watched your tired eyes peer up at him curiously.

“Dada! Tiwed.” You yawn as if to complete your statement.

“Aw, my poor baby. You just want a nap huh?” Jimin asks as he picks you up and gently rocks you back and forth.

“When you wake up we’ll have to set some rules for you, okay baby?” Jimin tells you as you begin to protest.

“No! No rules! Nap!” You lightly kick your feet as you try to turn in Jimin’s hold.

“Hey, now sweetie! We can go for nap time but you have to be good.” Jimin sternly tells you.

“Okay, dada. Nap time?” You ask, hope to shine in your half-lidded eyes.

“Sure sweetie. Do you want cuddles as well?” Jimin asks as he carries you to your shared room and gently lays you on the bed.

You nod enthusiastically as Jimin lays down next to you. You snuggle up to his warmth and yawn, your eyes slowly falling shut as Jimin kisses your forehead.

“Night night sweetie. I love you.”

Taehyung:

Being little was something you never did around anyone. Not even your boyfriend Taehyung. You weren’t planning on telling him until the day came where you absolutely had to. Unfortunately, today was that day.

You had accidentally slipped into little space due to being stressed. At first, Taehyung didn’t notice until you let something else slip as well.

“(Y/N) babe, do you know where my cell phone is?” Taehyung asked as he walked into the living room where you were.

“Dunno Daddy!”

Taehyung was about to leave when he realized what you had said. He turned back around to question you when he noticed you chewing on the remote.

“Hey hey! That’s not food!” Taehyung said as he pulled said object out of your mouth. You whined and reached towards him for the remote you were so happily chewing on.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong with you today? You’re acting…. Weird.” Taehyung commented a bit unsure.

“Daddy says I weird?” You mumbled as you started tearing up.

“No that’s not what I meant!” Taehyung started trying to explain. He had no idea what to do and started panicking.

“Hey sweetheart, Daddy is sorry okay? That remote isn’t good for your teeth! Let’s find something else okay? How about a blanket okay? That won’t hurt your teeth.” Taehyung mumbled to himself as he ran around trying to find the said blanket. When he came back he gave the blanket to you and watched cautiously as you started happily chewing on said item.

“Can you tell Daddy how you’re feeling baby?” Taehyung asked unsurely.

“I feeling little silly Daddy!” You giggled as you chewed on the blanket.

Taehyung nodded as he pulled his phone out and searched up everything he had told you so far. The only thing that came up was something called little space. He clicked on the first article that leads to a Tumblr page. As he kept reading he noticed that almost everything in the article applied to how you currently were.

“You’re a little baby?” Taehyung asked, looking to you for confirmation.

You nod as you stand up and wobble over to him. Sitting down on his lap you snuggle into his chest as you lightly chew your blanket. It was at this moment that his heart melted. He vowed to do everything in his power to be the best Daddy ever.

“I love you, baby.” Taehyung murmured into your hair.

“Love Daddy too.”

Jungkook:

“(Y/N) is in little space.” Jin walked into the kitchen and announced. The members groaned and started freaking out.

“What are we gonna do? Kookie is gonna be home in like 15 minutes and he doesn’t know (Y/N) is a little!” Jimin fretted as he got up to gather everything for little space that you would need.

“We’re gonna have to tell him sooner or later guys,” Namjoon commented as he sipped his coffee from the island counter.

“Yeah we know but what if Kookie doesn’t like-” Taehyung started to say before being interrupted.

“What if Kookie doesn’t like what?” Jungkook asked as he walked into the kitchen, looking at his Hyungs in confusion.

“Uh- uhm..” Taehyung started stammering.

“(Y/N) is a little and all of us were worried you wouldn’t like it.” Yoongi finally spoke up from where he was sitting at the kitchen table. The rest of the members looked at him in disbelief.

“(Y/N) is a little what?” Jungkook asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“(Y/N) is a little. Meaning they regress in mental age to destress. Littles also typically have a caregiver usually known as Mommy or Daddy.” Namjoon informed Jungkook who seemed to understand. He didn’t notice that Jimin had slipped away during the conversation to go get you from your room.

“Here’s the baby now.” Jimin cooed as he walked into the kitchen with you in his arms. You were looking around with wide eyes and a pacifier in your mouth. When you looked at Jungkook his heart clenched and he felt himself slowly smile.

“Hi, there (Y/N) sweetie.” Jungkook cooed at you as you reached out to go into his arms. Jimin kept his hold on you though and looked at Jungkook skeptically. You whined and stretched out more to go to Jungkook.

“Dada! Want Dada!” You whined.

Everyone froze. You whined again which made Jungkook go over and take you in his arms. You sighed content with where you were. He walked over to the nearest chair and held you in his lap. You snuggled closer to him and yawned as your eyes started closing slowly. He leaned forward to kiss your forehead and whisper to you.

“I don’t know how to be a Daddy but I’ll try my hardest just for you baby. I love you so much.”

You smiled as you drifted off to sleep and he cuddled you closer.

“Well, I see you have everything under control Kookie. Let’s leave them be guys.” Namjoon said as he winked at Jungkook before leaving. The rest of the boys slowly trickled out and left Jungkook with you.

Jungkook kissed your forehead again and smiled. He loved every part of you, even your little side.


Hello, my lovelies. Good news! I’m almost done night school! I just have one more class and then my exam! Wish me luck! After that, I won’t be focusing so much on studying and I’ll have more time for the blog. Because it’s my winter break at the moment, I decided to get this gem posted. Thank you to everyone who waited patiently. I’m trying to get all my requests out ASAP. Again thanks to my lovelies! <3

PS Sorry about Hobi’s being angsty but when I was writtinghis I was sorta thinking about what would happen if one of the boys rejected it and that happened. It’s a good ending fluff though ;)

-Admin Rhi

Slushied

Originally posted by chuckcriss

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin


Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Request: Hi! Idk if your requests are open but imma go for it: can you please do a Sebastian Smythe x reader thing where they are secretly dating because she’s in the New Directions and they wouldn’t approve? But she is the one that gets hit by the rock salt slushee and he gets all worried? You can go off from there! Thanks 

Word count: 1.678

A/N: Hi, sorry for the late post. I had no time in these weeks, unluckily. Anyways, I added some fluff at the end and I hope that you liked it. Honestly, I’m not happy how it turned out, but I had no clue on how to write it. I tried, though.

- G. x


Love is one of the most important things in your life. You’ve always dreamt of having a prince charming since you were still a little innocent child. You would always envy the Disney princesses and you would always ask your mum when was your prince charming going to arrive in your life. You were just so delightful at the thought of it and it caused you to be so thankful when your other half came into your life: Sebastian Smythe.

You loved the idea of having your boyfriend with you, but the situation became unbearable when the both of you had to hide your relationship from your friends.
Sebastian and you were both in a glee club, The Warblers and New Directions. It was just a shame that the two of you went in two different schools and your groups are always in competition, of course.

Sebastian was the leader of the Warblers and he was the most hated member, of course. He was a competitive person and he loved to annoy his opponents, provoking them with his unnecessary insults and ironic stupid jokes.

You found it hard to hide your relationship from your friends, because you couldn’t ask them for any advices or you couldn’t tell them how your date with Sebastian went. Sebastian forced you many times to reveal them your secret relationship, but you knew that your friends would just separate the two of you and they would never approve it. You loved Sebastian, but you loved your friends too and you just didn’t know what to do.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Kurt shouted your name and you finally turned your head to his side. “Finally, the others have already gone!” He rolled his eyes and you snorted for his actions. Kurt was your gay best friend and his mannerisms have always made you laugh, you never knew for what reason.  

“Sorry.” You finally apologized when you stopped crying and laughing at the same time. He knew the reason why you were laughing and he threw you his empty water bottle, dodging it perfectly. “What is it?”

“The Warblers are already in the auditorium. Let’s kick their asses and get this chaos done.” You laughed at his intensions as you stood up from your chair and you walked towards Kurt.

“C’mon and kick their asses.” You agreed smiling, thinking that you will see Sebastian any time soon.

You walked through the auditorium arm-in-arm with Kurt and you started thinking of the mess your boyfriend’s group creating once again. They were competing against your group at the regionals, but then you found out that both of the groups had the idea of doing a Michael Jackson song. Probably it was your fault, because you left your papers lying around your house messily, but there’s no way you are telling you them that fact.

“Oh, hey losers.” Your cheeky boyfriend looked at you and your best friend as you entered the auditorium. Kurt rolled his eyes once again and you gave him a playful death glare, him trying not to let out a laugh.

“Shut up, idiot.” Santana blurted out. “I think it’s time that I show you a little Lima Heights hospitality.”

“Unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” He flashed her a flirty smirk and Santana crossed her arms furiously.

“Smythe, shut your filthy mouth.” You seriously said to him as you went near the auditorium stage. He crossed the line with that offense and he just rolled his eyes, letting you know that the fun has just started. “So why can’t we start fixing this mess?” You stood in the middle of the stage, having Sebastian behind you.

“I demand satisfaction in Warbler tradition.” Sebastian courageously challenged your group.

“Then let’s have a dual.” Kurt sassily answered Sebastian.

“Alright.” Sebastian confidently said, annoying your group members even more.

“We aren’t scared, Warblers.” Artie said as he rolled his wheels forward, nearing himself on the stage.

“You really think you’re that bad?” Sebastian smirked once again. “Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?”

“Let’s get it on.” Blaine then butted in, not minding what Sebastian has said, as the members of both groups went on the stage. People were divided in two big groups as the beat of Michael Jackson’s Bad started to be heard.

New Directions started to sing and dance with the Warblers and you didn’t mind that Sebastian dropped hints of you being together during your performance, also because your friends were busy on showing their best.

The most of the time, you were looking at your boyfriend’s eyes and you wanted to hug him in the middle of the song. You wanted to stop this battle between your group, because it was hard to pretend that you both hated each other and
Sebastian needed to moderate his words, because he really offended people with his sass.

You then lost Sebastian’s gaze, realizing that Kurt pulled you further and he blocked your way from Sebastian. You knew that he noticed the tension between you and Sebastian and he tried to protect you, even though you knew that Sebastian would never hurt you.

You then noticed Sebastian taking out a large white paper cup from a brown paper bag. You corrugated your forehead and you started to walk fast towards him, bumping people when you needed to. You knew that Sebastian could play dirty sometimes and you wanted to stop whatever his plans were.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Kurt shouting, but suddenly the song’s beat faded and you felt a cold and stinging liquid running down your face.

You shouted for pain and sting that you were feeling on your face.

“(Y/N)!” Your friends shouted your name.

You were about to fall on the ground, when you felt two familiar strong arms catch your weak body. You couldn’t see anything and you heard nothing, except for your sharp shouts.

“Fuck, Smythe!” You then heard Kurt, anger in his voice.

“You’re paying for this, Smythe.” You heard Santana’s sassiness. The next thing you heard was that your friends were blaming Sebastian because of what happened.

“Quiet, losers!” You then heard your boyfriend’s loud voice. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“I can’t see and my face stings, Smythe!” You bitterly answered him. How could he ask a question like that when he obviously knew the answer?

“I am sorry,” You sensed the sadness and the regret from his voice. “it was my fault.”

“I knew it was yours, douche.” You answered him sassily, still bearing with the pain.

“Can you open your eyes?” It was Artie’s voice.

“No, don’t! It had rock salt in it.” Sebastian worriedly answered. You felt him wiping your sticky cheeks and you felt cold when the ice went inside your shirt. Your face was still stinging but the pain was bearable than before. “I’m really sorry.”

“You better be, Fievel.” I then felt someone’s hands held my forearm. “Let her go now.”

“No, I’m bringing her to the hospital,” Sebastian protested. “Whether you like it or not.”

“You hurt her.” Santana fought back, still having her hands holding your forearm. “She’s not safe with you.”

“It wasn’t meant for her, it was meant for your loser friend, Kurt.” Sebastian replied harshly. While your friends and your boyfriend were busy on discussing of what happened, you silently thought of how everything happened. The insults that your boyfriend was receiving from your friends just flew across your ears.

