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Mystic Messenger Guys Pregnancy Series - Finding Out #1

Jumin Han

Being the wife of the executive director of the C & R International was never an easy thing to do. Yes, Jumin made you feel as if you were the only girl in the world. He was always showering yo with love and affection…and as much as you hate to admit it…he always showered you with gifts. He spoiled you rotten but you never let it go to your head. Yes,being his wife was a blessing and you could not be any more grateful. However, being his wife, also made it impossible to be out of the public eye. Everywhere you went, someone was there taking pictures, Everything you did was already on the news. And honestly it was making you sick, physically sick. You woke up one morning to immediately rushing to the nearest bathroom and throwing up. You groaned as you finally got the chance to breathe. You thought for a moment before widening your eyes. You quickly stood up and rushed to lock the door  before searching the cupboards for a pregnancy test. You always had one in case one of your nights with Jumin got a tad reckless. You waited anxiously as the test began to work its magic..and there it was…a blue cross. 

To you, you and Yoosung had the perfect fairy-tale life. After the whole big bang that happened during that first 12 days when you first joined the RFA, you and Yoosung finally managed to meet. After many dates, game nights of LOLOL and a very awkward marriage proposal that involved him spilling spaghetti on you and you chocking on a piece of cake, the two of you were finally married. He had finally stop playing LOLOL as much as he used to and  became a veterinarian, to everyone’s surprise, but not to you, to you he was the hardest working guy ever. Everything was perfect…until a few days ago. You had began to feel just downright awful. You had headaches,stomach pains and had been sick quite a lot. Yoosung, being the worrywart he was, fretted lover as if you were dying. You promised him that you were fine and that you booked a doctors appointment. After calming him down and convincing him to go to work, You got dressed and headed towards the doctors where they examined you. You waited patiently for the doctor to come back and when he did, he uttered a sentence that almost made you faint
“Congrats Ms.Kim, you are pregnant”
You and Saeyoung were not married. Yet. And wanna guess why? He had his heart set on marrying you in a space station. Yes , a space station.You were completely fine with it. I mean how long have you known him for? You knew that he was absolutely crazy and had the wildest ideas. But you still loved him, and he loved you., The kisses, the hugs, the late night conversations, the all day gaming sessions, all those moments were so precious to you and the same to him. Everything would be perfect. Only if your parents would like Saeyoung. However, it was quite the opposite. They hated him. They thought he was too loud, too irresponsible, a criminal, a shady guy. They wanted you to have nothing to do with him. And it broke your heart, and Saeyoungs too. Enough to get him into another mental breakdown, but you helped him out of it. It was you and him against the world. However, you did still love your parents. But they basically disowned you when you rejected their request for you to break up with Saeyoung. But..How would they react when that afternoon, on the toilet seat.. that you were pregnant with Saeyoung’s Child?
Zen had been on a stage tour recently and , lets be honest, you have never felt as lonely as you were now. You missed his presence, his cheesy pick up lines, his kisses, his hugs, his muscles and oh the list just goes on and on. Its like that saying ‘ absence make the heart grow fonder’. You just missed him desperately. Before he had left, you both had a memorable night, just so that the two of you left on a high note. You had been married for a few months now and the fans gladly accepted you. Well…Echo girl and her fans still held a bit of a grudge. But you never paid much attention to them. Recently you had been feeling sick. You had a fever and was throwing up quite a lot. You took the day of work and called Zen, who immediately started panicking and began to already plan his way home. You stopped him and said that you were fine before laughing. You suddenly froze and it was as if the cogs in your mind had began turning. Sexy night + Fever + Throwing up. You face-palmed and began to laugh hard. To the point tears were coming out of your eyes. You even forgot that Zen was still on the phone very confused. You sighed as you picked up the phone and said in between giggleS
“Ohh Don’t worry sweetie, i think im just pregnant!”
You and saeran were far from being the perfect married couple, but you were both happy. He still had mental breakdowns and he still was quite isolate and reclusive, but could anyone blame him? After all the crap with Rika, the mystic eye, His mother, His father ,V and his brother, you would be worried if he wasn’t affected in some way. But he trusted you. He let you into his heart. You offered him the love he was deprived from for so long.You stayed by his side no matter what he did or said to you. But honestly, it was not easy. Sometimes the hurtful words he said to you, really hit you hard. You knew that he would never actually mean it. You knew he was not being his real self. But you couldn’t help but fee a tiny bit hurt. And this was one of these times. You had been throwing uo for the past few days and it had finally made him snap. 
“WHAT THE F*** S WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID LITTLE COW”. He screamed out. And you just accepted it. Because you loved him. You knew he didn’t mean it. But, the tears on your face came down even harder. This time hurt much more than the others. This was because..
You were pregnant with his child.

