no one knows how excited i am that she called him coach there

Your grandfather was a fisherman. Your father and aunts and uncles worked the waters and the docks in the coastal town you hail from. It’s not glamorous, and nobody in the family had made it into college before. You grew up in a tidy little house that always smelled a bit of fish with a huge extended family.

Nobody expected the scholarship letter when it arrived, praising your performance in the local high school swim team, and nobody had ever heard of the school. Your parents were thrilled, and so were most of the aunts and uncles. Your grandfather was suspicious, making vague noises that sounded like “tricks and bargains and that kind of business.” What he said out loud was: “Don’t ever leave the sea. It’ll break your heart, girl.”

You were excited and optimistic and exuberant, and you packed your competition suit and a bag of things from home and you went off to college, not listening.

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Freshman year was odd. You knew you wouldn’t really fit in, given you were a scholarship kid from the back end of the east coast, but it was more than that. You were, of course, on the women’s swim team, but some of the other athletes were … you couldn’t put your finger on it. A couple of the girls seemed too tall, and they never quite got the green from the pool out of their hair. One of the boys was much stockier than the others, a bit like your dad, but he could swim as fast and powerfully as you. He wouldn’t ever speak to you. Some of them were hard to look at, and kept to themselves. Some of them were just ordinary, but they kind of steered clear of you too. It seemed the only thing holding the teams together were the coaches. There were practices, and competitions and your team always did amazingly, but never made it out of state.

Your classes were … classes. Like high school but more interesting. Your managed to keep a decent GPA to hold onto that scholarship, but some of it was a chore. Sandy the RA gave you a list of rules and warned you about some of the other students. There was some superstition about, but given your heritage, none of that seemed off. Fishermen are superstitious folks.

Your roommate was snooty and complained constantly that you still smelled of fish, especially after winter break. You finally told her to go suck a clam and she stopped speaking to you. That was fine with you. You weren’t much for socializing with people who didn’t know the ocean.

That one guy, though, the one who asked you out after the first week of Comp 102 in January. That one, he was great. He was some kind of surfer kid from California. Not a college athlete, but Surfer Boy skated everywhere, talked constantly about the beaches and waves. Somehow tan even in winter.

The third week you were dating, he got you that steel ring for “safety” and you thought it was sweet. It said “always yours” on the inside and got stuck on your finger.

And then - your swimming performance dropped off. They threatened to bench you. There was an uncomfortable conference with the coach and the dean. The rest of the team avoided you even more, and Surfer Boy got … weird. Possessive. Mean.

He thought it was fine that you weren’t competing for a while. He could have you all to himself outside of class time. Isn’t that great? Maybe you could come to California with him for Spring Break. You didn’t want to, though. You wanted to go back to the cold water of home.

Then, about a week after you got benched, out of the blue while you were studying together, he asked you where your skin was. You had no idea what he meant, WTF was this serial killer shit he was asking you? You suddenly remembered Sandy’s warnings, and took off without your books to ask her for help, maybe how to get a restraining order? And maybe to help get this ring off, too.

Sandy the RA (short for Cassandra? Because nobody ever listened to her, not because it was her name) halfway listened to you, nodded tiredly, grabbed a form from a file for submitting to the dean of students and campus security and had you fill it out. Then, as you were both reading the forms over for errors, she looked up sharply, said, “Wait. A ring? Let me see that.”

Sandy took one look at it, got out a saw, and before you could even react, cut it off your finger, in two pieces. One piece said “always” the other said “yours” and she shook her head. “I thought I told you to never accept gifts?”

“But he’s just human, Sandy. Normal, even. More normal than I am.”

“Yeah, nobody ever listens to me.”

Under where the ring had sat for two of the worst weeks of your life, was fur. Sleek, short, dark fur. You yelped.

Sandy blinked slowly, somehow looking completely unsurprised, and said, “That stocky guy on the men’s swim team? The one they call Lion? GO. Talk to him. Show him your hand, he’ll talk to you now. I think he can help.”

As you left, she said, with her back turned, “I don’t think your grandfather was completely honest with you. Have you ever seen any photos of your grandmother? Do you know where she was from?”

(X)

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.9]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, light smut

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“My mom wants me to become more involved at the school,” you sighed, walking with Taehyung to P.E.

The last few days your mom had been hinting that she wanted you to become involved, “like your brother”. You’d done your best to act clueless in order to get her to drop the subject, but she’d finally confronted you and outright told you that she wanted you to become more involved.

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Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 3)

I AM STILL CRYING ABOUT LOOSING THIS DAMN PART. SWEAR SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING BAD ABOUT THIS PART I WILL STOP WRITING THIS SERIES


Part 2 :  http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/154484517050/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol


Part 1 : http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/153920428680/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol?is_related_post=1



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@thejulietfarciertlove @meggleangelo (tell me if you want to become one)



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Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus, Young!Reader x Uncle!Elijah





I took a deep breath as the cold air pricked my skin. * why is it so fucking cold *. I pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind blows down the school hallway. “Hurry up Y/n,” my friends Jason and Kara say waiting for me at the gym door. We were heading to the gym since we have to go talk to our gym coach about the pacer test along with meet Hope. ^ Whoopee!^


“Slow down guys remember crouches,” I say tilting my head to the crutches in my hands. “Sorry Black Canary,” says Jason using my nicknames while scratching the back of his head as I finally catch up with them. “It’s fine to let’s just go before lunch ends I am hungry,” I said as we head into the gym when I remembered my plan. I still need to give Jason and Kara the goodbye letters. *Oh yeah soon I won’t see them for as long as they think we will. At least now I won’t be able to bother them anymore. Jason won’t have to wait for me at the end of the street so we could talk. And he could go out with Hope like he wanted to. Kara would have less competition when it comes to ballet tryouts. I am doing them a solid they don’t need to baby me anymore. No one will not even myself* I thought. *The voices will stop no more looking at the knife, in lust. Or wanting to kill someone, along with dreams of torture*. ^Yeah honey like we said your end is the end^. I felt like screaming as the Voice poisonous sound rings through me.


“Hey are you ok, ” asks Kara. “Yeah don’t worry about it I am just thinking about something,”.^More like hearing something, but don’t worry it will end soon just remember the goodbye^.

“Hey if you guys don’t see me for a while, remember that I love you guys ok, “I said not looking at them to see their faces.

“What do you mean are you going somewhere ?” Said Kara frantic, she was always caring for me but if you annoy her too long she will fight you in a heartbeat. “No nothing major just you know visiting some family for a while, ” I said as Jason goes to talk to out gym coach for us while we talk. ^family on the other side^

“But why all your family lives in New Orleans?”She asked. “No not all of them I have am Aunt who lives in Maryland,”I lie.^Ooohh lying you your best friend when you know it’s your last time to see her how pityful^

“How long is a while? Wait are you sure cause Hop–”


“Look it doesn’t matter what Hope says or doesn’t I am nor Hope nor will I ever be.  I am just going away for some time and to answer your how long question. I am not sure but I will come back ok?” I lie. *Thou I hate lying to them it is necessary for their own good. She doesn’t need to know, I am just a burden her parents don’t even like me as they prefer Hope. Once again Hope wins The Voices in my head win. But soon it won’t matter I am ending this soon maybe in the next life I will be happier. *


“Plus I am going cause of family issues something happened with Hope and they think it’s best I go away for a while. just for two weeks,“ I said then took out her letter. ” Here in two days open this letter if I don’t tell you everything that’s going on OK? But you gotta promise me that you won’t tell Jason, I will tell him later on in the day okay.“ She nodded. I wanted to tell her more. Tell her everything but I knew if I did then she would try to convince me not too which wouldn’t help anyone.


“Hey,” said Jason poking my cheek and breaking me from my thoughts. “Huh,” I turn to face then but both of then have confusion written on their face.“Sorry just thinking of when we are going for the trip,” I said acting excited.


“Are you sure?” said Kara death staring me in the eyes and poking my chest. “Yes, Kara I am 100% sure now stop poking me,” I said moving away from her so she nor Jason can poke me. Jason frowns while Kara fake cries. “Oh hey guys,” said Hope as she joins us. We haven’t talked ever since she came into my room last week, which I am grateful for but sadly she decided to hang out with Kara, and Jason. I don’t get how someone can be so fake. She acts like we never had a problem with each other in the first place.*^I do it’s just like how you’re being fake about killing yourself^ Ignoring the voice to best I can I focus on what it in front of me. Jason and Kara are laughing at some joke Hope said. *Jason, kara I am going to miss you two so much but this is for your own good you guys can’t be doing this to you guys, pulling you into my life no point punishing you guys for my sins and mistakes.* I thought.^Yet here you are still in their lives hurry up ^ 


“Yeah I  just a lot on my mind,” I said leaning onto him. Jason, Kara and I always had this kind of relationship. Always caring and supporting each other.  *It doesn’t matter now does it. It’s too later be thinking about that, not like things will get better or something.* I thought as we were about to enter the cafeteria when Kara was called for early dismissal.^finally your thinking like me so why don’t you finish it ^ I felt like another person was in the room whispering this in my ears, but guess what I am falling for it.

I pull Kara in for a hug, not a side hug like I normally do but a full one. I take in her scent as she wraps her arms around me. She smells like strawberries and banana. I felt happy in her arms as her body heat radiates onto me.I felt at peace, nothing could make me mad, or want to cry, the bad thoughts went away. I was at peace and happy, but like all good stuff, it must come to an end  "See you tomorrow,“ she said as we let go then ran off. I felt tears prick my eyes. “Come Canary time food,” Jason puts his arm around me as we went over to the lunch line.^Yeah get your last meal before you pass^ said Voice, might as well give it a name since it will with me till my end.


——————————-Time skip bros end of the school day ———————


I took a deep breath as I walk over to the outside bench with Jason, my crush, behind me. “Hey, are you OK?” He said as he places our stuff down and takes a seat. “ Yeah Just haven’t been getting the best sleep,” I sorta lie.^liar liar death on fire ^


The truth is that I try not to sleep at all and use coffee creamer to stay up planning my end and writing my goodbye letters. Half of my goodbyes are finished. And I already choose the outfit I am going to wear. Just cause I am going to die doesn’t mean I cannot be happy as I do it. But mostly it’s because at night I have nightmares and I wake up screaming which annoys the living hell out of everyone at home, one way to not annoy them is to not sleep ya know.


“So when do you want me to come over for Ms.Greene’s. Project ?”

“Oh right about that—”. ^You can’t cause I am going to kill myself ^ I shake my head trying to get those word out of my head.


“Let me guess I can’t cause of family issues and you cannot come to my house cause Your not allowed out the house for reasons your not telling me,” he said. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging so much lately. We have been best friends since pre-k. We used to play with the building blocks as Marcel would take us to the playground. I sigh as Jason rubs the back of his neck.”What is up with you ever since Kara and I have been hanging out with Hope and you got your leg hurt you have just been so distant


“Look Jason I know I normally tell you everything but honestly. I think I just need some space,” I said. I grew cold with every word I said to him. I am not sure if it was because of the cold but I knew it was most likely for the best. ^You’re going to die soon don’t make it harder for us ^ said Voice in my head.


“So are you still gonna come to my basketball game today after school right?” His eyes lighted. I  wanted to yes so I can see crush the  other team.“ No, I won’t I got to head to the Quarter house,” I said to him. His smile disappears from his face.