“Seb, I am cold.” You suddenly felt cold and you tightened your grip on your boyfriend’s arms. You felt him wrapping his arms around your cold body and you enjoyed the warm temperature that his body gave you, as you heard your friends commenting of how you called him and, obviously, for his gesture.

You were angry at Sebastian for his stupid and brainless actions, but you knew that he was regretting it and it wasn’t meant for you. He did something wrong, of course, and you are not tolerating him once you get better, but he was by your side, worrying. He cared for you and you knew that he always did, even after all those playful insults he told you in front of your friends.

“I’m bringing you to the hospital now, mon bébé.” You massacred your lower lip with your white teeth when you heard how he called you in front of your friends. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“Mon bébé?!” Your friends shouted in unison.

“Oui, mon bébé!” Sebastian confirmed that you two were in a relationship and you heard your friends talking about it. You then felt Sebastian carrying you in a bridal style, assuming that he was finally bringing you to the hospital.

“I’m sorry, love.” You heard him say, noises weren’t heard anymore as the cold breeze of the outside air hit your freezing cold body.

“Asshole.” You playfully insulted him and you laughed afterwards.

“Okay, I deserved that.” He let out a giggle as he put you on his car’s passenger seat.

“You better know it.” You pouted and he let out another giggle.

“Stay still.” You did what he told you to do and you heard the car’s door slammed.

“I love you, (Y/N)!” He sweetly said as he caressed your sweet and red cheeks.

“You’re not buying my love just like that, Smythe, even though you’re worrying for me.” You didn’t hear him talk for awhile, but then you laughed out loud. “You’re in serious troubles.”

“I know.” He shortly answered.

“And I love you too.” You then smiled at him and you felt his warm lips touched your sticky and sweet forehead.

“I know that too.” You both snorted as he started his car.

You knew that Sebastian was an asshole, but you loved him just like that. He never meant to hurt you, but whenever he did, even though it was an accident, he was always by your side and he will never leave you, not even after he accidentally revealed your secret relationship.


Shorts (Isaac Lahey Imagine)

Summary: So you brought these amazing shorts at Y/F/S (your favourite/favorite shop) and they look amazing on you, Isaac thinks so too. But when you wear them to school, Isaac can’t keep his hands off of you.

Pairing: Isaac X Reader 

Warning: Slight Smut

Fandom: Teen Wolf 

Season: Season 3 PA

Originally posted by laheys-girl

~*~*~*~ 

“So what do you think?” You asked Isaac your boyfriend. You both decided to go shopping for clothes, he wanted to but more scarves to go with his winter coats (which he looks hot in btw). And you did manage to buy scarves…a lot I should say.  

Isaac hums as he looks at the shorts. They were the colour/color of jungle faded green with the fabric of cotton, which they’re really comfortable by the way.  

“They look perfect on you, they match the grey scarf and the denim blue jacket that you’re wearing too. And the white shirt on it makes it look incredible.” He said as you laugh at him. He frowns as he looks at you. “What? Is it bad that I know some fashion taste Y/N?” He said as you smile widely and walk over towards him.  

“No, it’s a good thing.” You said as you brushed your lips against his own as he places his arms around your waist. You pull away and smile at him. “I’ll get them then. And then after that, want some Mexican?” You asked as he didn’t even need to think. 

“You don’t ask me a stupid question like that, scarves and Mexican food are my life.“  

~*~*~  

So you brought the shorts, and your wearing them at school too. All the boys wouldn’t stop look at you, because of them shorts. And let’s just say that… Isaac is totally jealous. Especially when he catches some boy staring, he immediately gives them a death stare or threatens them. Let’s just say that some of the boys are now terrified of Isaac. 

Isaac wasn’t having some horny teenage boys touch his girlfriend, you are his, his girlfriend. And he’s gonna make sure that everyone knows that you’re his. 

~*~*~*~ 

You went to your locker to grab your books out for today. You pull out your maths textbook and exercise book, your history book and English book. Oh the joy of school is carrying so much stuff but then putting it in your locker (lucky we don’t have lockers at my school). 

You close your locker but then all of a sudden you feel a body pressed against your own. His strong arms placed gently against your hips, his strong built body pressed against your own, his soft yet wet lips pressed against your neck. You knew who this is, well because you can tell that he’s slouching down just to kiss your neck. It was your tall giant of a boyfriend Isaac Lahey.

“Isaac!” You moan as he bites down harder on your soft delicate skin. “Isaac stop!” You push him away giggling at him, your small hand on his built chest. “We’re at school.” You said, stating the obvious.

“Well, who’s fault is it to wear those shorts?” He says in a husky voice making you bite down on your lip, blushing like a maniac. He grabs your hand and starts walking, you drop your books since he’s basically dragging you like a rag doll. 

~*~*~*~ 

You and Isaac walk into the boys locker room where you both can have privacy. Isaac pushes you against the wall, sucking your neck making you moan as he finds your sweet spot. You place your knee on his thigh as his hand goes up your shirt. 

You gasp feeling his slender hands creep up there. You can basically feel him smirking against you. He stops kissing your neck and removes the shirt off of you. He stays still staring at you. You started to feel uncomfortable and awkward. You blushed as you try to cover yourself up, but Isaac stops you by grabbing your hands. 

“What are you doing?” You ask in a whisper making him chuckle at you. He pulls your hands down and he stares down at you (well he’s a giant duh!) 

“I’m admiring you, you’re beautiful.” He says sweetly as you blush, you smile sheepishly as you look away from him. He lifts your chin to make you face him, his beautiful crystal blue eyes look straight down at your own beautiful E/C. “I love you.” He says out of the blue as he kisses your neck. 

“I love you too.“ 

~*~*~*~

“Guys I think that Y/N is missing!” Exclaims Stiles as he looks over at his friends, Scott frowns at him as Stiles rolls his eyes and shows him your books that you dropped earlier. “I think she was kidnapped?” He said as Lydia frowns at him. 

“But Y/N can take care of herself, she’s a hunter remember?!” She said as Allison nods looking over at her. 

“Yeah but what if it was the Derach? What if that thing got her?” Stiles said as he starts to freak out, possibly having an heart attack. 

“Wait.” Scott says as everyone stays silent. He then looks up at everyone. “She’s still here.” He said as Stiles sighs in relief. 

“Well thank god!“ 

“She’s in trouble! Same with Isaac!” Scott said as he starts running, Stiles stares having a look saying ‘are you serious?’ And then starts chasing after him, not long with Lydia and Allison behind him. 

"I don’t really care about Isaac.” 

“Stiles!”

~*~*~*~ 

“Isaac!” You moaned as he shoves into you on the wall. Your hands on his back, making marks on him that will soon heal. But for you, this won’t heal until about a month or so? His lips are attached onto your neck, making love marks on there so everyone knows that you’re his and no one can have you. 

He pulls out of you breathing heavily as he places his head on your shoulder to rest, your head leans back against the wall. You take time to adjust what just happen, you try to catch and settle your breathing but after what you just witnessed, it might take some time. 

“I love you.” Isaac says kissing your lips softly but passionately, it was like the last time you’ll ever kiss him. 

“I love you too.” You say between breaths making him chuckle. He gets up and throws you your clothes as you catch them and started to get dressed. 

You managed to put on your panties, bra and shirt while Isaac puts his boxers on. Then all of a sudden you heard a door slamming and running. 

“Y/N! ARE YOU HERE?! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” You hear a frantic Stiles yell, you then look up to see Stiles, Scott, Lydia and Allison looking at you and Isaac not even fully dressed yet. 

Stiles stopped dead in his tracks as he sees you without any pants and Isaac just wearing his boxers. 

“Oh god, Isaac put some clothes on.” Stiles says shielding his eyes away from the both of you. 

“Oh Stiles you’re just jealous that I have more muscles than you.” Isaac remarks as he puts pants on. You stand there like an idiot blushing like a maniac. 

“Clearly you guys aren’t in trouble. Just two hormonal teenagers.” Lydia says but mumbles the last part as she walks out, same with Allison and Scott. 

“We do not speak of this out side of this room got it!” Stiles says as Isaac folds his arms and leans against a wall. 

“Sure.” He says as Stiles walks out running to catch up with Scott. 

You and Isaac look at each other as you walk over towards the mirror and looked at the marks on your neck, your eyes widen. 

You soon feel Isaac against you hugging you from behind. But you had other ideas. You turn and slap Isaac on his bare chest making him hiss. He looks at you confuse like a puppy. 

“What was that for?” He asked you as you raise a brow look at him.

“How am I gonna cover these up Isaac?” You say as you try to cover them up with your hair. But Isaac had other ideas. He moves your hands away and moves your hair away as well. 

“Don’t, I want to let everyone know that you’re mine.” He says smiling as you blush. Isaac then walks over to grab his shirt and your shorts as he throws them at you which you managed to catch. “Oh, and don’t wear them shorts in school. Or I’ll find something to punish you.” He says smirking at you. 

You stand there blushing and biting down on your lip as you put your shorts back on. 

I guess that you can’t ever wear those shorts again?

Masterlist

anonymous asked:

Headcannon where MC refuse to answer any phonecalls or talk to RFA+V+Saeran because she has toothache and don't want to tell them because she had been warned not to eat too much sweets by them. But the gang misunderstood, thinking that MC ignoring them or mad at them??

WELL, HERE’S AN ACTUAL POST =^=

I didn’t do Jaehee because I think she’d be really calm and understanding, and wait patiently until you eventually tell her—although she’d still be slightly nervous for the entire time until you revealed the truth. 

Same with V (especially V, he would probably just quietly blame himself until your toothache gets better so you can tell him…)

But here you go~!

–R.I.

Yoosung

  • You’d already been ignoring him all day
  • Usually you’d cheerfully reply to him as soon as he sent the messages
  • He was beginning to worry if he had done something wrong
  • After all… he had lied to you about not playing LOLOL last night, in exchange that you wouldn’t eat sweets…
  • Oh no. Maybe you found out about his lie.
  • He left hundreds, woah, wait it just became thousands, of voicemails on your phone
  • “MC!! I DIDN’T MEAN TO, I SWEAR! PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!”
  • “I WON’T EVER LIE AGAIN, JUST DON’T IGNORE ME…”
  • “Why won’t you return my calls >_<”
  • “MC… I’ll give up LOLOL if you would just talk to me!”
  • “Please… I’m sorry for breaking my promise….”
  • As his voicemails blasted from your phone one after the other, you felt more and more clueless—what in the world was he talking about?
  • Seriously, what crime had he committed to apologize so intensely? Your phone had been vibrating the entire f*cking morning.
  • When your phone rang AGAIN, you picked it up
  • “DAMMIT Yoosung, SHUT UP ALREADY!! It’s not my fault if you committed a crime! Don’t drag me into this!”
  • You hung up angrily, glaring at your phone as you rubbed on the outside of your poor, poor toothache.
  • Meanwhile:
  • Yoosung was tearing up from your phone call. S-she considers it a crime…? NOOOOOO!!
  • “I’LL NEVER LIE AGAIIIIIIN!!!” he bawled
  • And the misunderstandings only continued to grow.
  • (But your tooth felt better!!)