V treated you as if you were his queen. He loved you so much and you loved him back. You were not married nor engaged. Just boyfriend and girlfriend living happily together in his apartment. You loved him, you really did , with all your heart. But you feared that he did not love you as much as you wished. And that was because of her. You glanced at the small photo V kept on his desk. You glared cold at it. Rika. The woman who injured V so horridly. Who hurt Yoosung, Saeyoung, Saeran and Jumin emotionally. You could not understand how V could still love her for such a long time. He finally broke up with her once Zen and Yoosung sent her to a mental health rehab centre. And that is when he began to develop feelings for you. You were so happy with him, but you couldn’t not help feeling just a bit hurt that he was still in love with her. But, what could you do, they were engaged after all. Anyone would be hurt by that. And he was still refusing the eye surgery and time was running out. He was not listening to anyone, not you, Jumin, anyone. And it was worrying you. But perhaps..Perhaps you being pregnant could change everything? Surely, SURELY, he would consider having the eye surgery if it meant possibly never having the chance to see his own son or daughter…

AHHHH I DID IT! Okay i really wanted to start a pregnancy series with mystic messenger cause lets all be serious…its what we all need. AND THANK YOU FOR A 100 FOLLOWERS AGDWEFBJEIOFIEJFOIZ. I was so happy but yeah! do you like this idea?if so please like reblog follow and request for more!!

That Girl is a Problem (2): 2 AM

Paul Lahote isn’t pissed, he can’t even be annoyed. It’s 2 AM and his phone is ringing.

Pairing: PaulxReader

Warnings: Cursing, Underage Drinking

Song(s) to Listen to: Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur OR/AND Closing Time - Semisonic 

A/N: I can not thank you guys enough for the wonderful feedback on part 1 of That Girl is a Problem. Seriously, when it hit 100 notes, I cried. Thank you guys so so much, and please, if you have any requests or questions or if you just want to talk, feel FREE to message me any time!!

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Side to Side Pt. 4

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader


  • Part 4 of the side to side series?! It’s so good I can’t get enough
  • The side to side series is a blessing and a part 4 would make my life. I saw the post where you said it got old but you don’t need to do an Ariana Grande song, you don’t even need to do a song, fuck consistency!
  • Will you be doing part 4 of the side to side series? Maybe tony stark finds out about peters relationship with the reader or something?
  • okay i’m OBSESSED with the side to side series i can’t wait for another one 😍
  • pls make side to side 4!!!yes yes yes to a part 4 of side to side!! also could you tag me in your fics?? ❤️❤️ -@hemmomfg
  • you should just turn the side to side series in a its own fic i think it would be great there could be more character development and detail!

Word Count: 4386 (you’re welcome, bebs)


Summary: You and Peter are trying to find ways to tell your dad about your relationship

Warning(s): Immense fluff, no sin (I know, sad), overprotective dad! Tony, swearing (but that’s nothing new to you sinners)

Author’s Note: Sorry this isn’t smut or anything, but I hope I made for it in the fluff and how long it is. I’ve given up on resisting writing more of this series, so I will gladly take requests for more parts to this since I tried setting up a few things and I have a few ideas for sequels!

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Wanna-One Jihoon Childhood Friend AU!

For Anon, who requested a scenario between Jihoon and a “bad girl”. Later I will be doing a Jihoon Boyfriend AU, so this is separate from that. Enjoy! (You + Park Jihoon)

Warning: Some mild cursing.