“B-but you always come to them so we can have Ice cream,” I take a deep breath .*I wish we could do that forever * I thought as I took his hand in mine  "Look Jason I know we always do that but I can’t this time —“


“Ahh  Y/n there you are.  ” I said Uncle Elijah and Hope. I quickly let go of Jason’s hand and put my hands on my crutches. * shoot I forgot Uncle Elijah was picking me and Hoe I mean Hope up* I thought as Jason picks up his books. I opened my mouth to talk him but he was already walking away. “I will finish Ms.Greene’s  project on my own. let you have some Space,” he spat out the words like daggers then disappeared in the distance between us.


I place my stuff in my backpack, slipped it on and went to Uncle Elijah and Hope beginning our trek to the house.


I pull out my iPod and headphones and start listening to ‘work out’ by j cole. He is one of Jason and I favorite singers. We walked together for thirty-five minutes before Uncle Elijah actually talks to me. Hope is on Uncle Elijah back since she got tired ten minutes ago from walking.

*honestly Uncle Elijah the Little shit can walk on her own  * I thought and continued walking thinking about Jason and I’s relationship if still even have one after today. ^what is there to think about it’s over and you ruined it ^ I felt my heart churn at her voice. *shut it voice*

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It’s been two hours since we got home and so far, it’s just been Mom and sperm donner yelling at each other about something that is most likely about Hope or some ‘new enemy ’. I sigh as hear another vase slams my door again. *Uncle Elijah going to yell * I thought. At first, when they occurred I was scared out of my mind, but now I am used to it it doesn’t matter.


^Honestly, what is there for me to worry about. I am not gonna be here in the future so I am fine Right? Why don’t you just pick up a knife and slit your throat no one will notice your dead until the deed is done^. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest and pushed the hollow feeling into the back of my mind. I found these thoughts popping up in my head more often lately. Maybe it was bound to happen you know. ^So what are you gonna go^ said the voice.  

I get off of my bed and walk over to my closet, get into my good bye clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/my_good_bye/set?id=215314515), my wonder woman hat on top. I grab my birthday money and Uncle Elijah old phone which he let me have, doesn’t have a sim card but it still works, and the directions to place. I grab the rest of the letters I need to give and put them in my backpack. “Now the major problem getting out of this house,” I said until it finally hit me.


 I took off all of my bed sheets, which were a lot by the way, off from the bed then threw them out the window. I placed them in a way that they fall one on top of another. I took the pillow cases off of my pillows and threw them down as well. I tossed out my crutches. *I Hope I survive * I thought as I balance standing on the edge of the window. I pull the pillows to my chest and do the leap of faith from assassin’s creed, but it was kinda hard to do with my hurt leg. I groan as I hit the ground even though I made a pile it still hurt. I grabbed my crutches and struggled to get off of the blankets. Once that was over, head straight for Rousseau (Marcel and Cami’s bar). By the time I got there Cami’s shift was hadn’t begun yet thankfully. The room was full of people. I was about to take a seat when ” Y/n what are you doing here,“ said Marcel after I nearly have a heart attack. Thou would kill me it’s not the way I want to go.


 “Oh hey Marcel, how are you?” I said giving him a fake smile but I knew he wasn’t falling for it.“Nice try Y/n ” he said as we take a seat at a nearby table. “So mind telling me what you are doing here?” “I wanted to give this to you,” I said taking out the letters for him and Cami. “They are thank you letters for you and Cami. I wasn’t able to give Jason his either so can you give it to him? ,” I place them onto the table and slide it over to him. “I was hoping to see both of you here. but since Cami isn’t here can you please give this to her?” I query.


 He nods his head and takes the letters. I fight the tears and smile that threaten to break my heartless facade, but I couldn’t help but smirk at knowing those who I truly care about knowing how I feel about them. But as soon as it came it went.“So mind telling me what you are doing giving this to me,” he asked. *Oh Uncle Marcel even thou I didn’t say it a lot to you ‘I love you ’ you may not be blood but you are no water* I thought as I give him a smile. “No Uncle Marcel just a simple thank you letter were supposed to write and deliver one to those who you love,” I said getting up from the table and left Rousseau, leaving Marcel alone looking at the letters.


 _________________________time skip arrival death place_______________




“Finally” passing the entrance of the local indoor pool. No one was here other than me. I passed the locker area and went to the pool. *Huh the little shit is about to do it finally. Thought you were gonna plague the world some more. I don’t see why you are here still you made it this far let’s do it shall we* I wanted to fight the voice but I knew it was no choice. The reason I chose the pool was because of it the one place that no one would look for me. 


When I was young Jason and I would come here with Cassandra Winchester sometimes we all would just play on the not deep side of the pool, but we stopped once she left for a mission and never came back. I highly doubt Jason even remembers this place. No one else knows about this place since I never told anyone about it. The light from the water light up the entire room so it wasn’t dark. I didn’t take off my shoes or jewelry since they all had meant something to me. I walk over to the deep side of the pool that was 7ft. “Goodbye life,” I said then dropped into the water. 


The cold temperature pricked my skin but I didn’t let it bother me as I sank to the bottom. My vision was blurry but I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the water or lack of oxygen. I felt my body slowly sink close to the pools floor*Finally this is it. You free now you don’t have to burden others with your presence.* I thought as black spots blur my vision. I suddenly felt more tired than usual. *maybe a good rest* I slowly close my eyes and release the all the air in my lungs as darkness kills me.

_________Third POV at home_______________time past____________ _____________________________________________________________


No one notices how Y/n has jumped from her bedroom window over Klaus’s screaming. Kol rolls his eyes as his brother talks about how high and mighty he now that he is a hybrid. “Dear Brother Niklaus might you please stop screaming before Hope wakes up,” said Elijah Pouring himself a drink of whiskey. “Klaus opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. He storms out of the house slamming the door in his rage making Hope stir in her sleep. “Well that was dramatic,” said Hayley walking into the living room with a tea in her hand. “Has anyone ever told you that is how this family works,” said Cami sitting down next to her. “Cami doesn’t your shift start soon,” said Elijah, Cami chokes on her drink then runs out the room to get to work.


 “Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!” Screamed Hope, the Originals immediately run to her side. She was inside her sister’s room with a letter in her hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as Hayley comforts her child. “Hope what’s wrong?“Said, Elijah, while taking the letter out of her hands. He nearly passes out from what he reads.“There is one in everyone’s room” Hope stuttered holding onto her mother. Elijah hands the letter to Kol, who just stared dead at the letter noticing Y/n’s handwriting, Elijah walks out the room and quickly collects all the other letters.


 “Hope what happened?” said Kol trying not to be angry after reading Hope’s letter.


“Y/n is committing suicide,” she said.


 Everyone froze upon hearing this. That one of their loved ones was willing to take their own life and no one knew why or how she would scream in her pillow at night or how she tried not to sleep til the point she naturally has insomnia. “Why would she do that?” Asked Freya. 


“Why wouldn’t she, you always favor Hope more than her. You didn’t even notice that she was kidnapped,” said Kol glaring at him family “Brother do we—” “STOP BLOODY LYING. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HER MIDDLE NAME OR THE LAST TIME YOU LET HER CHOOSE FOR HER BIRTHDAY,” screamed Kol. “You ignore her cause she is human. Cause she isn’t as powerful as Hope. Yet you forget that you were once the same as her but at least we had someone who noticed and cared at least we had each other,” said Kol. “Rebekah,” he said pointing to her “ you have been begging for a human in this family and when we finally have one you ignore the girl”. Rebekah opens her mouth but no words come out. 


“Aaahh and the mother,” he said turning to Hayley. “You wondered about how you treated both of them so badly, but guess what you did even worse you only cared for one,” he spats. Hayley glares at Kol but knows deep down is words are completely right. She never once thought about what Y/n would want to do for her birthday or how she would drink coffee in the morning. “You people may not care for her but I do and I won’t let you people be the reason of her death,” said Kol, storming out the house. Everyone one froze upon hearing these words. The thought of Y/n finally ringing in their heads. Hope dries her her eyes and pulls her mom into a hug. 


The despair was too great that you could cut it with a knife. “I will begin a locator spell,” Freya walks out the door with Y/n’s necklace to begin the spell. Rebekah follows silently out of the house. “Elijah w–"Hayley opens her mouth to ask him a question when she already knows the answer. ‘Was Y/n ever treated like Hope’. They all knew the answer is ‘No’. “ Hope honey its time for bed, ” said Hayley.“ Uncle Elijah will look for Y/n and by tomorrow we will have her back I promise she will be back alive,” Hayley pulls hee daughter in for a hug, Elijah leaves the room but not after placing all the remaining letters on Y/n’s desk before leaving. Hope nods her head and gets ready for bed by herself for the first time in her life. Her mother asked if she needed help, but she denied it and continued on her own. "Mommy you should go find Y/n I will be fine,” Hayley nods and follows her request and leaves the house.

Negan x Reader: The Coach

A/N: FIRST AND FOREMOST LEMME JUST LET YA’LL KNOW MY INTENSE EXCITEMENT TO BE INVOLVED IN ROUND 2 OF THE NEGAN WRITING CHALLENGE. Second of all, huge thank you to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network for creating this awesome concept! 

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I chose the prompt Coach Negan with an OC of colour (Latina/Hispanic). Also, to avoid anyone accusing me of sexualising my own race again, I AM HISPANIC AND DO NOT ENJOY BEING SEXUALISED BECAUSE OF IT.

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Warnings: Teacher/Student relationship, student is of legal age in the UK and the US (18). Racism, rough sex, daddy kink, teacher kink, slight sub/dom relationship, breath play. 