Zen

  • “Baaaabe… why won’t you talk to me?”
  • You’d cancelled out on a date, and you hadn’t talked to him the entire day PLUS you hadn’t answered his nightly phone calls—it was a TRADITION between the two of you, TRADITION!!
  • Now Zen was at your door, half sobbing as you refused to let him inside the apartment.
  • You were suffering from a toothache, and you really really didn’t want to talk to him right now
  • He’d even been telling you yesterday, “Babe, I know you love sweets but it’s not good to eat too many! If you really need something sweet… you can have me, instead!”
  • …to which you pushed him aside and took another cookie from behind him.
  • Zen’s knocking persisted, “I know you’re in there! Please come out? We can talk about it… Was it a fake scandal or something? You know I only love you… It must be a misunderstanding, let’s talk, okay?”
  • He was starting to sound desperate, and you almost felt sorry for him… BUT.
  • Yes, BUT, your pride still won over your sympathy. There was no way you were going to let him know that he had been right, that you shouldn’t have eaten so many sweets.
  • His knocking suddenly stopped when another door slammed open- probably your neighbour’s.
  • The familiar old lady’s voice shouted, “STOP KNOCKING AT THE DOOR, YOUNG MAN! IF YER CHEATING AND UNFAITHFUL, IT’S YER OWN DAMN FAULT, EH, PRETTY BOY? LEAVE ‘ER ALONE AND STOP YER WHININ’!”
  • You could almost hear Zen’s jaw drop to the ground
  • He would never cheat on you.
  • “What the- no stop, don’t touch me!” Zen shrieked.
  • The old lady’s voice came again, “Oh my, come to think of it, you’re actually quite handsome… Well, since you’re a naughty, unfaithful lad anyway, why don’t you come with me?”
  • “NO! STOP! MC!!!! SAVE ME, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR”
  • “MC?! GOD SEVEN? HELL, EVEN JUMIN HAN!! I’ll forgive you for everything, even your inability to see my beauty, just please save me…”
  • Screams of agony filled the apartment building.

Jumin

  • “MC. Don’t eat all the sweets at once, you’ll get a toothache, okay?” he said calmly as he gifted you a box of assorted candy.
  • That had been what he told you last night, to which you had carelessly nodded to without really paying attention. You really regretted not listening to him now—but there was no way you would let him have the satisfaction of being right.
  • You proceeded to lock yourself in the room for the day so you wouldn’t have to face him. When he called you to say he’d be coming home from work soon, you only hummed a short reply. “Mhm…”
  • Concerned by your short, seemingly distant reply, he arrived home almost immediately after the call.
  • In swift, long strides, he’s walked to the door of your bedroom, knocking every now and then.
  • “MC..? Are you feeling sick?” Knock knock.
  • “Should I call a doctor?” Knock knock knock.
  • “Do you need Elizabeth the 3rd?” Knock knock.
  • “I’m sorry for hogging her last night. I promise to share her wonderful embodiment of fur with you the next time.” Knock.
  • “Or are you, perhaps, hungry…? Oh. Could it be your time of the month? I have heard women tend to be grumpy and irritabl-“
  • You swung open the door, glaring at him. “Hmph!” you grunted, refusing to open your mouth to reply.
  • He stared.
  • And stared.
  • …and stared.
  • “PFFT!” then he burst out laughing. “GYAHAHAHAH—you! You look! HAHAHAHH!!”
  • What the- who died and replaced the serious, dull Jumin Han with this out of character laughing freak??
  • Seriously, this guy’s sense of humour was whack.

Seven

  • The number that you are trying to reach is not available right now. Please call again later.
  • The number that you are trying to reach-
  • The number that you-
  • The nu-
  • Beeeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeep…
  • All seven of Seven’s phones couldn’t get in contact with you right now.
  • He knew that you were home—the GPS on your phone showed it! And you hadn’t left your house today either, according to his security cameras. (Stalker alert lololol)
  • Instead of trying to bother you more, he began to sulk in the corner of his dark, dark room.
  • I don’t deserve her.
  • She probably hates me now.
  • Mushrooms were growing on top of his head as each thought made him more and more depressed.
  • It’s no wonder… I didn’t share the last Honey Buddha Chips with her yesterday…
  • MC -
  • His phone suddenly rang, showing your caller ID.
  • “MC?!” he exclaimed excitedly.
  • Seeeveeeen… I can’t take it anymore!” your muffled voice came through the speaker. “My tooth… It hurts too much!! I’m sorry I ate all your boxes of Honey Buddha Chips… Ugghh…”
  • WHAT!?!
  • “WHAT DID YOU SAY?” he shouted, eyes widening in horror.
  • No. NO. That can’t be!
  • Seven fainted.

Saeran

  • Poke. Poke. Poke.
  • He snickered as he poked against your cheek, knowing that you were biting back tears from your painful toothaches.
  • “Grrr,” you growled at him angrily, narrowing your eyes as you pouted.
  • Say it. Tell me I was right. I waaarned you what would happen if you ate too much candy, didn’t I?” he sighed in mock pity.
  • You shook your head furiously, stubbornly refusing.
  • “MC~ I won’t give you the numbing medicine if you don’t say it~” he teased, grinning.
  • You let out a whiny whimper from your throat, giving him your best puppy look face, trying to look pitiful. Instead, this lil asshole only laughed at you.
  • Still, you kept your mouth shut.
  • “Tsk, fine, be that way,” he sighed dramatically, an amused glint in his eyes.
  • But you actually did continue to ignore him, for the entire day. He began to worry if you were really mad at him, and he poked his head into your room to check up on you quietly, not wanting to say anything that could upset you. (It was so cute, awwh)
  • Truthfully, your toothache was even worse now, and you didn’t even have the motivation to let him know that you weren’t mad.
  • So when you woke up the next morning, you found breakfast and ice cream on your table, with a little note next to it.
  • I’m sorry about yesterday, will you forgive me?’
  • Awwww, Saeran~!!
the last ten months

prompt: the last ten months of your relationship with lin and he shows up at your doorstep

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

word count: 2,790 someoNE TAKE THE ALPHABET AWAY FROM ME

warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing probably, lil bit of angst

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this but lemme know what u think xoxoxoxo 


now

You heard the knock on your door but tried to ignore it. It was 2:03 a.m., and you had a show tomorrow. When the pounding got louder, you groaned. Grumbling, you blindly patted your nightstand looking for your glassed. Pushing them onto your face, you pulled yourself towards the door.

You had barely hiked up your sweats by the time you saw him.

Lin.

He was soaked to the bone, dripping on your front step. You had to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing this right, the previous ten months flashing before you as he breathed out:

“Y/N.”


ten months before.

You had been studying there for no more than an hour when the door chimed. Usually, you were the only one here. The coffee shop was practically off the grid and on the verge of going bankrupt, so the signal of a customer surprised you. Nevertheless, you went back to studying for your chemistry exam.

But when you heard his laugh, your head shot up. He was on the phone. You tried to go back to your work again.

Each time though, it got harder and harder to solve the never ending equations in front of you. Sighing, you threw your pencil down. 

The brunette two tables away turned. Sheepishly, you mumbled an apology. He had his computer out now, probably working on something. He smiled though, something you don’t see often enough in New York.

“Whatcha working on?” he added before you could ignore him.

You looked down at your work before responded, “Chemistry,” you sighed.

“Yikes,” he laughed, “I failed that as a sophomore.”

That made you grin, turning a little so you could see him more clearly.

“What about you?” you pushed. His smiled grew, making your chest swirl,

“This,” he said, patting his computer, “is my current pride and joy.”

Your eyebrows shot up, interested.

“I’m writing a musical.” he said. You instinctively leaned forward, wanting to hear more. “It’s about Alexander Hamilton.”

“First Secretary of Treasury.” 

His eyes lit up, “Yeah!”

He moved his chair closer, “I’m Lin,” he said as he extended his hand.

“Y/N,” you smiled.


nine months before

He saw you again. Every day for a month. He would sit in his seat, maintaining his distance, not wanting to push you. He showed up every day at three and got nervous when you weren’t there. Once, after about three weeks of this, he this slip. You blushed at his concern. However, knowing that you weren’t going to be there today, you left a note for the barista.

He arrived at the cafe, immediately searching for you, ready to share his new ideas with you for the show. When he saw the empty cafe, he panicked. 

“Chill, dude. She left you a note,” the barista said, pointing to your usual table. Sure enough, there was a white piece of paper labeled: Lin

He rushing to read it, he nearly tripped over the chair in front of him. The barista rolled her eyes at him. 

Reaching the paper, his eyes scanned the words quickly.

Lin -

I have an interview today. I’ll see you tomorrow. Finish Helpless - I can’t get it out of my head and I won’t be satisfied until I hear the ending. 

Always,

Y/N

ps: barista is grumpy today. play nice.

Lin smiled at the letter. He read it over and over, and practically had it memorized by the time he ordered his coffee. He was trying, really. He was trying really hard not to fall for you. But every time he saw you, he couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or if it just started beating really, really fast.


eight months before

Coffee has progressed. He had convinced you to go to a sandwich place downtown, and then a bookstore, and then his apartment. Nothing was labeled, and that seemed to make it both easier and harder.

Easier in the sense that you knew if you said something wrong, he wouldn’t flip. Harder in the sense that all you wanted was to feel his smirk against your lips.

Lin was banging working on a new song for the show as you read. Eventually, he got frustrated and slammed his hands on the keys, causing you to jump. He mumbled an apology, embarrassed. 

You offered a small smile, getting up and walking towards him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and his instinctively reached for them. You felt your heart flutter.

“Play it for me,” you tried.

He huffed, “It sucks.”

You shrugged, “Play it anyways.” And so he did. You made him slide over so you could side beside him on the piano bench. He felt your head fall on his shoulder. Lin didn’t even realize when his hand left the keys and grasped your own.

You didn’t leave until midnight, and he had almost convinced you to stay over. But you declined, you had an interview tomorrow. Before you left, he kissed your cheek. 

When you woke up the following morning, you still hadn’t stopped blushing.


seven months before

He felt different. Maybe it was the way your dress held to you, maybe it was the fact it was Valentines day. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t defined the relationship. Maybe it was the bottle of red wine you two split. Maybe it was you. But Lin was far too warm.

It was probably the alcohol.

It was most definitely you.

The day before, he had offered to take you out for dinner “as friends.” You obliged, happy to spend time with him. The two of you had become practically inseparable, almost everyone noticing. 

Your roommate, Kate, had even forced you into some red dress that nearly two sizes too small. Still, the look Lin gave you when you walked towards him that night made the fact that you couldn’t breathe manageable. 

“You look stunning,” he gushed.

That night, he kissed you. 

You were standing on the doorstep to your apartment, positive Kate was waiting up for you. He hadn’t made a move, and you almost left. But then his eyes were on you, and then his hands were, and then his lips were. 

Feverishly, you clutched onto his jacket, pulling him flush against you. You could feel his smile against your lips. You were flying.

As he walked home, - well, more like skipped home - he texted his buddy Anthony.

to: anthony

Is ten minutes too soon to call?

from: anthony

How much do you like her?

to: anthony

Way more than I probably should.

from: anthony

Then you should’ve called her five minutes ago.


six months before

Some called it sexual tension, some called it chemistry. You called it teasing, he called it a curse. 

So, after making out with him nearly every night - because God, that boy was a fantastic kisser - you started to feel a little guilty; maybe he wanted more.

You remembered stressing about it the night before. You absolutely wanted to sleep with him. Just the thought of his hands on you had you dropped into a puddle. 

Still, you weren’t sure if he’d like you after. What if all he wants is sex? What if I’m not that good? He’s going to leave me.

Stop it, you thought. Lin wasn’t like that…right?

Right.

When you rang his doorbell the following day, he was wearing a teeshirt and sweats. Still, seeing you all dressed up in the maroon dress Kate had picked out the night before, he panicked.

“Did I forget we had a date? You look beautiful - I can go change. God, you look beautiful -” he was rambling.

You laughed lightly and shook your head. Walking into his apartment, you swallowed your pride.

“We need to have sex.”

He gaped, stumbling over his words, “Uh -”

You held a hand up, “We need to have sex.”

He took a step towards you. Bashfully, he muttered something to his feet. Immediately, you turned, “What?”

“I’m not ready,” he said again, this time stronger. 

You blanched, repeating yourself, “What?”

“I really, really like you. And I want to have sex with you, God - I want to have sex with you, but I don’t want to ruin it if we do. I want it to be special with you, because - because, you’re special.”

You paused before taking his hand, “I thought I was making you wait. I didn’t want you to leave me because we weren’t having sex.”