  • Still in high school, Jihoon was the class cutie
  • Everyone loved him and his unique personality/fashion sense
  • Was a smol cuddle bean that the guys and girls just adored
  • People would give him whatever he wanted because he was so adorable, but he didn’t take advantage of others
  • His best friends were equally cute (think: jinyoung n daehwi)
  • Lots of skinship and colorful fashion
  • But lets get to your relationship
  • You were his childhood best friend, next-door-neighbors
  • Went to school together hand-in-hand, always had playdates and sleepovers
  • Your parents always thought you two would get married HA
  • (caused lots “EW NO WAY”s from both of you in elementary school… which eventually turned to blushes later in middle school)
  • Anyway, you two were still neighbors, but not exactly best friends anymore
  • Somewhere along the way during the end of middle school you and him had grown apart
  • After your parents’ divorce, you took your pain out on yourself, and became intertwined with rebellious behavior like partying, underage drinking and smoking (although you actually couldn’t tolerate the smell of smoke)
  • You drifted apart from Jihoon as a result, opting for a different group of people to surround yourself with
  • Needless to say, while both of you were still in the same class, you hadn’t talked in years
  • Jihoon had actually liked you for a long time, ever since he was a young kid
  • But as you naturally grew apart, he felt as if he was losing you, who you used to be
  • He knew you very well, he was well aware that you had changed in order to protect yourself from getting hurt, as you had in the past
  • He knew you were trying to hide your emotions from the world and from yourself
  • He felt that he was somehow in the wrong as well, for not comforting you enough when you were in troubled times
  • He thought the real you was still somewhere deep inside you, but the years of guilt had piled up, leaving him unable to talk to you for all this time
  • Anyway…
  • At the school you both went to, while Jihoon had become super popular with everyone, it’s not hard to guess that the exact opposite had happened to you
  • You were frequently the subject of gossip (the bad kind), with people discussing their own theories of why you were… the way you are
  • Abusive childhood to prostitution, you’ve heard it all
  • And frankly, you didn’t care, or at least that’s what you told yourself
  • At school, throughout the day you would use class time as naptime, and frequently got in trouble for using your phone in class
  • Broke the dress code, wearing ripped clothing and hats
  • Shocked some of your teachers who had known you before the divorce
  • Anyway today you got ready for your nap when lectures started
  • But today’s class was different
  • You usually slept the entire day every day, but for once you weren’t able to
  • A loud cry of pain had awoken you, the sound sharply carrying from the front of the classroom to your seat in the very back
  • It was high pitched, but not a girl’s scream
  • Out of reflex that was established for years, you eyes darted up to the classroom, as your mind raced against your will
  • Jihoon? What happened to Jihoon?
  • You stood up quickly, knocking your chair back, your body reacting faster than you could think about your actions
  • You caught sight of the people you hung out with – you could barely call them “friends” – pushing Jihoon to the ground, and taunting him on the floor
  • Jihoon’s face was hard, no sign of weakness or tears, as he stared at his attackers, angering them even more
  • “You think you’re fucking better than us??? Just because you have some pretty face?? Why you shooting us shitty looks with that cute little face of yours??”
  • You quickly sprinted to Jihoon, pushing your “friends” away
  • “What the fuck are you guys doing right now.” You asked, darkly
  • “(Y/N), I think the question here is what are you doing right now. This-” one of your friends responded, kicking Jihoon, “absolute Brat, has the balls to look us in the eye and tell us to talk more quietly. Well, now hopefully he has learned his lesson”, leg lashing out to kick Jihoon again…
  • Before you blocked his leg with your own, not allowing it to reach Jihoon another time
  • “Seriously, you guys are offended by the dumbest shit,” you said, pushing your acquaintances away, purposefully making yourself the target
  • You began to fight with them, maneuvering yourself, and consequently them, out of the classroom
  • It was no big deal to you; you fought with them all the time
  • And it wasn’t as if you needed them, anyway