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the brosten bromance
  • the eagles are super stoked that neil josten signed on with them 
  • but NOBODY is as stoked as Matt Boyd is, because this is his precious flower child and they are finally on the same team after a year of Neil post Fox. 
  • so the entire team is there at the court doing basic drills when this 5′3 human comes barrelling out the door and just charged straight at Matt 
  • and everyone is horrified because 1-neil is super small but super fast but nobody was prepared for exactly how fast he was, and everyone is already cringing cardio day because coach will be riding their asses to keep up with the midget. 
  • 2-at first they imagine that there has been a terrible argument because their real experience of Neil is savage clapbacks on twitter or some impressive fights on court and Neil is probably going to tear out Matt’s throat 
  • instead they matt whooping, basically picking neil up and giving him the bear hug to end all bear hugs. 
  • coach is yelling in the background but neil is explaining in great detail his experience with the nasty kale chips kevin sent him for the plane ride. 
  • matt is sympathetic. 
  • kevin had also sent him the same chips but he had wisely tossed them without sampling any. 
  • eventually because neil is living out of a sketchy motel room Matt basically forces him to pack up his belongings-belongings which have expanded past a single duffle bag, much to Neil’s dismay- and forces him to move in. 
  • like to be honest though matt has such a sketchy apartment. there is no fire alarm and if you turn on the light in the kitchen it turns off the light in the living room and it’s so fucking tiny they have bunk beds. 
  • they basically exist off of take out. why cook when you can dial a phone? 
  • they’re living above some chinese restaurant so they can usually hear the music playing from the kitchen which is why Matt posts a video on his instagram of Neil Josten dancing at 2 am, and the fans go mental. 
  • because his instagram has become the Neil Josten story. 
  • like to be honest his instagram prior to neil moving in consists of horribly blurry photos of weights and random converse pictures-matt has an obsession with converse shoes, Kevin is still mad about it.
  • his personal fav picture is one of Neil sitting in a grocery cart holding up a brand of kale flavoured protein bar with kevin’s face plastered across the box, unimpressed look on Neil’s face. 
  • neil’s twitter is just random out of context matt boyd quotes that are hella random and hard to explain? like nah the coconut flavour is bae, wtf is with limes? and nobody knows if it is ice cream or something weird?
  • eventually one of their teammates documents Matt using Neil as a weight, him across his shoulders and Matt doing squats. they’re count is up to 156 before Neil starts to get bored and starts making eagle noises. 
  • dan and the girls venture to the shared apartment, eyeing the stack of take out dinner boxes and unwashed dishes
  • “you used to have class, Boyd.” Allison informs him as she primly nudges one towering stack of styrofoam boxes from their Indian phase. It’s rivaling the stack of jenga they got going on in the center of the room, both boys sitting on the floor crosslegged, eyeing the rather crooked tower as it’s supported by like 3 tiles for a base now. 
  • “you have heard of wall art, right babe?” dan called from the kitchen where she’s inspecting the alcohol stash but only finding cheap beer.
  • “yo we don’t go into your home and disrespect your class and walls.” matt informed them as neil toppled the tower. 
  • “yeah, that’s because we have class”-allison’s home is a massive penthouse suit where the walls are white and the floors are marble and it’s basically an interior decorator’s orgasm. 
  • dan is simpler than that, but still quite lovely. renee is between places, having returned from backpacking across french countryside. 
  • neil comes home with a few boxes of fairy lights to compromise and sends a few snapchats to andrew of matt wrapped up in the tangled cords of lights. 
  • eventually the press is getting worried (read: excited as fuck) about what this means for neil and andrew, and if it really is neil and matt 
  • neil and matt are usually the ones doing press, because they’re both pretty known and the audience adores neil. 
  • especially when the reporter asks a silly question about what was it like working with an ex drug addict 
  • because holy hell our 5′3 child is savage when he asks the reporter what it is like working with your head so far up your own ass, like he’s a medical wonder. semi-functioning and everything. 
  • allison always retweets captions of him in interviews. 
  • but yeah 
  • so the reporters are anxious “any news regarding playing against Minyard?”
  • They shrug because the line up in still being laid out 
  • and Andrew has been swapped three teams again and again because of an attitude problem? 
  • so Matt just says ‘naw, but like we’re ready for his sorry ass’
  • neil mentions that it’s a lovely ass
  • Matt adds though that his is a far nicer one than Andrew’s. 
  • a few days later on twitter Andrew informs them to leave his ass out of it 
  • but someone takes a picture of andrew and neil on a date a few weekslater 
  • and the internet blows the fuck up BECAUSE IS NEIL CHEATING ON MATT???
  • Matt prints out copies of these reports and is like babe, why? the next time they have interviews 
  • the reports end up taped to the fridge
  • someone eventually asks dan’s opinion 
  • and she’s like yo, i may be matt’s girlfriend but apparently neil is his bro mate.
  • and maybe allison is being catty when she mentions on her way to her team practise (ironically she’s on the Vixens team, an all girls team that is fucking rising) and informs this one reporter that oh yeah, andrew and neil hated each other in school, they used to go at it all the time. she gives the camera man her most andrew like blank stare ever. 
  • it’s goals, man. 
  • and nicky adds of twitter that he has always tried to support them in whatever way possible, whether tying them to each other or locking them in a closet to work out their kinks. 
  • wymack simply says no comment when they begin pestering him. 
  • neil usually just mentions that questions about love triangles are really useless in exy sports panels recapping specific games, like guys, lets keep focus before i get bored and leave.
  • basically the whole OG squad are mindfucking the reporters but renee, but she always smiles serenely when fans ask and says that it’s nice to see Neil so happy with Matt.
  • andrew gives reporters blank looks whenever they try to get near him 
  • the media is so lit its roasting
  • the next time Andrew’s team the Falcon’s play against Matt and Neil it is absolutely ridiculous. 
  • the entire original fox lineup is in the audience and they are stoked (but kevin, because kevin is dreading everything because kevin is such a princess) 
  • Matt charges onto the court with Neil on his shoulders and Neil is waving exy rackets, basically the outcome of having chugged three power drinks. 
  • andrew is narrowing his eyes 
  • and is basically like done 
  • but the two aren’t done 
  • at one point matt just like drops to his knees in the middle of the game and neil leap frogs over him and Kevin is in the audience LOSING HIS SHIT 
  • Like he’s leaning over and screaming orders 
  • but it just never stops 
  • neil starts asking andrew questions about adopting cats in between score attempts 
  • and andrew is snarking back about gymnastics and that he knows very well how to hide a body
  • so basically matt and neil start performing aerials 
  • -leading to one of the most important changes in exy rulebook history where players are forbidden from doing aerials EVER on the court-
  • my boys are so extra I love it 
  • and the fans are going mental and the other eagles are just used to their boys acting up and causing mass destruction wherever they go 
  • the game ends with a tie 
  • with kevin going mental in the audience like this boy savagely texting the three everything LIKE I KNOW YOU ANDREW MINYARD YOU WERE CAPABLE OF SHUTTING DOWN YOUR NET I SAW THE 3RD SCORE NEIL PULLED and BOYD YOU PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN AND DISRESPECT THE SPORT OF EXY EVER I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN 
  • basically matt and neil are extreme bromance goals and they will not stop fight them. 

inspired by http://broship-addict.tumblr.com/post/143323205892/so-the-first-time-neil-and-matt-see-each-other-in

Falling Deeper

Originally posted by 13reasonssource


Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “Hiii LOVE UR BLOG SO FREAKING MUCH IT HURTS❤️❤️, i was wondering if you could write a justin x reader imagine, where the reader and Justin have been friends for a long time and everyone thinks they’re dating but they’re not. Like they would flirt, have inside jokes, feeling for each other(but won’t admit) and one day when Justin asks the reader to crash in her house cuz of Seth they confess their feelings and flufff”

Words: 2.000

A/N: OMG! This my first Justin imagine and I so loved this little nugget too. Thank you for your support and I hope that you like this one too. Thank you so much for your request and, if you want, please don’t hesitate to leave a feedback in my ask box.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/M/N) is Your Mother’s Name, talking of family issues, swearing.


“Am I seeing you tomorrow, Jus?” You confidently asked your best friend as you decided to go directly home after your classes. You were in the hallway, in front of your now-closed locker.

“Of course, pretty.” He winked at you and you let out a loud laugh. He was a great flirt and that was one of the characteristics you loved in Justin.

“Shut up, sweet talker!” You tried to cover the romantic excitement that flowed in your veins and he just hugged you as he knew that you loved it whenever he would compliment you.

“Take care, okay?” He reminded you as you nodded for several times to answer. You hugged him back.

“Just get together already!” Your friend Jessica exclaimed as she got through you and Justin along the hallway. She winked and you saw that Sherie agreed with her. They were surely making their way to the gym for the cheerleading practice.

“But they’re already together.” Zach shouted to the girls as he shut his locker and followed them.

“Idiots!” You shouted as you broke the hug between the two of you. “I’m going now, Mr. Foley.”

“Alright, Mrs. Foley.” You both laughed loudly. He started to call you in that way, because you both had to pretend that you were husband and wife the day before. Some maniacs were trying to hit on you and he came up with that idea, it sucked but you loved it.

“You should take care too, okay? Don’t break a bone during your basketball practice.” You reminded him after you left a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, Mum!” He rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on your temple. With that kiss, you felt protected and it felt that Justin was with you, even though he’s not walking you home that day.

“Go on or you’ll be late.” You smiled at him as you both went in separated ways.

“Text me as soon as you get home, okay?” He walked in backwards as he wanted to see if you were already walking away.

“Yes, sir!” You huffed as you wanted to stay with him a little longer, but you had projects to finish and coach Patrick never let people to enter the gym during his teams’ practices.

You slowly walked back home and Justin never left your thoughts. He stayed in your mind even when you were doing your homework.

You loved Justin, because who wouldn’t, and he made you happy every time. He could be considered as an asshole by some students, but you knew that he had a kind heart. He could be weak too, mostly when it came to his family, but you always knew how to cheer him up and how to mend his broken heart.

People has always thought that you were together, because you couldn’t be you without Justin and Justin couldn’t be him without you. You completed each other, even though you were just best friends. You flirted and sometimes people mistook your actions, but you never admitted your feelings to him. You were obviously shy to admit it, you thought that it was flustering because you didn’t know if he felt the same towards you, even though his friends said that the feeling was mutual.

“(Y/N)!” Your mum called as dinner was ready and you didn’t notice it as you were so focused on finishing your Communications’ project and thinking of Justin. “Dad’s not home before 10 pm and he told me to not wait for him.”

“I’m coming.” You shouted as you ran downstairs, stopping in front of the front door when you heard the bell ringing. “I’m opening it.”

“Sure!” Your mum shouted from the kitchen as you heard the glasses clinking while she was preparing the table.

“Justin!” You worriedly called his name as you opened your front door. You were happy to see him, of course, but not after seeing his dull gaze. “What happened?”

“Can I,” he started as you saw him angry and down at the same time. “is it all right if I crash here tonight?” He bit his lower lip as he looked at the ground. He was so shy to ask you some favours, although you’ve been best friends for a long time now.

“Of course, Jus!” You sadly smiled at him as you already hinted that something was wrong in his house. You let him enter the house and you closed the door behind you. “Have you already eaten?”

“Uhm,” He felt more relaxed and relieved that he finally found someone who could help him for the night, although you were really his first choice. “not really.”

“Then have dinner with us.” You smiled as him as you pulled his hand and headed to the kitchen.

“Good evening, (Y/M/N)!” Justin politely greeted and your mum flashed him a sweet and welcoming smile. You let his hand go as you took his blue sports bag off his shoulder.

“Good evening, Justin.” Your mother greeted. “Have you had your dinner yet?”

“He didn’t, Mum.” You answered for Justin as you knew that he was feeling a little bit uncomfortable. After all this time, he was still shy around your mother.

“Oh, eat with us!” Your mother panicked as she put an extra plate with a glass and the cutlery.

“Thank you.” Justin warmly smiled as he felt loved. You knew that he didn’t get much attention from his mother like how you did and he had serious problems at home, that was why you always tried to be there for him.

The three of you sat on your places and you shared a warm and delicious food together.

“Mum,” You seriously called her attention as you carefully chewed your food. “can Justin stay for the night?”

“Yes, of course! The guest room is always ready for him.” Your mother smiled sadly as she sensed that Justin had his family problems once again. It wasn’t the first time that Justin was crashing in your place and he has been welcomed by your parents with their arms widely opened.

“Thank you, really.” Justin was overwhelmed for the help that he was receiving and it made you love him even more because he knew how to appreciate the small things.

“Justin, you are always welcome in our family. Don’t hesitate to ask for help, okay?” Your mother reminded and Justin smiled while nodding in response.
After dinner, Justin helped you to clear the table and to wash the dishes.

“Jus,” You called him as you turned the faucet off and wiped your hands to dry them. “do you want to watch the stars?”

“Cheesy night ahead?” He winked at you and his gaze became bright once again. You knew that he felt better, but you still wanted to talk about it. He couldn’t keep his resentments to himself.

“Don’t you like it, Mr. Foley?” You hugged him from behind while he was drying the last plate.

“I do, Mrs. Foley.” He responded and you just let out some cute giggles. After some seconds, he put the last plate on its place and he wiped his hand using the towel.