Lin’s smile calmed your nerves, “I’m not going anywhere.”


five months before

Being with him was like standing too close to the sun. Your whole body was constantly burning, but there was never a dull moment. Everything was always moving with him. He was kinetic energy.

But your favorite moments were the ones at piece. Where the furniture, people, lives around you were in constant motion, but you were there. With him. Calm.

He was the eye of the hurricane; everything was quiet, for just a moment.

Times like these were rare: when his hips rolled over yours; when he would ask to try on your glasses to make fun of how blind you were; when he would buy your favorite ice cream, knowing you wouldn’t pick it up yourself; when you had to wear a scarf to cover up last night’s kisses; when he held you.

They were small, but they made your chest feel light and your toes tingle. So when he came home that night, pizza in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other, you couldn’t shake the thought of loving him. You couldn’t shake the thought that this man was changing your life and you were doing exactly what you told yourself not to do: falling in love with him.

Still, just a week he said it first. He didn’t mean to. He was hanging up the phone with you when it happened.

“I’ve got to stay late today,” he said. He was at a workshop for Hamilton, the play finally coming together. 

“Okay,” you said, working around the kitchen. You had planned to cook, but now that he wouldn’t be home for a while, you grabbed a box of CheeseItz and sat on the couch.

Lin signed something Karen had brought over, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

“I miss you.”

You heard him chuckle lightly, “I miss you more.”

“Get back to work,” you teased.

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Yep.”

“Love you.”

“Bye.”

You had both hung up before you realized what happened. Calling back so quickly, he had barely hung up the phone.

“Babe?” he asked, concerned.

“I love you too.”


four months before

You two had a big fight. It was bad. Your words were sharp as angry tears streamed down your face. 

It was the first time in weeks that you had slept at your own apartment, slamming his door on the way out. 

Kate held you as you cried, forcing you to turn off your phone as the endless dings only made you cry harder.

You didn’t sleep that night, so when you walked into the coffee shop, desperately in need of caffeine, you nearly broke down again at the sight of him.

Clearly, he hadn’t slept either. His hair was sticking up and his eyes were tired. The bags under them seemed to grow each day after work, but today seemed especially bad. 

He sat at the table, nursing a cup of coffee. Beside him was a bouquet of peonies next to him. You couldn’t mute the quick intake of air, snapping his eyes to yours. After a beat, he stood and took a step closer you. 

Simultaneously, you blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

He held you that night. And it was all you needed.


three months before

Lin left the week before. He was doing an interview in California and wouldn’t be back until the following Friday.

You were bored, honestly. You were bored of a quiet house. But worse than being bored? You missed him.

God, you missed him like hell. You missed the sound of his voice. You missed his endless piano playing. You missed his sweet notes you found of the counter when you woke up after him. You missed Sunday morning breakfasts where he would make blueberry pancakes and kiss you, tasting like maple syrup. You missed his warmth at night. You missed him.

So when your phone vibrated around 4:30 in the morning the following day, you checked it immediately.

from: Lin
I love you

You laughed lightly before your phone went off again.

from: Lin
I didn’t say that enough today


two months before

“What if they don’t like me?” you asked anxiously, refusing to get out of the car.

“Y/N, you have nothing to worry about. They are going to adore you.” 

You bounced your leg. He wanted you to meet his parents. Tugging slightly at your dress, you huffed before taking his hand. He shut the door behind you, pushing you against it.

“They,” he started, kissing your nose.

“Are,” Your forehead.

“Going.” Cheek.

“To.” Jaw.

“Love…” Neck - you stopped him, pushing lightly. You knew if he kept going, he was going to get whatever he wanted. So, with the dignity you had left, you stalked in front of him and made sure to sway your hips a little more than usual. He whistled before running to catch up with you.

(For the record, they did love you.)


one month before

He told you this might happen. He did. He told you that the play was gaining popularity and that if it were anything like In The Heights, it might be crazy. You didn’t expect him to be gone so much though. 

But as nights got later, and weekends away got longer, you started to worry if he had forgotten about you. 

Your fears rang true when he forgot to call home and tell you he was flying to Vegas for an interview.

Lin called the following day when he remembered that he said he would call… yesterday. He was even more scared when you didn’t yell at him. When your voice was calm. It was so calm, that he almost missed it.

“I can’t do this anymore.”


now

“Y/N,” he breathed.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there. After a moment more of the only sound being the rain pounding on the roof, you sighed. 

You shook your head, “No.”

“Wait -” he tried, but you stopped him. 

This time, sharper, “No. You - you don’t get to do that. You can’t just disappear from my life and leave me and then a month later come back and pretend like everything is okay and that I’m just going to forget how bad you hurt me -”

“Y/N, let me explain -”

“No! You don’t get to. You don’t get to stand here, all… all wet and sad and expect me to just accept it!” He was getting closer.

“Y/N -”

“No!” You tried to shut the door, angry tears running down your face. He stopped you, dripping on your door mat.

“Y/N, you don’t know how hard I’ve tried to walk away. You don’t know how hard I’ve tried to forget your smile and your laugh and your touch but, but God, I can’t! Okay? I can’t.” You had stopped pushing him by now.

“Every day, I go to work and I sing these songs and I do these interviews and all I can think about is you. All I can think about is how awful I was at the end and how much I need you in my life, okay?” You were barely breathing.

“Every day, I sit and wonder: how the hell did I let you slip away? How the hell did I let the best thing that has ever happened to me slip away?” He had started to pace.

“Every day, you were perfect. Every day, you loved me no matter the mistakes I made. And every day, I left. And every damn day, you stayed. And God, I should’ve stayed. God, I should’ve stayed.” He stopped, turning to face you. You took a step forward.

“God, I should’ve stayed,” he managed before you cut him off, pushing your lips onto his. You weren’t sure if the water on his face was from the rain or his tear, but you clutched him like he was going to disappear into thin air at a moments notice. 

“You’re here now,” you finally said. Your lungs burned. Your eyes burned. Your heart burned. Everything burned. But he was there. And he held you. And he stayed.


BTS reacting to you leaving after a fight.

Kim Namjoon:
He watched you pack your bags with shaking eyes and not said anything to you, too scared of the consequences. When you walked past him with tears streaming down your reddened cheeks, something inside of him died a little by the realization of what your argument has caused.

He ran after you out the house and grabbed you by your hand, turning you around to him. “Where are you going?” He asked with a trembling voice, feeling his eyes well up. “I never meant for this to go as far as it did. Don’t leave before we’ve talked this out.” He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms tightly around your body, too scared that you might run away if he let go.

Kim Seokjin:
He nervously paced up and down the empty apartment, the silence almost driving him insane. He dialed your number constantly, his heart dropping a little further whenever it goes straight to voice mail. 
He dropped down on the bed, throwing the lamp off the bedside table in frustration as thunder rolled in from the east. 

He felt terrible for letting you go that easily and a lonely tear rolling down his cheek gave away the pain he felt inside. Suddenly he heard the front door slam shut and rushed back into the kitchen to find you standing in drenched clothes, your eyes bloodshot from crying. He didn’t give it a second thought and run over to you, holding your body close to his. “This shouldn’t have happened Y/N. I was worried sick. Please don’t ever leave me again.”

Min Yoongi:
He let you go at first, thinking that you’d come back after letting out what you didn’t want him to see. After a while, he started to become anxious about his decision of letting you go without telling him where you’re heading. He tried to call you but the minute it went to voice mail, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and ran out the shared apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. 

He ran down the empty street, rain hitting the ground with force and soaking his clothes entirely. When he wanted to give up, he noticed a lonely silhouette sitting on the bench across from the coffee shop he took you for your first date, her hair drenched in rain. He let out a sigh in relief and ran over to you, putting his jacket around your shoulders before kneeling down in front of you. “Honestly if we ever decide to fight again, let’s agree not to run away during storms again.”

Jung Hoseok:
His jaw dropped the minute he noticed you packing your suitcase with tears streaming down your now pale cheeks. He gulped, nervous to ask you the question he held back for so long. “Where are you going?” He mumbled, feeling the familiar knot in his stomach tightening. “We need a break.” You answered, your voice cracking. 

As you walked past, Hoseok got ahold of your arm and pulled you back towards him, his gaze meeting yours. “You can’t just run away and pretend that it’ll be okay eventually. If you leave now, I don’t think we’ll ever find a solution to any of our problems and this love is going to waste.”

Kim Taehyung:
He slammed down his hand on the door in front of you, causing it to fall shut again. You jumped slightly and felt his heavy breathing against your neck. You turned around to notice him standing behind you, his lips trembling. A smile tugged on his lips as his eyes met yours. “If you’re really doing this, at least tell me where you’re going.” He said with a threatening tone, inching closer until his lips were only a hairs-breadth away from yours. 

“Tell me that where you’re going you’ll be safe and that I don’t have to lose sleep worrying about you even if this was in the end, your decision. Tell me that I won’t have to drive hours on time just to find you stranded on the side of the road like a wild animal?”

Park Jimin:
He chase after you, screaming your name at the top of his lungs but you didn’t bare to stop, you wanted to flee from him for a while. You dragged the suitcase behind you, sobbing violently as you thought about what has removed this final thread that caused you to leave. 

You stopped dead in your step when a hand grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. Jimin’s eyes locked with yours, he didn’t dare to look away. A single tear rolled down his cheek, his eyes glistening with frustration. “Is it that easy to you? Am I that easy to you? Do you think that I’ll just apologize for saying what’s on my mind because you’re threatening to run away? Because if that’s the case, you’re right…” His voice cracked, another tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another one and another one. “Stay with me until the end of time, princess.”

Jeon Jungkook:
He watched the door fall shut, his breath becoming short as reality hit him. You really left. He heard the engine starting and watched the car pull out of the driveway. He slid against the door and ran his hand through his hair, letting out a loud sigh.  A single tear slid down from his warm, butterscotch eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it’s way down his pale cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of him for all this time but still he did not make a sound.

He waited a little longer, pacing down the apartment for hours on time, nervously holding onto his phone, anxiously waiting for a sign from you. Anger raised inside of him by the thought that he has caused you to put yourself under such danger. Suddenly, a burst of anger rushed through his body and he threw his phone against the wall, watching it break into pieces. He screamed out loudly, not wanting to accept reality. “This can’t be. No. Why did she leave so easily? Why did I not stop her?”

Please Don’t Leave Me (buckyxreader)

Originally posted by ryan-reynolds

Summary: Bucky comes knocking on your door months after he broke up with you, only to ask you out one more time.

Word Count: 470

Warnings: a break up, fluff if you squint really hard


“What are you doing here?” you asked, swallowing down the lump in your throat as you stood in your living room, hand on the doorknob, ready to close it on the man standing in front of you with pleading eyes.

“I just wanted to come by and see if you were okay after… after everything.” He stuttered, shuffling his feet on the hallway carpet. There was no way in hell you would allow him back into your life, into your heart again. 

“When are you going to realise I don’t care what you have to say anymore?”

“Y/N, please,” he begged, dropping his hands to his sides, allowing the small bouquet of flowers to drop on the ground next to him. “Please, let me explain myself.”

“Explain what, exactly? Bucky, you flat out told our friends you stopped loving me a long time ago. You lied to me for months. When you love someone, as you claimed to love me, you said you’d never stop. You said we’d be together forever. You said you’d never allow another person into your heart. You told me you loved me. What do you want me to say about that?”

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Reddie First Kiss

The color of the sky outside of Richie’s bedroom window was a hazy orange, the color of watered down soda at a cheap diner. Staring out at it calmed Eddie’s nerves as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the other boy to come back from the kitchen with the snacks he had promised. Eddie couldn’t quite understand why he was so nervous, he was 16 for Pete’s sake and had been in Richie’s room too many times to count.

And yet here he was staring into the sheets of Richie’s unmade bed halfway between wanting to take a puff from his inhaler to get over what a mess it was and wanting to bury his head in the covers just to get a hint of the soapy smell of Richie’s hair. Dizzy with indecision and the plaid of the pillow cover Eddie heard Richie’s voice shout from the hall and felt his heart rise up in his throat, he pushed it down quick almost wishing he didn’t have to.