  • You returned to the classroom hours later, the school day almost over, bruises and fingernail scratches covering your arms and face
  • On your desk, you found a small note stuck to the book you had been using as a pillow
  • There was a singular word on the note: “Thanks.”
  • You reddened as you realized that this was Jihoon’s handwriting
  • Were you… embarrassed?
  • The boy you hadn’t talked to in years
  • You were dismayed: did you seem soft all of a sudden?
  • This isn’t what you wanted, but then your reaction wasn’t exactly what you had expected from yourself
  • You were trying not to think about it and ignore that what you did never happened, but this note just made everything more complicated
  • I would have done the same for anyone else, you told yourself. I don’t give a shit about him anymore, we have been broken off for years now
  • You started to crumple the note, but realized your hand wouldn’t listen to your directions
  • You ended up just sticking the note in the book, shaking your head, and laying back down on your book
  • You could barely sleep
  • As soon as the bell rang, you jumped up and ran out of the classroom, not wanting a confrontation with Jihoon or your your friends or literally anyone else
  • This was the first time in years you had felt so attacked and unsure of what was going on
  • You raced home on your bike, quickly running up to your room and locking yourself inside for the rest of the afternoon and night
  • For once, you didn’t touch a single bottle of alcohol after school
  • All the thoughts you had been having for years had just started consuming you, insanely stressing you out, leaving you unable to sleep
  • Sometime in the late night, your thoughts were momentarily stopped by the rhythmic flicking of light
  • Memories flooded your mind, recognizing that the lights were coming from the house next to yours
  • Jihoon.
  • The signal you both used to use before you had phones or a way of communicating late at night
  • Flick-pause. Flick Flick-pause. Flick-pause.
  • You gravitated towards your window
  • Ah, Jihoon. Seriously.
  • He wasn’t the type to linger on these things like you
  • He had been waiting all this time for a sign from you
  • A sign that you still cared, because he certainly did.
  • You stood near your window, a couple of tears starting to fall down your face
  • You had no idea why you were even crying, you just were
  • Jihoon opened his window that faced your room… you both had insisted moving to the rooms in your respective houses that would allow for the easiest nighttime communication
  • You kept telling yourself this isn’t what you wanted, you couldn’t become close to people again or you would just get hurt
  • You were telling yourself that your hands opening the window on your end were moving against your will
  • But inside, you missed letting yourself be happy. You missed your relationship with your parents. You missed your friends.
  • You missed Jihoon.
  • A lot.
  • Before you knew it, your window was open, and you finally saw Jihoon, unable to look him in the eye, tears continuing to fall down your face
  • And then you heard his voice, talking to you, the first time in what felt like forever
  • “(Y/N), why are you already crying, we haven’t said anything yet!” He giggled out
  • His laugh, oh god how you missed that laugh
  • You finally managed to meet his smiling eyes, causing you to break down completely
  • “Jihoonnnnn-ahhhh,” you choked out through your sobs
  • You looked up again, and he was gone
  • You panicked, unable to think clearly, falling to the floor
  • Where was Jihoon?? Did you imagine this whole thing?? Was this a dream??
  • Before you knew it, you felt warm and reliable arms encircling you, a hand pulling you to a shoulder
  • "Shh, (Y/N), it’s okay. It’s all okay now,” he whispered, stroking your hair
  • “I ran over as fast as I could,” he paused, letting out a laugh that you felt
  • “You still keep your house key under the mat? Dummy,” he continued, squeezing your cheek, just like old times
  • Just like old times. You let that sink in
  • You clutched onto Jihoon, afraid this was a dream, afraid he would go
  • For this whole time you had denied to yourself how much you missed him, how much you had struggled on your own, closing yourself off from the world
  • But he was back
  • Jihoon felt your tight grasp, and of course he knew what you needed to hear
  • "I’m not going anywhere, and you better not either.”
  • You nodded into his neck, tears collecting on his skin and shirt
  • I’m not going anywhere, either, Jihoon. Ever.