You and Justin then headed to your house’s roof with two blankets and some chocolate bars. You used to do this when you were little and you would fall asleep on the roof while watching the stars with your parents.

Justin fixed one blanket on the flattened part of the roof and you both lied down on the blanket as you admired the starry sky.

“These stars are so bright.” You commented, being amazed at the protuberances that you were seeing.

“But those stars aren’t as bright as my life with you.” Justin sweetly said as he looked at you and you suddenly felt the heat in your cheeks.

“Aw, Justin!” You were flattered and you wouldn’t deny that. He knew how to make you smile and, in fact, he flashed you his warm smile when he saw you smiling.

“(Y/N), I am so happy to be with you right now.” He looked back at the sky and he sighed as he thought of his situation at home.

“And I am happy to have you here, Justin.” You smiled at him as you saw that he was focused at admiring the dark sky.

“And I thank you for that.” He seriously said, searching for your hand as a tear ran down his face. “Seth’s been stressing me since he came back to my mother. I was already happy that they broke up, but my mother kept on welcoming him home, although she knew that he would hurt me, although he hurts her too.”

“Jus, your mother has just loved somebody that couldn’t appreciate things. He’s an asshole, I know that, but it wasn’t your mother’s fault.” Justin intertwined his fingers with yours as you explained him how the things really were.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t feel that my mother cares about me anymore. I mean, she would stumble to serve that reckless ungrateful man as if she’s a maid.” Justin sighed as he worried of his mother. He cared for his mum and you couldn’t deny how great he was as a son.

“Justin,” you faced him and caressed his cheek with your free hand. “it’s not fair, but your mother is blinded by her love. Unluckily.” You sighed. “I am sure, though, that she cares about you. She’s just afraid to show it, because Seth hates you to death. She’s afraid of the consequences.”

“What a fucked-up situation.” He bit his lower lip as he shook his head, switching his gaze from the sky to your face.

“I know, but I am here for you Justin.” You caught each other’s glances and he smiled at you.

“Honestly?” You put on your questioning look and he looked at your lips and then he looked back at your eyes. “My world got better since you came into my life.”

“Aw, Justin.” You flashed him your flattered and touched smile. “You’re the sweetest.”

“It’s the truth and I would never lie to you.” Justin caressed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair covering your face.

“Why is that?” You put your hand on his and you caressed it with your thumb. Your hand was small compared to his and you were amazed because it was so soft and smooth for a boy.

“Because I’m falling deeper in love with you.” He confessed his feelings and you felt the heat and the burning sensation in your face one more time. “I love you, (Y/N) and I don’t want to lose you.” He was brief, but he knew how to explain his hidden feelings.

“Justin, you are the sweetest person ever.” You bit your lower lip and he flashed you his sweetest smile, that smile that you loved the most in him. “And you would never believe it, but I love you too, for a while too.”

“Really?” His eyes grew wide as the words flushed in his mind.

“Really!” You gave him your confirmation and his smile grew bigger, just as big as yours, teeth confidently showing.

He leant in as he was about to close the gap between the two of you. He was really a gentleman, even though he seemed an asshole. “Can I?”

“Is that even a question to ask?” You winked at him and you leant in a little bit closer as you both laughed loudly.

You both moved forward and you closed the gap between the two of you. The cold breeze of air stung your skins and the stars shone up in the sky while you shared a long and sweet passionate kiss.

You waited for that moment to happen for a more than a century now and you couldn’t believe that it happened as you felt butterflies playing in your stomach.

You surely were happy and, like Justin, you were falling deeper in love with him too.


anonymous asked:

Can you do a companions react to the Inquisitor being Autistic? Especially Cole?

I (Mod Sarah) am autistic, so I was very pleased to see this request. That being said, autism is a wide-reaching term for an entire spectrum of symptoms that affect people differently– every autistic person is unique, and each has their own quirks and symptoms. I feel that companion responses would vary, depending on what symptoms and behaviors the Inquisitor in question is displaying. For the sake of simplicity, I will be basing this autistic Inquisitor off of my own unique brand of autism, finely aged and diagnosed for the last ten years. Let’s get this show on the road.

Cassandra: Their behavior confounds her, at least at first. They avoid eye contact like the plague, can have intense reactions to stimuli, such as loud noises like explosions upset them with ease. She at first thought they were just being childish, but eventually realizes they’re genuinely hypersensitive to certain things. She guesses that they’re not exactly neurotypical, judging by behavior, and tries to be more receptive to their needs and sensitivities after finding out they’re innocent. It doesn’t particularly bother her that they fidget and stim and avoid eye contact, or even sometimes speak too loudly or too quietly– so long as they’re honest and good at heart. Iron Bull later on describes a mental condition known to the Qun that’s akin to autism and other development disorders, and she agrees that they likely are autistic. If Romanced: He likes just lying by her side, citing the same poems he knows by heart, staring up at the sky with her. She’s smiling, too, as she listens, knowing the poem by heart from repeated recitations as she holds his hand and looks up at the world beyond, so long as they’re there for each other.

Iron Bull: He’s met people like them. He figures it out after observing them, and he adapts accordingly. The Qun values people like them, especially if they have special interests, which are encouraged and honed for special jobs as adults. As a result, he respects them more at first. He accommodates them, and never asks them why they avoid eye contact or fidget or stim in any way. He informs the others what he thinks is different about them, and that’s about it. The man is also good at figuring out what they mean when they speak somewhat disorderly, as if words got jumbled before coming out, and often clarifies for the others. He’s a big source of help during the Winter Palace, getting them out of sight and letting them calm down or stim when overwhelmed. If Romanced: Sex with him is somewhat specialized, but fantastic– he figures out what they do and don’t like, and he works with it. Sometimes they just lay side-by-side, while he massages their muscles in just the way they like it, whispering sweet words of comfort at just the right tone for them, repeated and quiet.

Blackwall: He’s never encountered someone like them, so he thought, until Bull tells him that he likely has but never noticed. He’s not really sure how to go about them, so he just decides he’ll take it in stride and work with them. It works well, and they’re comfortable with each other. After he’s revealed to be Thom Rainier, they actually get over it pretty fast, regarding what he did as a Bad Thing, but he’s trying to make up for it, which they accept. If Romanced: He’s more worried than usual about going into romance with them, because he’s worried that if and when they find out who he is, she’ll have a meltdown, she’ll refuse to even look at him, what have you. He doesn’t want to break her heart. When the time comes, she’s having a meltdown, but not because of who he is– but because he’s in jail, and she desperately wants him to come home. When he finally does, he gets a scolding, but she forgives him. He decides that his new mission in life is making her safe and happy, like she made him.

Sera: She doesn’t care in the least– in fact, she likes it. She sort of relates to them, actually– to the point where she starts wondering if she’s autistic at all. She gives them all sorts of things and textures to fiddle with. She speaks at a level that doesn’t upset them (while she enjoys yelling and cheering and howling with laughter, she’ll take it down a notch for their sake) and will viciously prank anyone who gives them shit for their quirks. “It’s not like they can help it. It’s just who they are, and anyone who says otherwise can knob it.” If Romanced: The romance proceeds mostly like normal, though she doesn’t start yelling at her in the culminate scene when describing her nightmare, because she knows it will upset her. Instead, she avoids her, frustrated and trying to figure out how to describe what’s going on, and opts for writing it down. The Herald reads it, looks up at her, and frowns. “But I love you,” the she says, sounding a little hurt, “I’m sorry about the dream, but dreams are dreams. They don’t have to come true. I just want to be with you.” Sera’s heart melts, and tackles her with a kiss.

Varric: He’s very understanding and unfazed by their quirks, and isn’t surprised when Bull mentions they’re probably autistic. He just works with it, with who they are, and treats them like people, not just a weirdo. “So what if you’re a little different? That’s what makes you who you are, and you’re fine.” They like listening to him tell stories– his voice is nice and even and calm, which calms them down. Often they ask for the same few stories they like again and again, but Varric doesn’t mind– he’s happy to have an enraptured audience. He also suggests to them trying to write to get their thoughts out, to express themselves, and it helps.

Cole: He is of a LOT of help to the Inquisitor. He’s good at voicing how they’re feeling or what they’re thinking if they’re incapable in any way of doing so, as well as getting them things they need but don’t vocalize that they need. “They’re a little different in the way their thoughts work, but they think of new and wonderful things that most can’t. They are good the way they are.” He protests whenever they have to mask how they actually act, citing it as stressing them out and exhausting. He also knows exactly what textures, sounds, and tastes they do or don’t like, often bringing them things for stimming to calm them down or steering them away from offending stimuli, such as excessively bright lights or noise. If they have a special interest(s), he happily listens to them info-dump without getting remotely bored– it makes the Herald so happy, which makes him happy.

Vivienne: She was a little off-put by how they acted in her chateau at first, but she starts suspecting something isn’t normal about them aside from the mark. When Bull explains the disorder to her, she does research and quickly comes to agree with the diagnosis. She’s significantly more patient with them as a result, and she tries to coach them on talking to people. “Unfortunately for you, eye contact is a standard of Orlesian society,” she says, “if this is too difficult for you, try focusing your attention on a nose or intricate part of the mask. They’ll never tell the difference.” When it comes to fidgeting, she actually gets them a notebook and fancy quill, and advises them to play with the quill against the notebook when at parties– Orlesians will just think they’re working and admire it, while they can stim to some extent. She recognizes it’s part of who they are, and must be worked with instead of covered up.

Dorian: They get frustrated easily with social interaction, and if they recruit the mages, practically the whole time spent in future Redcliffe is them trying to not have a meltdown or sensory overload. He tries his best to keep them as calm as possible, but begins to think that maybe there’s more going on with them than just panic at their situation. Bull explains what he thinks is up with them, and Dorian buries himself in whatever information he can get about the disorder. He gets good at calming them down and using certain spells to numb certain sensations or noises, which greatly reduces their stress levels. If Romanced: He cringes, at first, when the Herald bluntly tells anyone who asks that he’s his boyfriend. They don’t understand at all why it should be hidden in any regard, and Dorian tries to explain his discomfort, or at least plans to– until he sees him positively glowing with joy and pride as he talks about him, and Dorian smiles and reconsiders. He really does love him, and Dorian knows it– and loves him back.

Solas: He’s seen memories of people somewhat like them in the Fade, being social outcasts, misunderstood and called stupid when they were anything but. He won’t treat them like that, and he strives to understand them and their disability to the best of his ability. If they don’t mind, he asks a lot of questions about how they feel and think. Often he listens to them info-dump about their special interest, if they have one, and sometimes they get embarrassed. He just encourages them to go on. If Romanced: Assuming Lavellan has a special interest of some sort, he starts taking her into the Fade, showing her old memories of anything related to what she’s interested in. He listens to her talk, happy and excited, and she thanks him with a kiss. “Ma serannas, ma vhenan!” she squeals. “No, I am the one who should be thanking you, Vhenan.” he replies with a chuckle and another kiss, soft and sweet.

Josephine: She notices their lack of tolerance for eye contact before any other symptoms, and while initially worried she did something wrong, the others explain the Herald’s unorthodox behaviors and tics. She, along with Vivienne, tries her best to coach them on talking and interacting with others. It’s not without hard work and tears and meltdowns on the Herald’s part, but they have relatively smooth sailing in the Winter Palace with their hard work. They’re absolutely exhausted after trying to act neurotypical, and she always feels so bad for them and tries to compensate them with something they like. She also cringes at their awful handwriting– it looks like chicken scratch on steroids– and figures out it’s due to poor eye-hand coordination. She also spends a lot of time trying to remedy this, even considering hiring a scribe to help them. If Romanced: They like listening to her just talk about her day, sometimes asking her to repeat stories again and again, old and new. They cuddle on the couch before the fireplace in their room while they cuddle, and Josephine is full of bliss.