“Okay I will!…No they’ll be over later!…No!…NO. MOM NO WE’RE PARTNERS…It’s a project!…They’ll ring the bell!…Thanks mom!”

The door slammed open and Eddie mentally slapped himself to get back into character, the mild-mannered best friend working on a history project; stressed out, distant, and occasionally conversational. Also very secretly in what Bill called ‘love’ but Eddie wouldn’t believe that for a second. In love with the Trashmouth? Give me a break—

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Richie said walking into the room carrying a box of cookies under one arm and two glasses of milk in his hands. He pushed his glasses up on his nose with his wrist and smiled that goofy crooked smile that made Eddie’s heart sing.

Holy fuck.

Eddie cleared his throat and pulled his eyes back to his notebook where he noticed a old doodle on the bottom corner of the page of his and Richie’s initials inside an arrow-impaled heart. The book was closed and thrown in his bag to be burned at a later date.

“Well you were the one in the kitchen,” Eddie said ignoring how close Richie decided to collapse next to him. It took everything he had to keep from moving the strand of hair that was stuck to the side of his glasses. “I thought you were bringing saltines.”

“Yea I thought about it and then I remembered that saltines are for losers, Eds. This stuff is the real deal.” He said handing him a glass of milk, Eddie rested it on the side table next to him. “Besides, I love you.”

The world spun out of control as Eddie fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor. Gripping his inhaler he took a swing panting only half aware that Richie was trying to hoist him back on the bed.

“Jesus Eddie, are you okay?” Richie exclaimed sitting the smaller boy down next to him. His eyes were non-comical, edging with concern, Eddie felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. This was possibly the worst feeling in the world.

“Sorry, I just—I fell.”

“No shit Sherlock,” Richie chuckled giving his shoulder a tight squeeze, he turned a got a cookie from the box and handed it over. “Here, chocolate is great for this kind of light headedness stuff.”

“Thanks,” Eddie said, his nerves jumped when he touched the tip of his fingers. “What did you say before?”

“That the brand is new?” Richie answered confused, Eddie sighed almost happy and sad at the same time turning back to his textbook. Eddie had been acting real strange lately, Richie hoped it wasn’t because of him.

Jeez was it slipping out that he liked him? He hoped to god not, he’d been trying so desperately to keep it under wraps but then he’d say shit like ‘what’s cookin’ good lookin’’ and want to shoot himself. Way to keep it on the DL Trashmouth, way to go.

Richie decided to keep things as undramatic as possible taking the other textbook in his lap and highlighting short paragraphs. Being absolutely silent was preferable to confessing his annoyingly prevalent crush, his motormouth was not to be trusted.

After a while Eddie couldn’t take it anymore, he looked up from his own book and risked a glance over to Richie who was leaning against the pale blue wall behind the bed, eyes on his book stuffing cookies into his face on occasion. He looked so peaceful, his chest rose slightly with each breath and he twiddled his highlighter around his fingers like a drumstick, Eddie wanted to scream. He slammed his book shut and stood from the bed.

Richie jumped slightly and tried not to focus on how adorable Eddie looked with his arms crossed against his chest, eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration and more on why he was so goddamn upset all of a sudden.

“Hit your head, Eds?” Richie chuckled nervously, going back to his highlighting. Perhaps if he pretended nothing was wrong, then nothing would be wrong. Of course that approach was massively unsuccessful when he tried to block out his feelings in the first place but hey, second time’s the charm. Eddie reached out and grabbed the book from his hands throwing it onto the nightstand.

“Don’t call me Eds,” Eddie said cheeks burning at the nickname that he secretly adored. “You’re being weird, Richie.”

“Weird? Eds, you had a fucking asthma attack when I brought up cookies!”

“Stop calling me that!”

“I’m sorry it’s a habit!”

“SEE YOU APOLOGIZED! THAT’S WEIRD!”

“IT’S NOT WEIRD IT’S CONSIDERATE!”

“STOP SHOUTING UP THERE!” Richie’s mom called from downstairs, they remained dead quiet until the mutterings of the afternoon soap opera continued on the television.

“Eddie you’re giving me a heart attack what’s wrong with you?” Richie whispered violently.

“What’s wrong with me?” Eddie threw his head back laughing. “Rich you just said the word ‘considerate’ with absolutely no joke attached who are you?”

“Richie!”

“No! You’re so nice all the time these days’s I don’t understand you’ve just changed.”

“Well you keep tripping over your words whenever we hang out Eddie—”

“I know,” Eddie hissed. “I can’t help it, I’m a social disaster.”

“We’re both different if anything and I have no idea why I’m so nice to you but I can’t stop it’s awful I hate it.”

Eddie looked to the ceiling and sighed before he heard Richie laugh from the bed. He was trying to contain himself and failing horribly causing Eddie to start laughing despite their situation.

“What is it?” Eddie managed through his smile, Richie only laughed harder. “Rich what the fuck man this is a very serious thing.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said calming down slightly. “When you put the book down on the nightstand some of the milk splashed up and it landed on your pants and it looks like you peed yourself a little.”

Looking down Eddie saw that that it could be a common misconception that his bladder had given way a little and besides everything, started to laugh again. Richie leaned over to the nightstand and handed him a tissue. Wiping it only caused it to spread to an even more sizable spot.

“It’s gigantic now,” Eddie complained unconsciously before he noticed what he’d said.

“Hey that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Richie said, Eddie looked up from the stain and smiled back at him.

“There you are,” he said happy to see his Richie finally sitting on the bed, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks.

“Just sit down with me it’ll dry itself off, you look like an idiot standing up there,” Richie assured him. Eddie sat crosslegged facing the other boy, the box of cookies between them.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so nice to you,” Richie said turning a cookie over in his hands. “I’d like to be an asshole again but, I don’t know it’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Eddie asked taking a bite, the cookies were incredible.

“I’ll be myself around everyone else and then I’ll get to you and I’ll just feel the need to take care of you Eds-Eddie. I know you’re not a weakling but you’re my best friend and this is going to sound weird but I almost feel like I want you to be more than that sometimes. It scares the hell out of me. Do you see what I’m saying? Please tell me you see what I’m saying—“

Eddie leaned over the cookies and wrapped Richie in a hug which was immediately returned. They stayed like that in the quiet holding onto each other as if the world depended on it for the next few minutes and that almost felt like everything that needed to be said.

“I was talking to Bill yesterday and he told me I’m in love,” Eddie said over Richie’s shoulder, Richie blinked.

“Heavy stuff,” Richie croaked, Eddie stifled a giggle.

“Yea I know.” They broke away and sat down again. “But he was in love with Beverly so I guess he knows a thing or two. All I’m saying is that every time I see you I just get so overwhelmed, my heart does this weird fluttery thing and at first I thought I was dying.”

“Oh shit me too, fuck Eds are we dying?” Richie asked concerned. Eddie shook his head smiling. How did he live before meeting this boy?

“No, no, apparently that’s what you feel when you love someone. And if you’re with that person then the fluttering stops eventually and you’re just calm for once and happy.”

Richie felt hope swell in his chest for the first time in months as he watched Eddie’s hand float over his own on top of the box of cookies. Could this be it, was he in love with Eddie and the stress weighing down on his shoulders could finally disappear? Richie bent his fingers and rested Eddie’s hand in his own giving it a squeeze.

“Now I think Bill is mostly crazy, and I don’t think I love you. But I do like you kind of a lot, more than anyone I’ve met in the world, that must mean something.”

“Ugh goddamnit,” Eddie sighed looking at Richie’s face disappointed. Richie blinked.

“What ‘ugh goddamnit’? We’re having a fucking moment here Eds.” Eddie laughed.

“No it’s just you have cookie crumbs all over your face,” Eddie said picking out a tissue from the table.

“Shit, where?”

“Just close your eyes it’s all over your face I’ll get it.”

Richie obeyed without argument, he wouldn’t have the first real moment he was having with Eddie Kaspbrak be ruined by some sort of mess on his face. Then suddenly he felt a gentle pressure on his lips that didn’t feel at all like a tissue. Opening his eyes he saw Eddie’s face closer than he had ever imagined a person’s face could be.

Holy shit we’re kissing, this is a kiss what the shit?

He moved the cookie box aside and shifted himself closer closing his eyes again as he found that it was actually easier to kiss that way. Eddie pulled himself away to see if he’d gone too far with this whole kiss thing only to see Richie smiling wider than he had ever seen before.

Richie held the sides of Eddie’s face gently and went in again, this time in a way where their noses weren’t squashed together. After a few minutes of trying different things they pulled and leaned against each other and the pale blue wall, breathing a bit heavier than before.

“That was fantastic,” Richie laughed lightly. He didn’t think he’d ever been so happy in his life.

“Oh my gosh you wouldn’t believe it, that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Eddie said. Richie looked over amazed at the unbelievably smug boy sitting next to him and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Yea I take it back I love you,” Richie said, Eddie kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too.”

Too Late Pt. 2

Originally posted by ngocanne

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Alternate Ending

J-hope x Reader

Much Angst

A/N: Omg, I got so much love for my first part! Thank you all so much! This next part is almost twice as long. I actually wanted to put more in this but it would have made it too long so I’ll have to put the rest in the next chapter. I hope you all like it! Thank you! ~Yosei

Too Late Pt. 2:    

     After about an hour of having a panic attack, you’ve calm down enough to tell them what’s wrong. You try not to cry again but you could help the tears falling. They’re silent for a moment, taking in everything you said. Suddenly, Yoongi punches the wall next to him, making the three of you jump.

     “That bastard. What is wrong with him?!” He growls.

     You shake your head and try to calm him down. “It’s not his fault. It’s mine. I was too late.” You drop your head in your hands.

     Jungkook grabs your hands while Taehyung rubs your back. “It’s not your fault. It was pretty obvious how you felt about him. He’s just too dense to notice.”

     Sighing, you stand up with Jungkook’s help and walk yourself to the couch. “I guess I was too late. It’s probably time for me to move on.”

     “Y/N, you need to tell him. You deserve some kind of closure, if anything. It’s been 10 years, for fucks sake.” Taehyung scolds you.

     You glare at him. “No. I don’t want him to know. Not anymore. I’d rather not have my heart break anymore than it already has. So just drop it already.”

     The three boys glance at each other with concerned looks on their faces. You stand up once more and hobble to the door. “I’m going home. I just want to sleep. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

     Before you can even make it to the door, Yoongi picks you up and takes you to his room. “I don’t think so. You aren’t going to be staying by yourself.”

     You struggle in his arms but he holds on tighter. “Min Yoongi, let me go. I want to be alone right now.”

     He shakes his head and drops you on his bed. “Hell no. I’m not risking my best friend hurting herself because of this. Not again.” He gestures to the scratches on your arm.

     You hide your arm behind you, ashamed to have done that in front of your friends. Yoongi’s eyes soften and places a small kiss on your forehead. “Sleep, Y/N. Please. We’ll be out here if you need it.”

     You nod silently and watch as the door closes. You lay down and stare at the ceiling. The only thing you can think about is Hoseok. God, why did you have to fall in love with your best friend? Does he even consider you his best friend anymore? He only called you his friend. The more you think about it, the worse your depression gets. You close your eyes, trying to think about anything but him.

     Once Yoongi closes the door he sighs from exhaustion. He pushes himself towards the two youngest, who are silent with worry.

     “Hyung, what are we going to do?” Jungkook wipes his tears. He hates seeing any of his friends cry, especially you.

     Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t know but the only thing I want to do right now is punch Hoseok in the face. He’s been ditching us, his friends for all his life, for this girl he just met? And lying about it too.”

     Taehyung clenches his fists. “I know he loves her. Why doesn’t he say anything? It’s so fucking obvious he does.”