A/N: Well, this was a wild ride, lmao. I feel like it was a bit rushed to be a oneshot but hey, whatever!!

A bit late, but thanks for 100 followers and all of the support! Getting to all the requests, thanks for your patience :) 

Beside You- Luke Hemmings Imagine

Summary: Luke and (Y/N) have always had feelings for one another, but were always to blind to see it. Thanks to some help from the other boys, and the music video producer for the boy’s latest song, the feelings between the two are easily discovered.

A/N: This is one of my longest imagines I have done, but I wanted to say thank you to all of those who have followed me, I have now reached over 100 in the short time that I have started this blog. It would really mean a lot if I could get some comments about my writings, so if you have a quick second, leave me a little note! 

P.S. Possible part 2?

“You want me to what” you asked incredulously.

“We want you to be in our new music video” Ashton said with a large grin.

“But aren’t you supposed to get super hot models for these sorts of things? Even with a make-up crew I won’t look half as good as those type of girls” you said with a frown.

“Will you stop (Y/n), you are one of the most beautiful girls we know.” It was Luke who spoke this time, his voice was soft, sincere, and possibly one of the most serious tones you have ever heard him use.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you break your eye contact with the boys and look to the floor. The boys can tell that you’re thinking of other reasons why you shouldn’t do the music video, but for once your mind was blank.

“Fine, I’ll do it. I mean it’s mainly going to feature you guys anyways, right?” you said, mainly trying to convince yourself. “What song is it for anyways?”

“Now that’s a surprise. But don’t worry you’ll see tomorrow when we start filming.” Calum chimed in. Your mouth opens in protest but closes shortly after realizing there is no way the boys would give it up.

The rest of the day consisted or you just hanging out with the boys as they talked about how great their tour was. You watched carefully as each of their eyes lit up while talking about some of their favorite memories. As it grew darker, the boys started leaving one by one until it was just you and Luke.

Luke was undoubtedly your best friend. He has been there for you for every hard time. Whether it was when your dog died when you were 13, or when you were being bullied in high school. He was your rock, and dare you say, your knight in shining armor. However, you never told him how you felt, for fear that he doesn’t feel the same. Of course, all the guys knew, but they also knew something you didn’t: Luke felt the same.

Once all the guys were gone, you and Luke just sat next to one another in a comfortable silence. The warm summer breeze touched your skin as you gazed into the night sky.

“Hey Luke, since it’s almost tomorrow anyways, can you tell me what song the music video is for, or at least what we will be filming?” you ask giving the puppy dog eyes.

“You are so stubborn, you know that right?” he says through breathy laughs.

“Come on, pleaseeeeeee” you ask.

“Honestly I don’t know that much myself. I do know what song it is, but that’s about it.”

“Oh come on, you are totally holding out on me!” you insist. You sit so that you are facing Luke, each of your small hands on his shoulders so he can’t turn away from your gaze. “Just give me something to go off of.”

“Alright, well it’s for our new song called Beside You, and I think there are other three more females joining us on set. But that is about all I know” he confessed.

Your hands leave his shoulders as you try and think as to what you will be filming tomorrow. Unfortunately, you haven’t gotten to listen to all of the boy’s new album so you didn’t know the meaning behind Beside You.

“I can see the wheels turning, but I guarantee you it’s nothing to worry about. You’ll have a blast. Promise” he mentions while holding out his pinky. You intertwine your pinky with his and shake them, something you have always done ever since you were little.

“Okay Lucas, if you insist” you say with a laugh. “Well it’s getting late so I’m going to head off to bed, got to get my beauty sleep for my filming debut tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I should probably head out too. Don’t want the star of the video to look like crap” he says giving a wink.

Before even thinking, words left your lips that you wouldn’t usually say.

“Why don’t you just spend the night” you say quickly and quietly, hoping that Luke may not have heard you. But when your gaze met his, you can tell he heard your question. “I mean, it will just be like when we were younger. Just don’t hog all the blankets this time.”

“Alright, yeah if that’s alright with you. It would be nice to not have to wait for a cab to get here, and that way you and I can just drive to the studio together in the morning.”

The two of you walk up to your bed room, laughing and reminiscing in old times the whole way up. Sure, at first you’d be nervous that this would be awkward, but the moment you both were laying in your bed it felt like old times. You two stayed up for a few more hours just talking about everything that came to your minds. As your eyes grew heavy, you snuggled into Luke’s chest, while soft hums escaped his lips as you drifted off to sleep.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was, beside you” he lightly sings. This is exactly where Luke had longed to be, with you fast asleep in his arms. He never thought you looked more beautiful, even with a bit of eyeliner left on from earlier in the night, your hair fallen onto your face, and soft snores escaping your lips. All Luke wanted, was to be beside you.


The loud beeping of your alarm woke you up. Bright light was shining through your curtains as you notice that your head is still on top of Luke’s chest. His eyes were still closed, typical Luke, not waking up easily.