Leliana: She’s unfazed by their unusual behavior and tics, and is remarkably patient with them. She likes it when they don’t hide it, because she can tell how they’re actually feeling and thinking most of the time when they don’t mask themselves. She sometimes gives them raven feathers that have fallen to the ground to the Herald for them to run their fingers along the smooth texture, which pleases them. It always brings a smile to her face to see them relax, even a little.

Cullen: You meet all sorts of people in the Circle, and autistic mages (and the occasional templar) were among them. He’s receptive to their sensitivities and needs, and accommodates them without complaint or so much as a second thought. He takes it all in stride, knowing that’s just how they are. When Bull tells him about autism, he just nods. “That explains a lot about a lot of different mages I’ve met over the years.” he remarks. If Romanced: She likes running her fingers through his hair, a sort of stim in and of itself, and he tolerates it, listening to her hum and chatter about the day’s events.

Second Chances

Summary: You and you boyfriend Lance have come a really long way together, but what happens when he overhears a conversation about your true feelings, and confronts you about it.

Lance Tucker X Reader

Word Count: 1508

Warnings: Some angst. Bad Language.

Prompt: “Will I ever be enough?” 

A/N: This is for the fucking amazing @just-some-drabbles 4K follower rom-com challenge! (Once again, Congratulations, you’re ridiculously amazing and talented). I really hope that this is okay! (And it fits well with your challenge! If it’s not, please tell me and I will happily re-write it for you so it does!) 

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Game Day

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2263

Authors Note: I wanted to make a Stiles imagine for @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s Lacrosse Week, so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy. I want to thank @dylanobsessed for editing it for me! 

Originally posted by maliatatelenagilbert

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She’s the Man (Part 1)

Summary: Upon finding out that your twin teenage brother is leaving the country, you decide on taking up the role of him, in hopes of convincing the students at his new school that you’re the real Bruce Y/L/N. [MatureTeenage!Bucky AU] 

Word Count: 795.

A/N: Damn, Sam, back at it again with the movie series. This new one I have here is entirely based off of the film, “She’s the Man” and I’m more than excited to show this to you guys. Thanks to my pal @theassetseyeliner for the idea!!! Hope you enjoy, and feedback would be greatly appreciated. (also i promise bucky will make an appearance in the next part ;D)

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

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The Puzzle

Jesus, this is a lot. Ryan’s the second most important person in this AU, and he’s bringing a lot of new shit with him to the table, and somehow this ended up being over 5K. Fucken wild. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

Ryan wasn’t quite like the others.

Oh, he was immortal of course, and his immortality worked similarly to the rest of the crew’s. He would die, his body would appear back in the last place he slept, like the others did (after their initial death, of course). Except, he got there a bit differently.

As far as he could tell, the others had been born with their immortality. They would live, die, and be stuck at that age for the rest of time. He didn’t know why that happened to them, but that was how it was.

He, on the the other hand, wasn’t born with it.

He had been a champion gladiator at the height of the Roman Empire. He was the best there was, the people adored him, as did his employer.

And, also, apparently, Mars.

The god of war was impressed with his skills in battle, and offered him a deal. Eternal Life, in exchange for his services in war.

Who was he to say no?

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Sophomore

Part Six in the series.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five

It’s official.

Shawn asked her out over the summer. 

You would think the most excited for the relationship would be the couple, but the moms are over the moon. 

Except now they are also terrified, because now it’s official.

They are hugging, holding hands, kissing. 

But Shawn and Y/n are over the moon. 

They never understood why it took them so long to finally confess the feelings they have for each other.

After Shawn kissed Y/n that one night Freshman year, it all changed. 

They would sneak glances at each other, turn down date proposals, and sometimes even hold hands when no one else was looking.

But finally Shawn got up the nerve to ask her out. He was tired of having to hide the fact that he likes his best friend, he wanted to be able to hold her hand in the halls and kiss her when he walks her home. 

Now he can. 

“Babe.” Shawn says turning to look at Y/n, who sits behind him in math. 

“Yeah?” She asks looking up from her notes.

“You gonna be my tutor again?” He asks with a smile.

“I don’t know, how much am I being paid?” She teases, leaning on her elbows to get closer to him. 

“I will pay you in any amount of kisses you want.” He says softly.

“Oh that’s tempting.” She whispers. He leans his head back and connects his lips to hers. 

“This is my advanced payment.” He mumbles against her lips.

“Sure.” She giggles. They pull away before class starts and laugh. 

“Are you excited for your game tonight?” She asks getting her pencil and notebook ready for the class notes.

“Yeah, mostly because I am hoping to see you in my jersey.” He smirks.

It’s become tradition that she wears his away jersey, he likes the idea of his name on her back. Y/n Mendes, it just has a nice ring to it. 

“Shut up.” She laughs shoving his shoulder.

Yeah their a couple, but they are still best friends. Teasing now is just a little more playful, and usually ends in kisses. So like, they love it. 

“Are you walking home with me?” He asks taking her hand and tangling his fingers with hers. 

“Of course.” She smiles at him. 

“Good, I wanna talk to you about something.” He says looking down.

“Oh?” She sits up a bit, she doesn’t know if she should be worried. “Best friend stuff or boyfriend stuff?” She asks. He looks up at her with a smile. 

“Both.” He says before looking down again. “How do your notes always look perfect?” He asks, changing the subject. She watches him, and how stiff he seems. 

“Um,” She starts as the teacher starts class.

“Mr. Mendes? Should I have Y/n teach the class?” The teacher asks. He drops her hand and turns to face the teacher, let’s just say this isn’t his first time getting called out for not paying attention. 

“Sorry.” He mumbles.

“Uh huh.” The teacher huffs.

Shawn can’t help himself, how was he supposed to sit and watch the old lady teach math when his beautiful girlfriend could teach him instead. He wished he could just watch her take notes and doodle in her note book. He could watch her all day, it’s so hard not to get distracted. 

She kicks his chair a little and he turns over his shoulder briefly seeing her smirk. He turns back and smiles, knowing how much she loves the fact that he always gets in trouble paying attention to her. 

For a second he decides that now was the perfect time to tell her what he wants to. So he writes it down quickly. He folds the paper and contemplates giving it to her. He wants to, but is this the way he should tell her? He sets the paper down and then picks it up again. 

He just needs to tell her, he can’t hold it in any longer. He takes a deep breath and then while the teacher isn’t looking he turns and tosses the note onto her notebook and turns back around without being caught.

He closes his eyes, regretting his decision. 

It’s not how he should have told her. 

The door opens, revealing Shawn’s hockey coach. 

“How can I help you?” The teacher asks.

“I need Shawn, pack your stuff. There’s been a change in plans, we have to go to them. You need your away jersey.” Coach says and then walks out. 

NO! 

He just told Y/n and he won’t be able to get a response. He turns to pack his bag and stares at her. She hasn’t read the note yet. 

“Y/n.” He says looking at her. 

“What?” She asks coming out of her thoughts.

“I need my jersey, I’ll trade you.” He says taking his home jersey out of his bag setting it on her desk. She reaches into her bag and hands him the white jersey.

“I’ll see you at the game still right?” He asks standing up. She nods. He lingers and then gets up and leaves. 

He doesn’t know it but she read the note. 

And she’s freaking out. 

*

Game over. 

Shawn scored the winning point. 

The crowd is going wild, it’s what he lives for. He searches the crowd and finds her. She’s facing his parents, all he can see is her hair up in a bun with his last name and team number on her back. His mom points at him and Y/n turns around smiling. She waves and he blows her a kiss. 

He goes with the rest of his team to the locker room and rushes, he needs to talk to his girlfriend.

Once finished he finds his parents with Aaliyah and Y/n in the stands. 

“Hey! Mr.BigShot” His dad calls as he walks up to them. 

“Pictures.” Karen requests. She pushes Aaliyah towards Shawn and they take pictures for their mom. “Y/n and Shawn now.” 

Y/n walks over with a smile on her face. He doesn’t know how to process that. They take pictures, her hand on his chest as his is around her waist. He holds her close, nervous about what she has to say about his note. She leans up and he leans over, thinking she’s gonna kiss him on the cheek but instead she whispers in his ear. 

“Shawn?” He looks over slightly at her. “I love you too.”  

And Then I Knew- Isaac’s Departure ||Brett Talbot (Part One)

Warning(s): bad words and abuse

NOTE: This is going to be the first chapter/part :) also italics will be flashbacks & this chapter takes place at the end of season 3 going onto 4. 

Also sorry if this chapter seems boring but this is just the introduction to it (if anything let me know what you think about it)

Word Count: 1,649


“Isaac, do you really have to go to Paris?” I leaned against the doorframe and watched my brother pack. “(Y/N), I’m going because I want to get out of here” Isaac answered while pacing around the room looking for everything.“Plus, I told you to come with me, I don’t want you to be alone” Isaac pointed out and I sighed, “Yeah, you did and I’m not alone, Scott and his mom want me to stay here with them since I didn’t want to go, I want to stay here in Beacon Hills, after all it is our home” I argued.

“Our home? (Y/N), we never had a home. Technically, we did, but us being terrified of going home because of dad, isn’t really a home if we were too scared to even live there” Isaac countered.

Glass shattered and I quickly ran to see what it was. There stood my dad towering over Isaac, who was sitting on the floor trying to cover himself. I ran over to Isaac and checked him, “Are you okay?” I whispered and he whimpered. “Dad! What the hell!” I exclaimed as I turned to face my dad. “(Y/N), if you know what’s best, move out of the way” He scolded. “No” I answered, “I’m not moving”. His nose flared in anger and he yanked me up by the wrist. “Let go!” I yelled and tried to pull away. I watched in fear as he pulled his hand back and punched me in the cheek and pushed me. I hit my head against the wall and started to close my eyes. The last thing I heard was Isaac yelling.

“Please, don’t remind me Isaac. He’s long gone now, okay? Dad is dead and he can’t hurt us anymore” I stated, “I know he is, which makes me feel better that since you’re staying here, he can’t hurt you” Isaac closed his suitcase and we walked down the stairs together to see Mr. Argent waiting in the kitchen. “Ready to go Isaac?” Argent asked and Isaac nodded, “Can you give me a few minutes to say goodbye?”.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be in the car when you’re ready” and with that Argent went out the door. Isaac turned to Melissa and Scott, “Thank you for letting me stay here including (Y/N). You both have done so much for me, especially you Scott. Thank you for taking us in, I’m going to miss you guys” Isaac hugged them. “No problem, it was our pleasure to have you guys here. Don’t worry we will take care of (Y/N) and I’ll be her big brother while you’re gone” Scott smiled.

Isaac turned to me, “What am I going to do without you? I know you can take care of yourself but just know Scott is here for you and you can always call me. Be careful, I’m going to miss you”.

“I will and I’m going to miss you too scarf boy, but what the hell am I supposed to do without my big brother?” I smiled and Isaac pulled me into a hug, “I love you (Y/N)” “I love you too Isaac”. We stood there hugging for a couple minutes and let go. “I should get going now, don’t hesitate to call me” Isaac scolded, “I won’t, I’m going to miss you teasing me all the time” I admitted. Scott put his hand on my shoulder, “That’s what I’m here for” and we both laughed. We watched Isaac get into the car and waved him goodbye while Argent drove off.