     “I don’t know what his damage is, but I’m about done with this too.” Suddenly Yoongi’s phone rings. He looks at the caller ID and scoffs. “Speak of the devil.” He answers and puts the phone on speaker for the two boys, but not loud enough for you to hear.

     “Yeah, what do you want?”

     “Damn, Yoongi. What got your panties in a bunch? Somebody wake you up from your nap?”

     Yoongi rolls his eyes to the boys. “Oh just shut up. We haven’t heard from you in days. What’s up now?”

     “So Y/N was just here. Do you know anything about that?”

     Jungkook’s eyes widen and he shakes his head, informing Yoongi not to say anything.

     “Nope, I have no clue. We were all just playing games and she left to go home.”

     “Well, alright… hey, so I wanted to ask you… um, could you guys come over this weekend? I wanted you to meet someone.”

     Yoongi narrows his eyes, knowing exactly who he wants them to meet. “Well, Tae, Kook, Y/N and I had plans. But I guess you could bring her over here.”

     There’s silence on the other end before he speaks. “Oh. Yeah sure. I can do that.”

     “Okay cool see you Friday.” He hangs up the phone before Hoseok could say anything else.

     Taehyung whistles. “Wow, Yoongi-Hyung. Savage.”

     Yoongi grumbles. “He’s ditched us all for a girl. All of us. That includes you two.”

     Jungkook and Taehyung nodded, knowing how much it sucked that their best friend has been lying lately.

     Yoongi sighs and grabs a pillow and blanket, throwing them on the couch. He glances at Jungkook and Taehyung. “You guys staying over too?”

     They both nod, not wanting to leave you in case something happens. Yoongi throws then both a pillow and blanket, which they set up on the floor. But none of them can sleep as they hear you crying in the other room.


     “Yoongi, I don’t know if I can do this.” You mumble into the couch as you lay face down. He waited til Friday to tell you they were coming over.

     “Don’t worry, Y/N. It’ll be fine. Us three will be here too.” Yoongi tries to convince you. But he knows this is probably a terrible idea.

    “Come on, Y/N. Let’s play. It’ll take your mind off things.” Jungkook pats the floor next to him. You send him a small smile and sit between the two youngest. You grab your laptop and start it up.

     Just as the three of you entered into the deathmatch, the doorbell rings. Instantly, you jump up, your anxiety flaring up. Jungkook places his hand on your knee, trying to calm you down. “Just focus on the game. Don’t even look at them.”

     You nod and turn your attention back to the screen. You hear Yoongi’s footsteps and then the click of the front door.

     “Yo, how’s it going?” hearing Hoseok’s voice made your chest hurt. You you try to pay attention to the game in front of you.

     “Hi,” Yoongi deadpans. He gestures into the room. Both Hoseok and Mina sit on the couch while Yoongi sits in the chair closest to you.

     “Hey, Kook, Tae, Y/N. How have you been?” Hoseok asks. You can almost hear the smile in his voice. You try not to turn towards him.

     “We’re good.” Taehyung says shortly. Hoseok looks around awkwardly, wondering why everyone is acting weird.

     “So, um, this is my new girlfriend. Mina.”

     The girl waves shyly. “Hi. Nice to meet you all.”

     You, Taehyung, and Jungkook nod in response, too focused on the game. Hoseok furrows his eyebrows, wondering why you’re all being so rude.

     “Y/N, that was a cheap shot!” Jungkook pushes you over. You had just headshot him while he was trapped by Taehyung’s Junkrat trap. “And you stole Tae’s kill!”

     You push him back, giggling. “Welp, my kill now, bitches.”

     Hoseok and Mina watch the interaction between the two of you. “So, are you two together?” Mina asks you and Jungkook.

     Yoongi chokes on his water and Taehyung almost dropped his laptop. Jungkook and you both look at each other.

     “What? No. Ew.” You both say at the same time. That made you both burst into laughter, followed by Taehyung and a chuckling Yoongi.

     “Hell no, those two would not make a good couple.” Yoongi wipes the water from his lips.

     “Oh. Why not?” She asks. Hoseok looks uncomfortable, confused by the interactions.

     “He’s like my annoying younger brother.” You mumble to her, getting back to the game.

     “Oh,” is all she says.

     Hoseok speaks up. “Hey guys, can I get in on the next game?”

     Taehyung hesitates before saying. “Sorry, hyung. But all the laptops are in use.”

     “Oh. That’s alright,” he laughs awkwardly.

     Yoongi, Hoseok and Mina talk for most of the time while you, Jungkook and Taehyung play. Unfortunately for you, you could see Hoseok and Mins reflection in your laptop. They kept looking at each other and smiling, giving each other kisses and Hoseok rubbing her legs. Finally you saw Hoseok mouth ‘I love you’ to her and that was the last straw.

    You quickly stand up, knocking the laptop over and surprising everyone. “I-I need some air.” with that, you almost run out the door, slamming it behind you.

     Before Hoseok says anything, Yoongi stands up. “I’ll go find her.” Shutting up Hoseok and following you out the door.

     He finds you hyperventilating against the tree in front. He walks and squats down in front of you and moves your hair out of your face.

     “Sweetie, are you okay?” He asks out of concern.

     You shake your head and grab Yoongi’s hand to hold. “H-he said ‘I love you’ to her. Only after a few weeks. He’s known me for over 10 years. I’m so sorry Yoongi. I thought I could do this but I just can’t.”

     Yoongi’s grip on your hand tightens. You look up to see his face filled with rage. “He actually said that?”

     You shake your head and pat his shoulder. “Yoongi, it’s alright. I’m not entitled to his love just because I’m his friend. I just wish he could see me instead of other girls for once.” Your voice gets quieter as you say the last part.

     Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He just pulls you into his body and hug you tightly. You let out a quiet sob and hug him back tighter.

     You pull back and smile at him. “I think I’m going to go home now, if that’s okay. I’m just not feeling up to anything.” You stand up and brush yourself off.

     Yoongi nods and gives you a small kiss on the forehead. “Please call or text me if you need anything.”

     You say goodbye and turn to walk home. Yoongi watches you with sad eyes. He hated seeing you like this. All he ever wanted to do was protect you but how can he protect you from this?

     The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets. Cluching his fists, he re-enters the house. Hoseok quickly stands up, seeming worried. “Where’s Y/N? Is she okay?”

     Yoongi glares at his friend, who is confused by the glare. “She went home. She wasn’t feeling good.”

     Mina pulls Hoseok down on her lap, wanting his attention back. Yoongi grinds his teeth, already making a decision. “Alright, you two. Get out,” he points to Hoseok and Mina.

     Hoseok furrows his brows. “What? What do you mean get out?”

     “Exactly what I said. Get. Out. I’m tired and want to sleep.”

     Hoseok points to Jungkook and Taehyung. “How come they don’t have to leave?”

     “Because they’re staying the night and don’t have any girlfriends they have to take care of.” Yoongi opens the door and points to the outside. “Now get out.”

     Hoseok takes Mina’s hand and leads her to the door. He looks back once more at his long time friends. Yoongi’s face full of anger, Taehyung’s face filled with annoyance and Jungkook’s face filled with pity. He sighs and ushers Mina out, not looking back.

     Back at your house, you lay face up on your head, staring at the ceiling. You wanted to cry more but it seems like you have no more tears to give. Sighing, you take out your phone and notice you had 10 missed calls and 6 missed texts. You had put your phone on silent, seeing as you were with the one people who talk to you. You open up the texts and your stomach sinks as you see who had msged you.

Hobi <3: Hey, where did you go? Are you okay?

Hobi <3: What happened out there? Yoongi suddenly kicked us out of his place.

Hobi <3: Y/N why won’t you talk to me? Are you mad at me or something?

Hobi <3: Please tell me if I did anything. I don’t want my best friend to hate me.

Hobi <3: Please talk to me. I miss being around you and talking to you.

Hobi <3: Well I guess this is goodnight. I hope you’re okay. I love you.

     You throw your phone at the wall after reading that last message. You know he doesn’t mean it like that. He only means it as a friend. You want to scream but the only thing that comes out is a squeak. 'I’m so tired. Emotionally and physically. I can’t do it anymore.’

     At this moment, you swore to yourself you would get over him. You would get over Jung Hoseok.


     Yoongi lays on the couch watching Jungkook and Taehyung play Call Of Duty. “Man, do you ever do anything other than play video games?”

     “Man, do you ever do anything other than sleep?” Jungkook mocks, not taking his eyes off the TV.

     Yoongi throws a pillow, hitting Jungkook square in the back of the head. “Hey!” He throws the pillow back.

     “Why do you two have to be playing so early anyway?”

     Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “Hyung, it’s 2 in the afternoon.”

     Yoongi yawns, “so? It’s my day off. I can sleep as long as I want to.”

     Before anyone could respond, there’s a knock at the door. Yoongi groans as he stands up. “Who the hell could this be?” Yoongi slumps over to the door and opens it. Standing there is none other than Jung Hoseok.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi scowls.

     Hoseok furrows his eyebrows and tries to ignore Yoongi’s rudeness. “Um, I was wondering if Y/N was here? I’ve been trying to call and text her but she’s not answering me.”

     Yoongi shrugs, not surprised that you don’t want to talk to him. “Nope, she’s not here. Goodbye.” He tries to close the door but Hoseok sticks his foot in. Being slightly stronger than Yoongi, he pushes through the door. He sees Jungkook and Taehyung playing Call Of Duty. He looks at the three of his best friends with hurt and confusion.

     “So this is how it is then? I’m finally out of the group?”

     Yoongi sighs and sits back on the couch. “I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

     “Dude, you guys have been shutting me out lately! You’re making plans without inviting me. Y/N won’t talk to me. You guys are acting like I either don’t exist or are an annoyance to all of you. We’ve been friends for over 10 years, what’s happened?!”

     Taehyung pauses the game and turns to Hoseok, anger passing through his eyes. “Oh yeah? You think we’ve cut you out, huh? I don’t think you’ve realized who was the one who had cut the other person first.”

     “What do you mean?”

     Jungkook glances at Hoseok. “He means that you haven’t been around, Hoseok.”

     He throws his hands up in the air. “What do you mean I haven’t been around?! I’ve been right here! Only a few blocks away! I could have seen you guys at anytime!”

     Yoongi glares at Hoseok, his temper rising. “Yes, you could have. But you didn’t. Not only have you constantly been ditching us everytime we asked you to hang out, but you’ve been lying to us WHY you can’t hang out! You’ve said you had work or you had dance practice. But when Y/N went over the other day, she saw you with your girlfriend. You’ve been ditching us for a girl you’ve just met!”

     It’s Hoseok’s turn to glare at Yoongi. “So what! I have a girlfriend. I’m allowed to be in relationships, you know! Maybe you should get off your ass and find yourself someone too!”

     Yoongi stands up, getting into Hoseok’s face. “You know, you’ve turned into a real asshole. And you mention Y/N Coming over the other day. Do you even know what she wanted to talk about?”

     Hoseok snarls at Yoongi. “I have no fucking clue why she was there! She was being fucking rude and decided to walk away as I was talking to her! She barely even acknowledged my girlfriend when she said hi! God, maybe hanging out with the three of you turned her into a bitch too.”

     That’s when Yoongi took a swing at Hoseok, knocking him back. Jungkook and Taehyung gasp and grab Yoongi’s arms to hold him back. “You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about! God, you’re so fucking dense you can’t even see it! You can’t even SEE how much she’s been suffering!”

     Jungkook’s eyes widen, “Hyung, she told you she didn’t want us saying anything to him. I don’t think this is a good idea.” He warns Yoongi.

     Hoseok wipes the bloods off his lips. “What do you mean? What doesn’t she want doesn’t she want me to know! Is she sick?! Is she okay?!” He demands.

     Yoongi push Jungkook and Taehyung off him. Finally his anger gets the best of him. “Get off me. I’ve had enough of this bullshit, I don’t care if she hates me, this has to fucking stop!” He turns to Hoseok. “No she’s not okay! You don’t fucking get it, do you! Wake the fuck up, Hoseok and see what’s right in front of you! CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT Y/N HAS BEEN DOING THE PAST 10 YEARS?”