“Hey, butt face, wake up.” You say while poking his nose. His face scrunches as his eyes flutter open trying to adjust to the brightness. “Come on sleepy head, get up!” A groan escapes Luke’s lips as he is adamant about staying in bed. “Alright you asked for it” you begin as you take a pillow and smack it onto his face.

“That’s not even fair!” he protests.

“Then get up sleeping beauty” you say while landing another hit on him.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet between the two of you. You each quickly showered and then drove off to the studio. The entire ride over you kept insisting that Luke play the song for you, so you have an idea of what to expect, but the stubborn boy kept refusing.

As you walked into the studio you saw the other three boys standing next to three gorgeous girls. You immediately felt insecure and Luke could sense the shift in your attitude. His arm ran across your shoulder as he guided you to where the group was standing.

“There you guys are, you were supposed to be here nearly a half an hour ago” Ashton said.

“Sorry but princess Luke takes forever to wake up” you said while rubbing your hand through Luke’s hair. He playfully swats your hand away, all while still keeping his arm around your shoulder.

“Well since you guys are late, the director already assigned parts.” Michael mentioned.

“What do you mean” you question.

“Well, if you can’t tell there are four girls and four guys, so we are being divided into pairs. Calum is with Shelly, Michael is with Kristen, I’m with Morgan, and so Luke and (Y/n) you’re obviously together.” Ashton answered.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be filled in more while they are doing your hair and make-up” Michael said.

Shortly after talking with the boys, a crew came to take you and the other girls to hair and make-up. You got to know the other girls better and it turns out they weren’t uptight models and actresses that you expected them to be. All the girls were very down to earth and had their own hobbies and interesting life stories.

“Okay ladies, so here’s how today is going to work” the direct said as he entered the room. “You are going to hear the song a few times right now before we start filming, just so you can get a better feel for the song, and then you each will be taken to your own set with the boys and film your stuff there.” As he left the room music began to play. The lyrics were beautiful and you could tell they came for the heart.

“Miss (Y/n), are you alright?” the makeup technician asked you. You hadn’t even realized that the song has played 3 times already, and now here you were with tears falling down your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, sorry, the song just means a lot” you say with a weak smile.

After you were finally done getting ready for filming you were lead to a set of a kitchen. When you walked in you saw Luke in a similar outfit to you which consisted of plaid pajama pants and a black V-neck. Your outfit consisted of pajama shorts and a grey t-shirt.

“Wow (y/n) you look amazing” Luke says as he pulls you into a hug.

“Thanks” you answer shyly.

“Alright, Luke and (Y/n), so here’s what I’m thinking. So, all of you guys have your girlfriends and each pair has their own thing going on. Your scene is that you guys just woke up to make some breakfast with one another. But don’t just be boring and go through the motions, you aren’t just cooking. Basically, we are showing how each of the couples are before the life of fame and touring takes the guys away. So you two are supposed to be in love so that’s what we need to see. There’s going to be more to the video, but let’s just focus on the emotions in this part first. And just remember the cameras aren’t here, just be how you two normally are together, okay?”

“Sounds good” Luke chimed in.

To say everything felt awkward was an understatement. Neither of you two were entirely sure what to do, and it didn’t help that there was a crew of at least 10 people focused on you. Once the director said action, you each tried to act as naturally as possible. You went and grabbed a box of pancake mix and asked Luke to grab out a pan. You start reading the instructions and pay no attention to Luke who is standing right next to you.

“Alright umm let’s cut for a moment” the director said. “Luke, (Y/n), you guys are best friends, just act like you normally would, okay? Don’t be so dry and pretend none of us are here.” The two of you nod your heads in understanding. You don’t know why this was so hard for you and so awkward. You’ve literally known Luke your whole life and are best friends, so why can’t you just have fun with this scene.

“And action” the director says.

An awkward silence fills the room as you and Luke go through the motions for making breakfast for the two of you once again. You try and reach for a bowl on a shelf but come up just too short. Looking to Luke for assistance, he comes over with a small laugh, and is easily able to grab the bowl. When he sets it down on the counter in front of you, you become fully aware of how close he is to you now. His breath is hitting your neck as you stand there for what feels like an eternity.