It’s been six months since Isaac left to live in Paris. We occasionally talked on the phone every other day which was great. 

“Hey (Y/N)” Isaac muffled over the phone, “Hey Isaac, are you stuffing your face with food?” I asked. “Yup! A croissant to be exact” He confirmed and I snorted, “Typical”. Isaac mumbled in annoyance, “Oh yeah! You’re starting your first year of high school tomorrow. Are you excited?” He interrogated. “No, I hate school. The only thing I’m looking forward to-” I answered but Isaac cut me off.

“Lacrosse try-outs, I know. Do you still have my lacrosse stick?” He questions, “Yeah, I do. It’s what I’ve been using especially when Scott helps me practice”. Isaac sighed, “I wish I was there to help you with lacrosse and practice with you”. 

“Who’s fault was it when they wanted to go to Paris, just kidding, it’s fine Isaac. Maybe when you come back you can” I reassured. I looked at the time, “I should probably get going, it’s already midnight and Scott and Melissa will have a horse if I’m not at least in bed by now” I spoke and Isaac chuckled, “Sounds accurate but alright. Goodnight (Y/N), I love you”. “Goodnight and I love you too Isaac”. I hung up and put my phone down and fell asleep.


I groaned as I heard the alarm clock, I turned and glared at my phone and hit the snooze button. I smiled and closed my eyes. The door opened, “(Y/N) get up, it’s our first day back to school, you can’t be late on your first day of high school” Scott spoke. “No” I whined and turned my head so I wasn’t facing him, Scott sighed, “(Y/N) come on”. I shook my head and kept my eyes closed. 

“I didn’t want to do this, but since you won’t listen” Scott trailed on, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, Before I know it, Scott grabbed my ankled and pulled me. “What are you doing?!” I exclaimed. “You need to get up” Scott grumbled and I held onto the headboard. “No!” I yelled, my grip started to loosen and I fell on the ground. “Ugh” I moaned in pain. Scott quickly helped me up, “Sorry”.

“Sure you are” I mumbled and went to get ready. We walked out the door to see Stiles waiting in Roscoe, his jeep. “I call shotgun!” I screamed and ran to the passenger side. “What? That’s not fair” Scott frowned, “Yeah it is, you pulled me out of bed” I answered. Scott looked at Stiles, “She’s got a point” Stiles pointed and Scott got in the back.

We arrived at school and I jumped out as soon as I saw Lydia, “See you two losers later”. I caught up to Lydia and she smiled, “Hey (Y/N)”, “Hi Lyds, how was your summer?” I asked as I leaned against the locker. Lydia pursed her lips, “It was okay, you?”. I shrugged, “Alright, Scott and Stiles have been helping me prepare for Lacrosse try-outs”.

The bell rang and I quickly went my own way to get to class. I wasn’t looking where I was going and immediately bumped into someone. “Shit” I mumbled and grabbed my stuff, “I’m so sorry” I apologized. 

“It’s totally cool, first day of high school is nerve racking” The voice chuckled. “Your first day as a freshman too huh?” I question, “Yeah” they answered. 

“Well, I have to go. It was nice meeting you…” I trailed on, “Mason, Mason Hewitt” he smiled. “(Y/N) Lahey, I’ll see you around?” I introduced my self. Mason nodded, “Definitely, I see you’re going to try out for lacrosse?”.

“Yeah, I am” I answered, “Good luck! Maybe you’ll meet my friend, he’s trying out too” Mason spoke and I waved as we went our separate ways.

By the end of the day, I walked into the locker room and quickly changed. I grabbed my lacrosse stick and jogged onto the field and stood near Scott and Stiles.

“Alright! Listen up! Those that are here for freshman try-outs, get over here in line!” Coach yelled. I jogged towards him and lined up like he had said, I heard snickering and whispers. “A girl trying out? She won’t last long, hell might not even make it”. I put my helmet on.

I’ll prove them wrong, I thought to myself. 

I watched a couple guys shoot the ball into the net, the boy in front of me went and he was able to get the ball in the net the first try. Coach switched him and had him be the goalie and all the guys that went failed miserably and couldn’t  get a shot.

“Lahey! Wait Lahey? Oh, you’re mini Lahey, you’re up!” Coach blew his whistle. I looked around and ran up to the goal and threw the ball, and I smiled when the goalie couldn’t even catch it.

“Impressive, let’s see how you do with two on one” Coach grinned.

Try-outs were now over and we’d find out by tomorrow if we made the team. My hands reached up and I removed my helmet, I looked around for the goalie and found him doing the same. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see it was the goalie. 

“You did good! That was amazing!” He gushed, “Thank you” I smiled. “I’m Liam”.

“(Y/N)” I introduced myself, “You’re the girl Mason told me was going to try out” Liam remembered, “That’s me” I giggled, “How do you know Mason?” I asked.  “He’s my best friend” He smiled. “Must be nice to have one your age” I spoke.

“You don’t know anyone your age?” Liam questioned, “No, I hang around older people since my brother hangs with them, you and Mason are the only ones I met so far that are my age” I admitted. “Oh, well if it makes you feel better, Mason and I would love to have you as a friend” Liam grinned and I smiled.

“By the way, don’t listen to those guys, they don’t think a girl like you can kick their ass but I know for a fact you can” Liam added and we both laughed.

I threw my arm over Liam’s shoulder as we walked towards the locker rooms, “You know, Liam, I feel like we’re going to become great friends”.

SOFTIE

SUMMARY - When you are transferred to Coach Tuckers team , he finds himself turning soft for you. (its a shitty summary sorry)

WORDS - 2891 

PAIRING - soft lance x virgin reader

WARNING - oral (mr/fr) , protected sex 

A/N - Taw @supersoldierslover Thank you so much . I love you boo. 

Also Brendon Urie is a fucking gymnastic coach in this one because HAVE YOU SEEN HIM BACKFLIP . And also I love him so…

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“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you even know what you are doing?” Lance scolded holding a gymnast by her elbow .

“I am sorry . I can do better.”

“You think I am giving you a choice? Go do it again.” He released her and she went straight to the bathroom to probably cover up that she was on the verge of tears .

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Title: Coach Negan (Part 3.)

CHAPTER TITLE: The Results

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
Summary:
Taylor gives you some advice and on the day of the results, Negan asks you out on a date.
Word Count: 4,483
Warning: SMUT!!! HERE WE GO. THE TIME HAS COME (and so has you and Negan lol see what I did there?) 
Author’s Note: I was going to wait another chapter before having them hook-up, but I couldn’t wait any longer. The tension was too thick and I needed to make it happen. Also, thank you guys for all your comments! I’ve been kinda MIA lately, but I appreciate all of you that stick around. I hope you enjoy this smutty goodness! ;-)

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Work It Out

In which Eric Bittle officially comes out to his Mama. 

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It was only hours into Christmas vacation and the Bittle Family’s quaint, sunshine yellow kitchen was already overflowing with every kind of pie-like confection imaginable. Apple. Cherry. Rhubarb. You name it, and it was probably perched on one of the many crowded windowsills.

This increased state of pie productivity was due in part to the fact that the elder Bittle had missed her son/best friend/partner in sugary crime something fierce while he was away at college, but it was mostly just because Eric himself was more nervous than he’d ever been in his whole life.

Today was the day. Today was the day he would tell her about Jack.

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thewesternredcedar  asked:

A birthday that doesn't go as expected

Thanks for the prompt, my dear!  Here you go, @thewesternredcedar.  I hope you like this bit of nonsense.  xo

Summary:  It’s Jack’s surprise 30th birthday party, and the suit on his bed isn’t the only one everyone is going to see him wearing that day.  Also on AO3


Crisse de calice!” Jack yelled as Bitty ran behind him and begged him to stop.

“Happy birthday!” the crowd screamed when Jack entered the living room, and then immediately the cries died as everyone got one giant eyeful of Jack Laurent Zimmermann, naked as the day he was born.

That… was not how Jack expected his birthday to go that morning when he woke up.

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Home Run

A/N: So I actually know nothing about baseball, but I’m trash for Kim Jonghyun so look at where we are now,,,,,anyways, ty @smols-n-tols for helping me with figuring out if baseball jerseys are a thing or not, @heochannies for giving me the idea, and @onibugi-jr bc why not tag you in some jonghyun content?

Pairing: NU’EST’s JR x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Baseball!AU, Friends to Lovers!AU

Word Count: Roughly 2k 1k

Summary: You hate baseball, ever since the concussion of 3rd grade, you’ve hated it. However, it just so happened to be your best friend’s favorite sport, and when he makes the team, you’re forced to go to his game. However, maybe baseball won’t be that bad….

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Churro-Boy pt 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Spider-Man: Homecoming + some curse words here and there

A/N: This is going to take place during Spider-Man:Homecoming with a little twist here and there so Y/N can remain the love interest. (Credits to the writers of Spider-Man: Homecoming because I used a couple lines) This is probably going to be a mini-series because I am slowly building up their relationship. Also, thank you to all of you who requested a part 2! Kinda got carried away with this one

word count: 2.7k 

Part 1


The day after my encounter with Churro-Boy was pretty interesting to say the least. 

I walked down one of the many halls of Midtown and headed to my locker. Sounds like a simple task, but with all these slow people crowding the hall, it was a bit of a struggle; especially considering how restless I was. 

Sometime during dinner last night, my mom and I heard a huge bang coming from down the street. I rushed to the window to try and get a good view, but I couldn’t see much. It wasn’t until later that night when I saw on the news that an ATM -along with Delmar’s Deli-grocery -were completely destroyed. They released the security footage where Spider-Man was fighting some robbers, and then a bright, purple blast filled the screen before the tape ended; I felt anxious because I had just met him hours prior to that incident. He could have died and I don’t want to imagine Churro-Boy getting hurt. I know he’s a superhero and all, but that was seriously dangerous. 

He seems too sweet to get hurt.

Furrowing my brows, I mentally scolded myself for thinking of Spider-Man in that way. I don’t really know him, despite how familiar he seemed.

“Either you’re thinking really hard right now, or your eyebrows are permanently damaged,” my friend said to me.

I closed my locker and glanced at Michelle, who didn’t need to look up from her book to see my inner turmoil. “The lady at the salon seriously miscalculated when she threaded them; I shouldn’t have tipped her. Damn,” I sighed. 

Michelle tried not to smile, but I saw her crack a small grin. “I don’t think you tip salon ladies,” she replied, finally closing her book. “So? What is it this time? Did something happen on one of your shows?”

“Hey, you have your books, and I have my Netflix, okay?” I defended myself. “But something did happen to me last night,” I said more serious.

All morning, I couldn’t wait to tell MJ. It was pretty exciting to say that I met the Spider-Man, and even talked to him! I ate half of his churro! 

Okay -that sounds weird, I don’t think I’m gunna mention that part to her…I’ll let the churro part be our thing. 

Michelle had a quick look of concern flash across her face before she asked, “What?” 

“You know the Spider-Man right?” I asked and she nodded. “I met him.”

“You met him,” she said skeptically.

“Yeah. I know. This sounds crazy, but he was on my fire escape talking on the phone when I was trying to take a nap -don’t look at me like that -and I woke up and kinda threatened him with a bat, and then I realized who he was because, at first, I thought he was some weirdo in tights trying to rob me since his suit looks different from what I’ve seen on Youtube -ya know -so then we just talked and he left. Then the whole ATM thing happened. Down my street!” I said rapidly talking and moving my hands for emphasis.