     Hoseok shakes his head, his anxiety growing.

     Yoongi loudly groans and throws his phone at the wall, making the other boys jump. “CAN YOU GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS FOR ONCE AND SEE THAT SHE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU?!”

     Hoseok freezes. His eyes widen and his arms drop to his side. “Y-Y/N’s in love with me?”

     Yoongi chuckles, not believing that Hoseok is this stupid. “Yeah, I have no fucking clue WHY she’s in love with you, but she is.” He glares at the man in front of him. “She’s been in love with you for the last 10 years.”


[Masterlist]

You Love Me?

hiii, been meaning to make this tumblr for months, but hopefully you like this! anyway, just being an aspiring actor


“Stop,” you whined, squirming in your bed and attempting to push Jason away from your face. He laughed lightly, continuing to pepper kisses across your face.

“Jason,” you dragged out his name, but did nothing further. Deep down you loved it, each kiss leaving a ghost of a smile on your face.

“Come on, let’s go get some McDonald’s. I’m hungry.” You glanced at the clock beside your bed: 3:47 A.M. You groaned, turning toward Jason again and cupping his face in his hands. He was shirtless in his boxers, hovering above you while you slept in a sports bra and some boxer shorts underwear – it was a particularly hot night in Angel Grove. You pulled Jason’s face closer to you and pecked his lips, meaning to pull away but Jason’s hand came up to cup the back of your neck and deepen it. You let out a small moan as he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, pulling away to catch his breath.

“Fine,” you sighed, your heavy breathing matching his, “let’s go.” Jason smiled, pecking you again before throwing on his discarded sweats and a shirt, offering you your pajama shorts and the first shirt he saw on the floor.


“Stop switching the channels, I liked that song,” you switched it back to the previous station, listening as Ariana’s voice lowly filled the car. Your hand went back to rest on the center console, intertwining your fingers with Jason’s.

“You want the regular?” You nodded as Jason rolled up to the drive-thru window. You looked at his profile as he distracted himself with the person on the other side of the intercom. Your eyes traced his jaw to his hair, your hand unconsciously coming up to run your fingers through it. Jason turned to face you, smiling and leaning in to kiss your cheek as yours turned red having been caught. “Here you go babe,” Jason parked the car in an empty space and handed you your chicken nuggets and large fries, taking out his same order.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, diving immediately into the fries. Jason smiled, it was his turn to admire you. You and he had been dating for quite some time – five months. He had been hesitant to ask you out at first, even though he’d been wanting to for weeks. His duties as a ranger prevented that though. He’d read plenty of comic books and seen plenty of movies to know how much danger you’d be in if you were involved with him. But, when he saw you shove some bully off Billy, he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to contain himself. Even though he kept his secret from you as best as he could, but one day you had walked in on him morphing. He had been having trouble morphing lately, not being able to do it during practices. So, he took whatever time he had to himself, alone, to practice morphing again. When he finally did, you had walked in on him red-suited. That sparked your first argument, but after telling you the pact he made to keep his identity hidden, you’d eventually forgiven him.

Now, here he was looking at you – admiring you, for always being beside him. Through everything. He couldn’t love you anymore than he already did.

Not that he had ever told you that, though.


“I had fun this weekend, Jason.” You were bidding Jason a farewell before your parents got home from the anniversary weekend getaway. You both stood at your door entrance with him standing outside and you leaning on the door frame.

“I did too, babe.” He leaned up, due to your height advantage, and pecked you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you!” Jason turned around, not immediately realizing he had just told you he loved you for the first time – you, however, did not let it go unnoticed.

“Jason!” He turned around, confusion on his face – it still hadn’t registered in his mind. “Did you – did you just say you loved me?” And then Jason’s face turned to one of shock, his cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“I – no, I,” He scrambled to find words for what he said, not wanting to scare you off. “I didn’t!”

“Jason… it’s okay,” you walked toward him but his face went from embarrassed to defensive.

“No! I didn’t say I loved you. I didn’t mean it.” He didn’t mean for it to come out as bad or as harsh as it did, but he said it. And he couldn’t take it back. And, god, did that hurt. Jason recognized the look on your face quickly and tried to correct himself. “No! I just mean –.”

“No, I get it. I’ll see you at school.” You stormed into your house, slamming the door and locking it, not bothering to listen to the pounding on your door and Jason repeatedly screaming your name. You sank down into your bed and sighed, not noticing the few tears that hit your pillow.


Jason walked around the halls looking for you. He’d waited at your locker, waited by your first and third period, but didn’t find you until lunch. You were sitting with Trini. He walked over toward your table casually, not picking up his pace until you made eye contact and started to collect your things. “(Y/N)! Wait, baby. Please!” Trini looked at you and Jason confused. You two never fought, despite that one time when you found out he was a ranger.

“What, Jason?” Your words were sharp, harsh. And though it hurt him to hear you so mad at him, he pushed through it.

“I need to talk to you.”

“We don’t have anything to say to each other.” You continued to walk and Jason panicked so he did the only thing he could think of.

“I love you!” You stopped walking, turning to face him. Your eyes wide as you looked at everyone staring at you in the cafeteria. “I love you. I love you so much.” You walked toward Jason, begging him to quiet down. “No. I want everyone to know,” he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, holding them both up. “I love you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

Jason brought your conjoined hands to his lips, lightly kissing the back of your hands. His voice dropped to a whisper as he said, “I love you. I have for awhile. I’m sorry about yesterday. I freaked out because I thought it wasn’t what you wanted and I thought I was going to scare you away. I just don’t want to lose you.”

You cut off his rambling by cupping his face and bringing his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. Your hands reached up to wrap around his neck as he smiled through the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you slightly.

“I love you, Jason Scott. So much.”

“You guys are gross.” You both smiled at Trini, knowing she was joking with her smile.

The One Where Beca Doesn’t Give A Fuck How You Say His Stupid Name

A/N: SURPRISE I WROTE A FIC… ITS BEEN A HOT SEC. here’s some trash, you animals. and also bc @ssbechloe was super cute when she asked if I would write one. So thank her not me. OK BYEEE.

PS: please for the love of Jebus and all things holy, stop tweeting Kay Cannon hate about this whole Chicago thing. It’s not her fault. She only wrote the draft and Universal sucks. (Sincerely, Me who is overprotective and possessive over my homegirl KC)

It’s not like Chloe didn’t know. Like there’s literally no way Chloe couldn’t know. Or was there? Okay there was definitely maybe sort of kinda a slight possibility that she didn’t. Who knows. All Beca knew was that she was stuck back in the hotel in God only knows what country that week while Chloe was out at dinner with Cincinnati. Or was it Connecticut? Maybe it was Columbus. Ya know what, who gives a shit. 

“Beca why the heck would you let ginge just go on a date with him?”

“What do you mean? Amy, she’s not mine. I don’t have ownership over Chloe.”

“Your eyes say otherwise.” Amy sipped her drink and glared over the rim of her glass.

“My eyes? The only thing you can see is that my pupils are dilated because you keep making me drink, my eyes say that the tequila is winning. And besides, if she didn’t want to go, she wouldn’t have.” Alright, maybe her eyes were a little extra glossy because she was crying after Chloe left earlier that night but that doesn’t mean she loves Chloe, okay?

“Lie.”

“Excuse me?”

“Beca she doesn’t care about Chicago!”

So THAT’S his name…

 “Whatever! Are we done here?” Beca stood up, slammed the last of her drink, and walked toward the door.

“Beca, this is your room where are you gonna go?”

“I have no idea but I can’t sit here and drunkenly discuss Chloe shit with you… again. For like the hundredth time.”

“We wouldn’t have to discuss it if you would just sack up and kiss her already.”

“She doesn’t want me to kiss her. I’m not going to kiss her.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Mitchell.”

“I’m outta here.” Beca shook her head and walked out the door. As it slammed behind her she looked up to see Chloe walking in her direction down the hall.

shit fuck damn. She mentally facepalmed before looking up.

Beca! Hey!”

She cleared her throat, straightened her flannel (the author would like to point out the irony of that statement), and mustered the best fake smile she’d ever mustered. “Oh! Hey Chlo. Back from dinner already?” 

Beca could’ve stopped and kept talking to her favorite person to ever grace the presence of planet Earth, but she decided to go back to staring at the ugly carpet and walking down the hall.

Chloe turned as Beca passed her, confused as to why she didn’t stop to talk to her. “Becs, where are you going? I was just going back to the room.”

“I’m uh.. just going for a walk. I’ll be back later. Don’t wait up.”

“Beca I-”

Beca quickly turned around to warn Chloe with a hard blink and a snap of her fingers, “Oh! Careful upon entry; Amy and tequila.” 

She didn’t know where she was walking to. She didn’t want to hear Chloe gush about Chicago. Quite frankly, she didn’t even want to see Chloe’s face, so she just kept going.

– – – –

In complete disregard to Beca’s er.. orders.. she got back to her room around three in the morning to find Chloe in fact waiting up and in fact drinking tequila on the bed.

Beca softly let the door click behind her for some reason thinking Chloe wouldn’t notice. She’s drunk not blind, Mitchell. Nonetheless, she kept walking through the room avoiding the harsh eye contact from the ginger on the bed. 

Hey.”

“Oh. Uh.. hey Chlo.”

“Where did you go?”

“Bar.”

“Even though we’re fully stocked up here?” 

Beca was gathering up her toiletries and pajamas and walked toward the bathroom.

“Yup.”

“Are you okay?”

“Nope.”

“You wanna talk?”

“Nope.”

She reached the door, not looking at the sad Chloe behind her.

“Bec-”

“Goodnight, Chloe.”

door slam.

– – – –

The next morning was very uneventful. Uneventful meaning Aubrey had them up at nine to rehearse for a show they didn’t have for two more days. Only five girls showed up. Beca not being one of them.

“Has anyone talked to Beca today? She was gone when I woke up.”

“Trouble with your lady, Chlo?” Amy wiggled her eyebrows at the redhead who rolled her eyes in return.

“No. She was just really weird last night.”

“Maybe you should just talk to her.” Weird, coming from Aubrey. But okay.

“I tried. She wouldn’t.” Chloe continued stretching and racking her brain.

“Well, are you surprised?” CR replied after swallowing a gulp of her water. “Beca never talks to any of us, only you.”

“Yeah, which is why I’m surprised. Hello.” Chloe was frustrated and waved her arms.

“I don’t know Chloe, just give her some space?” Jessica and Ashley said in unison, obviously.

“Yeah Chloe, don’t pressure her into talking. One time my brother did that to our cousin about baseball cards and he threw up all over the chicken coop and we didn’t have food for weeks.” Guess who (Okay, Flo).

“Wait… Does everyone here know something I don’t?”

All of the Bellas turned to look at each other wide eyed and concerned. No one said a word until Chloe sighed heavily, nostrils flaring.

“Alright pitches, spill.” 

– – – –

Amy 7:08pm: Chloe is onto you.

Beca 7:09pm: I swear to god if any of you said anything

Amy 7:10pm: we didn’t. 

Beca 7:11pm: then how is she ‘onto me’

Amy 7:12pm: guess you’ll just have to talk to her.

Fuck.

Talking to Chloe was not the most appealing option at the moment. Neither was going for a run to clear her head, because lets be real - Beca Mitchell does not under any circumstances run. Unless of course it’s from every problem she ever faces ever. But somehow cardio sounded a lot better than talking to Chloe right now.

Beca 7:15pm: I’m going for a run.

Aubrey 7:17pm: Where are you going?

Beca 7:19pm: BMitch shared her location

– – – –

Aubrey wound up going after the brunette five hours later when she didn’t show up for dinner. Little did Beca know, she brought company.

They both got out of the car and walked out to find Beca sitting on the edge of a tattered dock with her feet in the water. The sun was close to being set and it would be dark soon, whether or not Aubrey was still captain she had a responsibility and didn’t want to leave her out there alone.