“Cut” the director yells. “Alright team here’s what we are going to do. Let’s set up two cameras on tripods in separate corners, and then let’s place two more in other locations. Then we will step out, and you two can just be alone and do what you do best. I just feel like we aren’t getting anything from you guys and so I’m hoping this will help.” The camera team quickly moves around the room setting up multiple cameras in various locations.

“I’m sorry I suck” you say softly to Luke.

“You don’t suck. Trust me, my first music video was super awkward too. Don’t worry, by the end of filming it will look great, and soon every director will want to star you in their video” he says with a wink. The rest of the camera crew clears out so now it is just you and Luke on set. Before they left, the crew turned on some music to play softly in the back ground.

“Okay so I’m totally going to try and make pancakes, and so you better help me” you say with a smile.

“Sure just direct me around and we will make the best damn pancakes you’ve ever had” Luke replies.

“Okay so first we need two cups of flour” you say as you read the directions. Luke listens and scoops out two cups of flour and pours them into the bowl.

“Hey (y/n)” he asks.

“Yeah?” You turn around to face Luke only to be met with flour being sprinkled on your head.

“Oh, you are so dead” you say with fake anger. Taking your hand, you reach into the bag of flour only to smack your white hand across his clean black shirt. Luke let’s out a gasp of fake hurt as his face lights up with a smile.

To stop you from doing more damage he grabs each of your wrists and raises them above your head. You two just stand there for a moment, the only sound coming from the music the crew turned on. Before you had a chance to fight back, Luke’s lips crash to yours.  As the kiss grows deeper he removes his hands from your wrists and moves them to your waist. He carefully picks you up and places you on the counter, placing his body in between your legs. Your hands make their way through his hair as you two have yet to stop for air. A soft chuckle escapes from you as Luke’s fingers unknowingly tickled your side.

“We should still try and make some pancakes too” you say through kisses. This time it was Luke who laughed at your comment. After he nods his head in agreement he helps you off the counter, keeping his hands on your waist.

The two of you continue to make pancakes, sneaking kisses in every chance you get. Luke follows each of the instructions you give him, and is surprised when he sees that the finished result actually looks delicious. As you two sit and eat, Luke tells more embarrassing jokes of the boys from tour. Everything is perfect until you hear a loud voice that you didn’t expect to hear back so soon.

“There’s my two favorite love birds” the director jokes. “Well we definitely got the footage we needed from the two of you together, so now there is just a couple of individual things we need to get today, and then it should be all done. So (Y/n) why don’t you head back to hair and make-up so they can clean you up a bit. Luke you’re going to meet up with the guys. Once again great job, and Luke I had no idea you were such a great actor.”

“Thanks” Luke says with a laugh. “That’s what happens when you’re a Rockstar I guess.” The moment Luke finishes speaking you feel your heart break a little bit. Of course, Luke was just acting, he’d never be into you like that. You walk away, trying to contain yourself from crying, until you hear Luke call your name. You take a moment to compose yourself and put on a happy façade for when you speak to him.

“Hey (y/n) I just wanted to say you did a really great job.” Luke says while flashing a smile.

“Thanks, looks like you should consider acting more yourself” you say with a weak smile. Before either of you could say anything else a crew member comes and pulls on your arm to get you back into the dressing area. A small sigh escapes Luke’s lips as you leave, wishing he could have gotten to tell you what he has been trying to say.


After you finished filming you went straight home, not bothering to talk to any of the guys. Today had been a long and trying day and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. When you go and check your phone you see 8 missed calls from Luke and a handful of messages.

“Great” you mumble. What could he possibly want? Sure, you didn’t directly let him know that you were leaving, but you told Ashton to pass the word. You were drowning in your thoughts of the day’s actions until you heard a light knock on your door.

“Shit” you mutter. You didn’t really feel like answering the door, and had silently prayed that whoever was on the other end would just go away. But to your dismay, the knocks got increasingly louder and more adamant, as if that person needed to get inside right now. With shaky hands, you take a deep breath and open the door.

“Luke” his name comes out as more of a question from your lips as you’re surprised at his arrival.