“Are your lungs abnormally large? Or do you just not take a breath when you talk?” MJ asked, almost incredulously.

“That’s all you have to say? I just gave you the Spark Notes version of the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to me, and you decide to question my anatomy?” I exclaimed.

Michelle narrowed her eyes at me and said, “So you met him.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, disappointed that she wasn’t as excited as I was. Then again, this is MJ we’re talking about.

“Cool,” she smirked.

I smiled back and was about to say something, but then the bell rang. My smile dropped faster than my grades when I heard it and I groaned. “I don’t want to go to class.”

Michelle pat my shoulder in sympathy and said, “Who does?”


After four, painful hours of “learning,” it was finally time for the most hated class on my schedule where I truly learn nothing:

P.E. 

Physical. Education.

Me and exercise simply do not correlate. We just don’t get along.The locker room is gross, and the gym smells like feet mixed with sweat. 

Michelle and I left the locker room, with me constantly grumbling in my head, and Michelle reading her book. 

“You know we have that fitness test today,” I said glancing at MJ, “why’d you bring your book?”

Michelle didn’t look up and kept reading as she walked, “I find that reading books is a better exercise for my brain than some sit-ups; that test is a waste of time that we have to do every year even though some of us are unfit for certain types of activities.” 

“You should be President,” I said slightly astonished. I can never get used to how aware Michelle is of all things unjust. Especially since we’re just sophomores in high school.

“I know,” she replied, walking towards the top of the bleachers. I followed her, looking at my feet as I did so I wouldn’t trip. MJ has long legs, but I sure don’t. I quickly looked up and made eye contact with one of my classmates; he was already looking at me, so it was that awkward moment where we both just look at each other until one of us chooses to look away. Except this time, I decided to say something.

“Hey Pete,” I said, adding one of those tight-lipped smiles. 

His face turned slightly pink and he cleared his throat before saying, “Hey Y/N.”

“Ned,” I greeted with a nod because he too saw this exchange.

He gave me a small wave before turning back to Peter to say something. 

Yeah that wasn’t awkward or anything. Was calling him Pete weird? It kinda rolled off my tongue fine. I’ve never called Peter “Pete” before. Am I overthinking? Yeah -I’m overthinking.

Coach Wilson had a TV rolled out onto the gym and showed us “Captain America’s Fitness Challenge.” I may hate this class, but that video was so cringey that it was somewhat entertaining. Our first station was sit-ups, which didn’t sound that bad. 

I’d rather do that than run the mile.

MJ and I took a place on the mats and she decided to go first. I held her feet down, but instead of sit-ups, she raised her book up and down as if it was weight-lifting.

“You’re doing it wrong,” I told her. “Captain America would be very disappointed in you.”

“How dare you speak to your future President like this,” MJ joked.

I scoffed and shook my head. I looked down at the blue mat and it reminded me of a certain someone. “Did I tell you that Spider-Man is a kid?” 

I couldn’t help but think about Churro-Boy again.  

A kid?” she asked, lightly laughing. “How old are we talkin’?”

“I’m not sure, but maybe a little older than us. Or even our age. Definitely a teenager; his voice cracked sometimes.” I said, recalling our conversation yesterday.

“Cracked? So puberty?” MJ asked incredulously.

“Well no, not exactly puberty. His voice would just rise at some points. And he tried to use this fake, deep voice with a New-Yorker accent,” I giggled. “It was kinda cute actually.”

“Wait,” MJ said, doing a sit-up and staying up. “Are you crushing on Spider-Man?”

Shit.

I stumbled over my words, blushing, “Wh- what? No! No, I SO am not! Tha- that’d be weird; I dont even know him!” I nervously chuckled and tried to play this off.

“Peter knows Spider-Man!” Ned exclaimed.

The whole gym got quiet and looked at the duo.

Peter? Peter Parker knows Churro-Boy? I looked at him, waiting to see what he would do.

Peter gaped at Ned and got up. “Uh, no I don’t, no,” he stuttered a bit and walked towards MJ and I, “I -I mean..”

“They’re friends,” Ned explained.

Flash Thompson scoffed from the rope station and said sarcastically, “Yeah, like Coach Wilson and Captain America are friends.”

Peter ignored him and said to me, “I- I meet him, yeah. A couple times. But it’s, um, through..the..Stark Internship.”

Flash quirked his eyebrow and said, “Mmhm.”

“Yeah well, I’m not really supposed to talk about it,” Peter muttered, glaring at Ned.

“Well that’s awesome,” Flash said sauntering towards Peter, “Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz’s party tonight.”

Peter turned to look at Liz, as did the rest of the gym.

Liz shook her head to compose herself from the sudden attention and replied, “Yeah, um, I’m having people over tonight. You’re more than welcome to come.” 

Peter looked taken back and glanced at me before turning back to Liz and asking softly, “You’re having a party?”

Did Peter not know? She invited the team… Oh right, he quit the other day.

“Yeah, it’s gunna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spider-Man.” Flash mocked.

Peter got slightly flustered and mumbled, “Um.”

“It’s okay. I know Peter is way too busy for parties anyway,” Liz remarked.

Peter has been distant lately, I thought. He’s already quit mathletes club, robotics club, and the decathlon! I’m not obsessed with him or anything, I’m just observant. 

“Peter, it’s just a party; don’t listen to them,” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t need to prove anything.”

Peter looked at me and I offered a small smile.

“Aw, c’mon,” Flash waved off my comment, “You’ll be there. Right, Parker?” 

The bell rang as Peter let Flash walk passed him. Peter clenched his jaw and then walked towards Ned. 

I couldn’t make out their conversation, but my gaze did linger on them after that exchange.

I hope he ignores Flash’s dumb teasing; what a dick.

“C’mon,” MJ said, pulling me towards the locker room.


Later that day, I got home to do some homework (shocking, I know) in my room. My mom walked in to check on me.

“No nap today?” my mom asked me with a teasing smile.

“I would, but sadly, I have plans to socialize with people my age tonight. Remember?” I asked looking up from my notebook. I was sat by my window at my desk, hoping to see a dude in blue and red tights eating a churro on my balcony. No sight of him yet, but I have seen about three pigeons. “I need to get this done before I party like it’s 1999. Whatever that means,” I said tapping my pencil against my math homework.

“Oh right! My baby is going to a party tonight! How exciting!” my mom said, genuinely sounding happy for me. Besides Michelle, I hardly hang out with anyone; but I’m okay with that. “There won’t be any illegal stuff right?”

“Not that I know of?” I said confused. “I’ve never been to a high school party before. I don’t even wanna go to be honest,” I mumbled the last part. The only people I knew were my team mates from the Decathlon; there’s going to be seniors there, and a big social gathering just isn’t my thing.

Thanks to my mother’s incredible hearing, that comment didn’t slip by. Her eyes softened and I looked down at my notebook. “Hey,” she said walking towards me to push back my hair, “you know you don’t have to prove anything to anyone right? If you really don’t want to go, then don’t. It’s just a party, honey.”

That advice sounds familiar, I thought sarcastically in my head. I wonder if Peter took my advice for tonight.

I smiled at my mom and said, “I know; it’s just the nerves talking, I guess. There’s gunna be upper-classmen and I’m just -me,” I shrugged and looked at my mom.

“And that’s all you need to be,” she said pinching my cheek. “And if you want to bail, just text me, and I’ll come get you. We can order pizza and watch a scary movie or something and pretend that party never happened.”

“Thanks mom,” I smiled, slightly embarrassed, yet, touched at her thoughtfulness.

I’ll be fine.


“Let’s go back,” I told my mom, parked outside Liz Allen’s house.

“Sweetheart, you haven’t even stepped outside of the car. Michelle is waiting for you inside!” she tried to reason with me.

I knew I was just nervous, so I took a deep breath and tried to hype myself up. “Yeah, you’re right. I can do this.”

“You have to actually open the door you know,” my mom teased.

“Getting to that part,” I muttered. I stepped out of the car, and put a brave face on. I offered my mom a small smile and she gave me a thumbs up in return before speeding off.

After a small debate with myself, I made my way towards the door. I raised my hand to knock but then put it down. Do people normally knock when going to a party? Or do I ring the doorbell? As I was over-thinking the situation, once again, someone shoved passed me and opened the door.

“Right,” I muttered to myself. 

You just walk in I guess. Where’s MJ at when you need her?

Luckily, I spotted her in the kitchen. I have never been more relieved in my life than in this very moment.

“Hey,” I smiled at her.

She gave me a nod and asked, “Toast?” 

She held out her toast to me and I took it, “Thanks?”

Well, it’s no churro, but this’ll do.

You look like you need it more than me. I’ll just make another. Then we can go somewhere and silently judge everything.”

I bit into my toast and smiled in relief.

As Michelle spread peanut butter over her toast, she said, “I can’t believe you guys are here at this lame party.” 

I turned to see who she was referring to and nearly choked on my toast.

Peter is here. And Ned, but wow, Peter?

You’re here too,” Ned remarked.

“Am I?” Michelle questioned,

“Is she?” I added, “Nice hat by the way.”

“Thanks,” Ned said smiling at me.

“H-hey  Y/N,” Peter smiled, then quickly added, “Michelle.”

“I’ll be over there,” MJ said, biting into her toast as she headed towards the couch.

The three of us watched her walk away, and I chuckled at her blunt-fullness.

“Oh my gosh,” Liz said smiling at us, “Hey guys! Cool hat Ned.”

“That’s what I was saying,” I smiled at her.

“Hi Liz,” Ned smiled. 

“Hey Liz,” Peter said.

“I’m so happy you guys came,” she continued, “there’s pizza and drinks if you wanna help yourselves.”

“Pizza?” I perked up. “Hell yeah,” I muttered as I set down my toast on the table and went to find pizza. About two steps in, I turned back to Liz and said, “This is a great party by the way!”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

Before she got the chance to say anything else she heard something break and excused herself. I looked back to the kitchen and headed towards the pizza boxes on the counter.

“Y/N!” I heard Peter exclaim my name.

I stopped to turn around and looked at him expectantly. “Yeah?”

“Uh, save me a slice, yeah?” he finally said.

Can’t promise anything, Parker!” I grinned, teasing him.

He smiled back at me, and I continued my trek for food. As I was serving two slices on a plate, I heard Flash mock Peter and Ned on the mic. Seriously, what an asshole. First at the gym and now at the party? Maybe pizza will cheer Peter up. Pizza solves lots of problems.

I headed to where I last saw Peter and Ned and saw that only Ned was there. “Hey Ned, where did Peter go?”

“Oh, uh, he went to…the bathroom. But I’m gunna wait for him,” Ned said looking around. 

“Oh,” I said disappointed. “Well, when he comes back, can you tell him I have his pizza?” I was looking forward to hanging out with Peter and Ned tonight.

Yeah, sure thing,” he smiled softly.

If you get bored of waiting for him, come sit with me and Michelle, yeah? There’s a strong chance I’ll eat his slice, and I could use some supervision,” I teased.

Cool, I will,” Ned said.

I gave him one last smile before I joined MJ on the couch. This party was actually turning out fun. And it was…aside from one thing.

Peter didn’t show up for the rest of the night. Him or Churro-Boy. The worst part was that I couldn’t tell what disappointed me the most.