“What the fuck Posen?!” Beca stood up from her seat on the dock and put her other headphone back in preparing to run off again down the beach. Aubrey gripped her around her right wrist as she tried to run by.

“Just talk to her, Beca.”

“I’m not talking to any of you!”

“Beca, please?” 

The DJ looked up to see the redhead’s eyes borderline bloodshot. She’d been crying, how convenient.

“Fine, Chloe. You wanna talk? So talk.”

“Why are you being such a bitch right now?!”

“I’m not!” Beca groaned, threw a hand to her forehead in frustration, and threw her head back.

Aubrey let go of Beca’s wrist as soon as she trusted the brunette enough to not make a run for it again, “I”ll be in the car.”

“Becs. It’s just me. Talk to me.”

“I can’t, Chloe.”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking can’t, okay?”

“Is this about Chicago?”

WHAT? You seriously think I’m mad because you went on a freakin’ date with that cabbage patch kid?” 

“Okay so you are mad. Good to know. We’re getting somewhere.” Chloe huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms.

“Jesus Christ, Beale. I’m not mad because you have a love life.”

“So when did you plan on telling me you’re lying?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh come on, Beca.”

“Don’t ‘come on, Beca’ me.”

“Fine. You don’t wanna talk? I’ll talk for you. I know what you’re thinking like 80% of the time anyway, right?”

“Chlo- stop.”

“No Beca. I won’t stop. This is stupid. We’re standing here in the middle of a beach halfway around the world six years later and you still won’t tell me how you feel.”

Beca sniffled, crossed her arms, and avoided eye contact, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“So you’re not ever going to tell me you love me? That you have this entire time? That me going out to dinner with Chicago last night didn’t completely eat you alive?” Chloe started walking closer, cautiously, to Beca.

“Then why did you fucking go?!” Beca screamed through tears, finally making some sort of eye contact and quickly averting her stare back to the hole she’d dug in the sand with her toes.

“I went because newsflash I’m allowed to have a life, Beca! You won’t even talk to me ever since this whole shit-fest started. Heaven forbid that means I go out to dinner with someone other than you.”

“Chloe, that’s not- ugh. I’m not doing this!” Beca turned to take off and Chloe threw herself infront of her.

“No Beca! You’re not fucking running away from me again! Not now.”

“I can’t do this Chlo!” Beca tried to run again but Chloe blocked her so she threw herself into Chloe’s arms, finally letting out the heap of tears she’d been holding in the whole week.

Chloe tightened her arms around the younger girl and rubbed small circles on her back, not saying a word for a solid five minutes. She finally broke the silence when the sobs from Beca started to slow down. “How’s it goin?”

Beca still wouldn’t look at her, but she pulled back. “Sorry. Uh. I don’t know where that came from.”

“I think I do.”

“Yeah well, congratulations. What do you want, a cookie?”

“Shut up.

“It’s okay to let yourself feel, Becs.”

“I can’t. I’m a badass. I have street cred. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

She finally looked up at Chloe to see those big blue eyes spilling just as many tears as she was. “So… were you ever gonna tell me?”

“Why would I Chlo?” 

“Because we’re Beca and Chloe. We tell each other everything. No matter what.”

“Yeah, well apparently not evertying.”

“Okay true. I guess I also kinda forgot one small detail.”

“Wait wha-”

“Chicago is gay, Becs.”

“He’s what?!”

She couldn’t pinpoint one exact reason as to why she was grinning like an idiot in the dark on the beach with Chloe, but that was probably one of them.

“Yeah. So. We just kinda went out to dinner to talk about it and bond over it and life and all that stuff.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that in the first place?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that you wouldn’t even look at me.”

“Oh. Ha. Yeah.”

“So.”

“So.”

“How long have you known?”

“Since the worlds.”

“Beca! That was senior year!” she slapped her shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

“You kept this from me for five years?”

“Do you blame me?”

“Yes!”

“Chloe I literally thought you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“You’re oblivious, Mitchell. I literally told you I wanted to experiment and asked if you wanted a backrub. Not to mention the fact that every trip we went on I insisted that we share the room with one bed.”

“You perve. And yes, oblivious, maybe.” Beca stood up straighter and shook out her shoulders, “but still badass.”

Chloe slowly started getting closer to Beca while reaching for her hips, staring at her lips. Beca was losing her mind. What the hell was happening? 

“Oh yeah. Total badass.”

“To be fair, you kept it from me too.”

“I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“You could never.”

“Yeah? So you just like to run seven miles down a foreign beach for funsies?”

“You know my name, not my story.” Their bodies were now pressed up against each other, Beca didn’t know what to do with her hands and her eyes kept dodging Chloe’s.

“So if I kissed you right now, you’re not gonna go ape shit, right?”

“I think if you kissed me I would most definitely go ape shit.”

“But no cardio involved this time, okay?” Chloe leaned in as Beca’s eyes slowly started to close in sync with her own.

“No cardio.” Beca whispered just as Chloe closed the gap between them.

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Request: Jason Todd x reader where the reader is training with Roy on how to use arrows and Jason gets jealous

A/N: So I’ve never written for The Outlaws before, so this could be completely rubbish and out of character. Despite that, I really enjoyed writing Roy and Kori, maybe I should do that more?? Idk guys, idk.

Tagging: @jadedhillon

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Moving in with The Outlaws was, surprisingly, a lot less difficult than you had expected. You’d been dating Jason for a few years now, and when your own roommate moved out of Gotham for work he’d suggested that you stay with him, save yourself the trouble of finding someone else to share the rent. You stayed over frequently enough that it didn’t take much getting used to, but you weren’t expecting the ease with which you slipped into the camaraderie of the group. 

The apartment was small and by no means fancy, but somehow they made it feel like home. It gave you a warm, fuzzy sensation in your stomach to return from work and have three other people waiting to greet you and ask how your day had been. (It was still mildly terrifying to get up for water in the middle of the night and be confronted by Kori’s glowing eyes when you walked into the kitchen, or to find a gun in the cutlery drawer, but slowly you were becoming used to it.)

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What About Us - Jack Avery

Summary: What was suppose to be a cute picnic date went horribly wrong.

Requested by @wdw-b-log 

A/N: I still have request from the list of numbers, but I think I’m going to take a break from those bc I can’t seem to write any of them, sorry :/ 

You sat on the grass, ripping the strands out one by one. You’ve been waiting for hours, the sun already set and the air cold. You stared at the stars, making up excuses as to why Jack wasn’t with you.

‘Maybe he’s just running late.’

‘Maybe he was stuck in traffic’ 

‘He could be caught up with the boys, they were working on their music earlier.’ 

‘What if he forgot?’

You shook your head, the possibilities as to why Jack was late were endless. You stood up, feeling the cold air brush against your skin. You take Jack’s hoodie in your hands, pulling it on to keep you warm. It smells like him.

You clean up, carrying everything to your car. You sat in your car, waiting a few more minutes, just in case.  

“I can’t believe he forgot.” You groan, turning on your car. You rested your head on the steering wheel, debating on whether or not to confront him. “Fuck it.” You put the car in reverse, beginning to drive towards the boys’ house.

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Two Kinds Of Sex [a Poly E1/E2 Barry Allen smut]

Request: Can I just say how much I love anything poly! E2 Barry and E1 Barry? Especially smut. Sign me up for that every day

a/n: well I tried PLEASE RETWEET/SHARE MY VIDEO


WARNING: Smut (threesome)


Okay,having two boyfriends is pretty awesome. They’re so different but they look exactly the same, ironically. The only downside is that they - “No, Barry, you’re wrong!” Argue a lot.

The door slams behind the two as they stop in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed, mirroring each other. E1 Barry frowns, eyebrows crinkling; tan skinny jeans scrunching at his ankles. “No, Bartholomew,” he teases, poking his doppleganger square in the chest, indenting his light blue sweater vest, “You’re wrong. I know our girlfriend, unlike you.” he shakes his head, shrugging off his red bomber jacket.

Fixing his glasses, E2 Barry huffs angrily, shoulders rising. “SWEETHEART!” he shouts, storming up the stairs, into the bedroom; his perfectly styled hair bounces up and down. You peek over your shoulder, stray water droplets from the shower dripping off your eyelashes. He comes in front of you, lips pecking yours. “You like making…passionate sex, right? Like when it’s sweet, romantic?” he asks timidly, nose scrunching under his thin rimmed glasses.

A wild blush blossoms across your cheeks and you swallow, going to open your mouth. There’s a loud whoosh; hands grabbing your waist, back pressed against his soft black sweater. “No, I’m telling you, rough is her favorite, huh, babe?” E1 Barry purrs behind your ear, hard on poking your ass, making you gasp. He smirks, “Told ya so.”

Fuming, the other Barry undoes his striped silver bowtie, pulling off his sweater vest, leaving him in his white button down. He cups your cheek, tilting his head to capture your lips; lower lip sucking on your upper one, glasses jumping slightly. Carefully, he unfolds the towel, letting it fall to the ground. “I love you, sweetheart.” he hums, trailing a string of kisses along your skin.

“Barry…” you say breathlessly, giggling when the metal glasses hit your stomach. Suddenly, a pair of firm hands grab both your breasts, squeezing hard. “Barry!” you moan, feeling the speedster bite harshly on your neck while the nerd leaves butterfly kisses on your body. E2 Barry’s hands run down your thighs lovingly, going towards the inside.

The scarlet speedster continues attacking your neck, fingers only leaving your soft skin to tug his pants down. “You want my cock inside you as he eats you out, baby?” he grunts in your ear, tugging your hair roughly.

You let out a whimper but nod. “Stop, you’re hurting her, Barr!” E2 Barry warns, green eyes filled with worry, thumbs circling your thighs. The other Barry stops, eying you for a signal to continue going.

“I-it’s okay… I want…god, both of you….please…” you pant, hands flying to E2 Barry’s hair, tugging it. The speedster smirks, pulling your hair as his doppelganger moans. Instantly, his dick is inside you and you gasp, trying to adjust to his size. You rock back and forth, biting your lip while Barry’s glasses dip down his nose, tongue entering your pussy. “Barry!” you cry out, getting cut off by a pair of lips.

His tongue drags inside you, moving with each thrust of your hips. A chuckle comes from behind you. “Scream, baby, scream our name.” your boyfriend commands, groping your breasts; hips snapping back and forth. Humming, E2 Barry sucks in, cheeks hollowing slightly, tongue darting back and forth.

You pull his light brown locks, ignoring how his glasses fall to the floor, making him stand up. “Ugh, Barry!” Your hands wrap around his neck, yanking his red, swollen lips to yours. A quiet moan escapes you, feeling Barry’s dick twitch inside of you. Another pair of hands grab your breasts, lips attacking yours.

While a knot forms in your stomach, Barry’s thrusts become sloppy and his breath heavy. “I-I’m… Oh….” he grumbles, hiding his face in your shoulder as he cums. You gasp, clutching your boyfriend’s neck, nose touching his freckled cheek. The three of you pant; you’re sandwhiched between the two of them.

“How was that, sweetheart?” E2 Barry questions softly, bending down to pick up his glasses; dress shirt soaked in sweat.

You glance between the two, “Amazing. I like both kinds.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: mike and Nancy talking to each other about Jonathan and Eleven?

Mike swallows his pride and goes to his sister for help after school three days later. He even knocks. Twice. No-one answers but he figures that’s the sound of the radio. He knocks a third time before he opens the handle.

“Nancy I need your he–”

It’s impossible to say whose more stunned. Him, his sister whose back is completely bare and (thankfully) angled to the door or Jonathan Byers who is under his sister. Both the Wheeler siblings seem to scream at the exact same time. Jonathan pulls Nancy to him, turning them so that she’s hidden but Mike’s already slamming the door in their faces. He’s never going in that room again. Ever. There’s a shuffle of people getting dressed and a quiet exchange of words. He kicks the wall at the wet sound that might be a kiss and Nancy rips it open.

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