Part 3

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EXO (OT12): Reaction to Meeting Your Ex at Some Sort of Function

Minseok:
The long-awaited family reunion where you could finally introduce your boyfriend to your extended family had come. It was being held at a local amusement park that everyone enjoyed going to. What you didn’t expect was to bump into the boy who broke your heart during college. It was a hard breakup, and Min knew all the details. As you were walking around you heard someone call your name. You turned around to see him smiling at you. You awkwardly introduced him to Minseok. Min placed an arm around you and pulled you closer, “I know all about how you left Y/N because you weren’t ready to grow up yet. Well I would like to thank you for the chance to meet the love of my life. Goodbye now.” You would let Minseok lead you away and reward him with a sweet kiss.

Luhan:
Your younger sibling was graduating high school. Since you and Luhan had been dating for a few years and he had spent time with your family on many occasions he was invited to the ceremony as well. However, a bit of a problem arose when your ex-boyfriend whose younger brother was in the same graduating class as your sibling, sat next to you. Luhan knew how serious you two were and when he recognized the face from old photographs he placed a protective arm around you. Your ex kept trying to coax you into conversations while waiting for the ceremony to start. Lu could tell that you were uncomfortable and was honestly sick of hearing your ex yapping. “Hey,” he said in a respectful yet authoritative voice, “maybe you should go find another seat. Y/N isn’t interested in whatever it is that you are trying to do.” As your ex quietly said his goodbyes and found another seat you looked over at your boyfriend. “Thanks babe, sorry about him.” He looked at you with an adoring gaze. “I just wanted to make you feel better Baobei, this is a special day, and he was ruining it.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and he pulled you closer so you could lean on his shoulder.

Kris (Yifan):
After spending a day with your family, you wanted to take your boyfriend to your favorite restaurant in your hometown. You two were enjoying a romantic dinner when you were suddenly interrupted by your ex-boyfriend who came over to greet you. You were talking to Kris when suddenly his facial expression changed. You turned around to see your ex walking towards your table, “Y/N, it has been so long!” You awkwardly stood and were met with your ex’s arms pulling you into a hug. You had told Kris how you honestly never wanted to see this man again, so he decided that something had to be done. After your ex released you Kris was standing beside you and placed an arm around you. “Hello, I am Kris. I am Y/N’s boyfriend. I suggest you leave us alone and let us enjoy our dinner in peace.” Your ex was shocked, he just turned and walked away without another word. “Are you okay?” Kris asked as he walked you back to your seat. “I am, thank you for saving me.” He sat down and took your hands in his across the table, “of course Baobei.”

Junmyeon:
When you heard that your best friend was getting married you could not wait to be her maid of honor. However, the best man just happened to you be your ex-boyfriend whom you shared quite a history with. Just knowing that you would have to walk down the aisle with him made you unnerved. Junmyeon had been as supportive as possible, telling you that he would make sure that you were alright. While you were getting ready for the ceremony Jun came to give you a kiss before he took his seat. When he saw your ex in the waiting room he was sure to inform him that you were his girl and that he would not condone any acts on his part that would make you uncomfortable. “Y/N is here to make this day as perfect as possible for her best friend, I suggest you do the same.”

Yixing:
What is a trip back home without meeting up with your friends? You decided to introduce Yixing to everyone by inviting them to go bowling with you. But when everyone showed up, there was an unexpected guest. Someone thought it would be a good idea to invite your ex. Yixing being a nonaggressive person tried to be friendly to him. He knew how much this guy made you hurt inside and it was killing him to be kind. When your ex brought up the fact that he missed you Yixing felt the need to step in. “If you cared about her you would not have hurt her like you did, you don’t have any right to miss her, she is happy now.” You couldn’t help but give Yixing a wide smile, “Yes I am,” you said as you happily wrapped your arms around him.

Baekhyun:
When you decided to bring Baek home for the week to meet everyone you also thought it would be a cute idea to have him watch one of your youngest sibling’s sporting events with the family. Everyone was setting out their blankets to sit on the side of the soccer field since it was an under 18 league that didn’t have stadium seating such as bleachers. As you were getting settled down with Beak’s arm around your shoulder and yours around his back you noticed that the coach of one of the teams was your ex. You knew that he had not moved out of the area and that he enjoyed soccer but you didn’t expect him to be a coach, let alone for your sibling’s team. You gave a questioning look at your mother who in return said “I didn’t want it to be an issue, so I just withheld the information from you.” When Baek asked what was going on you responded with “my ex, he just happens to be the coach of Y/S/N’s team.” He gave you a concerned glance, “Are you okay?” What your parents didn’t know but what Baekhyun did is that your relationship didn’t just end because you weren’t getting along, it ended because your ex was threatening to harm you. He never did, but you were not going to risk it. “You are here, so of course I am fine,” you gave him a reassuring smile. When the game was over and your ex finally came over to see you Baekhyun didn’t even give him the chance. “Hello, I’m Baekhyun, Y/N’s boyfriend. I know everything, and if you think I am going to let you near her then you have the wrong idea.” Baek took your hand in his, “good game by the way,” then he led you away without your ex getting a word in. When you got back to the car you couldn’t help but kiss him. “I’ll always protect you Jagiya,” he said softly as he wrapped his arms around you.

Jongdae:
The festivals that took place in your home town every year were very exciting. You always wanted to take Dae to one and now you finally were. As you were walking hand in hand around the fairgrounds you noticed one of your old friends from high school and walked over to say hello. You chatted with your friend and introduced her to Jongdae which lasted for about ten minutes before someone else joined your group. Your ex-boyfriend walked over and placed his arm around your friend’s shoulder. “Hey Y/N funny seeing you here.” When he introduced himself to Dae you suddenly felt Dae’s grip on your hand become tighter. Of course, Jongdae would recognize the name from you telling him about your previous relationship. You and your ex were basically engaged when he decided that he was bored and left you heartbroken. You were struggling for a few years until you met Dae who always seemed to know how to make everything better in an instant. He probably knew the emotions that you were going through and trying to hold back on the inside. So, when your ex decided to start talking about how he and your friend had been dating for a few years Dae stepped in to try to end the conversation. “We really wanted to watch the sunset on the Ferris wheel, I’m sorry but it seems like we will need to get going.” You all went your separate ways and when you were walking to the ride, you gave Dae a kiss on the cheek, “Kim Jongdae, you always know what to do.” He smiled at you and started swinging your intertwined hands back and forth as you continued to make your way to the Ferris wheel.  

Chanyeol:
You thought it would be nice to take Chanyeol to the ski resort that you visited with your family as a child. The trip was super romantic and Yeol loved snowboarding so that was a plus. After waking up and getting ready in your private lodge, you set out to hit the slopes. As you and Chanyeol were waiting for the lift, you noticed a familiar person in line in front of you. “Yeol, I am going to be honest, my ex is in line in front of us.” Yeol made one of his surprised expressions, “You mean the one who cheated on you?” You looked up at your giant boyfriend with a soft expression, “yes, if he notices me please try to let it go.” Yeol just nodded silently and pulled you closer to him, it was a bit of an awkward maneuver though since he offered to carry both of your snowboards. When your ex turned to talk to someone behind him he seemed to have noticed you and called out your name. You tried to act like you didn’t hear him but then he walked back to greet you. “Hey Y/N, long time no see.” You kindly returned the greeting and introduced Chanyeol to him. When your ex mentioned meeting up later, Yeol had to say something. “You gave up your chance with her before, so please don’t try to make things better. She is my girl now.” Your ex apologized and went back to meet up with his group. You giggled at Yeol after he left, “that was super-hot babe, thanks for standing up for me.” Yeol looked over at you with a cute grin.

Kyungsoo:
You had come back home to celebrate your parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. Kyungsoo had been wanting to meet your parents for the longest time and now he could. He had prepared for everything, everything except for your ex going to the party and trying to get you back. When you were dancing with Soo, your ex came up behind and asked to steal you for a dance. Kyungsoo recognized him from your college photos and immediately turned from the soft person he usually was with you to the scary one that you would not want to mess with. “Of course not! How could you come to her parent’s anniversary and do this?” As your ex became annoyed with Soo and tried grabbing your wrist you knew that Soo would not be able to stay so calm. “I suggest you take your hands off the love of my life and leave this party, you are only causing a disturbance.” Kyungsoo pulled you back into his arms and your ex made an outburst of not very friendly words as some of your relatives helped usher him outside. You turned to Soo and gave him a kiss. “I love you too,” you said as you pulled away and returned his smirk with a smile of your own.

Tao:
When your brother said that he would like to have Tao in the wedding party so that you could walk down the aisle with him you were beyond ecstatic. You and Tao had flown into town a few days early so that he could the proper adjustments to his suit, you had sent in his measurements but this fashionista had to look perfect. When you both walked into the tailors to meet up with your brother and the rest of his groomsmen you were surprised to see your brother talking to your ex. Of all the times in the world, your ex was also being tailored for his friend’s wedding. You introduced Tao to your ex and Tao couldn’t help but be a bit jealous that your brother was still friends with him. Your ex and you didn’t end on bad terms, it is just that you both agreed that you didn’t fit each other. Tao knew that so he was friendly to him. However, you did enjoy watching Tao try to impress your brother and his groomsmen and one up your ex. “Baobei, don’t I look amazing in this suit.” You giggled at him, “of course you do. Super sexy.” He flashed one of his adorable grins and gave you a wink.

Jongin:
Since Jongin had spent almost every Christmas with his family and you had been living away from home for several years, he decided to fly you both out to spend Christmas with your parents. When you were there, your family thought it would be nice to go out and see a movie one day. As you were in line talking with Jongin and your parents someone called out your name. You turned around while still holding onto Nini as you saw the face of your ex-boyfriend. You didn’t want to talk to him but you did not want to be rude. You introduced him to Jongin and he said hello to your parents. Jongin was being very civil even though he knew exactly who this person was and had been to you. When you were waiting in line however, Jongin made sure to let your ex know that you were his now. He kept giving you adoring glances and placed his arm around your back. When your ex finally left to go watch another movie you could tell that Jongin was happy. “Jealous, are we?” He giggled at you, “maybe a little.” You pulled him close and hugged him, “that is okay, you are cute when you are jealous. Don’t worry though, you are the only one I want.” Returning the hug, he smiled widely at you, “that is what I like to hear.” Your parents then fawned over how cute you two were with each other.

Sehun:
As a surprise, Sehun bought concert tickets for your sister, you, and him to all spend some time together. It was a group that you and your sister had loved for ages and Sehun just wanted to see you dance and sing because he found it to be the cutest thing in the world. When you were all waiting in line the person in front of you glanced back and seemed to recognize someone. You thought that they might recognize Sehun and were prepared to warn him. But when the person turned to someone in the group with them and pointed you out, you saw that the person they were informing was your ex. Your ex made his way back to say hello to you and your sister, seeming to not notice Sehun at all. That was until Sehun was sick of your ex trying to make conversation with you and spoke up. He placed an arm around you and introduced himself. “I’m Sehun, you seem to have an interest in my girlfriend. I would love it if you went back and joined your friends.” Your sister who seemed to never like your ex couldn’t help but giggle when a look of shock crossed your ex’s face. When he did end up listening to Sehun and moved back to his friends you looked at your boyfriend and joined in on the giggling. “Oh Sehun, I’m honestly surprised it took you that long to send him away.” You gave him a little nudge but then he pulled you close and gave you a quick kiss. “Ewe,” your sister remarked, “could we keep that to a minimum if I am in the same vicinity as you both.” You and Sehun smiled and let out small chuckles.


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