“I’m really sorry” his shaky voice says. You make room for him to come inside but he just stays where he is. Your gaze keeps to the ground because you know if you look into his eyes your walls will come crumbling down. “(Y/N) I wasn’t acting” he stated plainly.


“I wasn’t acting” he said. And with that said Luke closes the gap between your bodies and places his lips onto yours….


Part 2?

Cat Hybrid!Woozi

Requested by anon: that was so cute omg can I request cat!hybrid woozy… angst bc feelies, but majority fluff? 


warnings: tHIS SCENARIO SUCKS SO MUCH IM SO SORRY ITS SO BAD and also Woozi got so cute and sweet it gave me diabetes 5 times rip i need more Manly Jihoon smh

  • Oh boy,,,, here we go
  • With another woozi au jesus christ yall
  • I can def see him being a cat anywayz let’s get to it
  • The sun was shining, a v v beautiful day!!!
  • so you and your friends decided to go out
  • You were walking in downtown and you guys were just aimlessly strolling and checking out shops as you went along
  • And then you’re like
  • O m y g o d wHA T IS TH A T
  • And you pointed to a cat cafe and you’re like pL S LET’S GO THERE NOW!!!
  • And your friends are like o boy ok sure bc they know how much you love cats
  • When you push open the door a little cute bell jingles and you’re already in love with this place
  • When you ring the bell, a bunch of cats perk their ears up and they’re like !!!! a human!!!!!!

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RFA + V + Unknown – Sleeping Headcanons

(AN: I’m at the point where I’m just randomly making up ideas here and there, I’m sorry, I’m slowly running out of content. Things are super busy right now and I’ve been dealing with health issues ;u; I’ll try and reblog more prompt posts if you’d like that? Any feedback at all on what you all would like would be absolutely amazing!

On another note, I’m already at 125 followers, even though I only just hit 100 a few days ago! Thank you all for sticking by me and for spreading my work around – it means so, so much to me! I’ve gotten nothing but support in this fandom, and I’ve only seen one negative post overall! This might be the best fandom I’ve ever participated in honestly! Thank you all. Take care, and enjoy!

Also, sorry for flickering between saying ‘MC’ and saying ‘you’, I just couldn’t decide which I wanted to say and I don’t want to go through almost 2k words and fix it all ;u; Sorry!)

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A drabble to celebrate reaching 100+ followers on @kolivance!! Thank you guys for spreading the love and supporting this ship as well!

 Lance was smiling.  It was a small calm smile, one Kolivan didn’t see much on the other’s face when the paladin was aware there were more people in the room.  Seldom times had Lance shared that same smile with Kolivan himself when it was just the two of them, whether during or after training, or on different occasions between the two of them.

 He’d never truly admit it to anyone, not even to Lance himself, but Kolivan absolutely adored that smile.  It was an honest one, one that was mirror of true contentment within, a gesture adorning Lance’s face when worries managed to be left aside for a moment every now and then.  Kolivan liked that it lacked false bravado and that instead the corners of thin lips curled with grace and sweetness.  It made Lance’s face shine in unsuspecting ways Kolivan had never been truly ready to discover but that he had grown fond of anyway.

 He wanted to see Lance smile like that more.  It made him feel at ease too.

 Remaining where he was standing a few steps past the entrance to the room, he continued watching Lance, honestly amused the other hadn’t noticed his presence just yet.  The shorter male had what Kolivan had recently learned to be headphones covering his small and round human ears.  He didn’t understand why humans would use something that dampened their already weak hearing, and he had denied Lance and the green paladin’s proposal of trying on the headphones himself, but it did seem that they enjoyed using them to their heart’s content whenever possible.

 Lance’s eyes were also closed.  He was humming out some kind of melody, one Kolivan didn’t know, but that wasn’t something new.  It was understandable and to be expected, as well.

 What he did not expect was for the paladin to start singing next.

We could close the curtains, pretend like there’s no world outside,” Lance’s voice sounded sweet—sweeter than what Kolivan ever thought it could turn to be, and he found himself walking closer to the human, mesmerized, unknowingly being pulled in by Lance’s energy.

 The shorter male threw his head backwards then, partially resting it on the edge of the backrest of the large couch where he was sitting.  The lighting casted a beautiful glow on his features, and Kolivan knew there was no sense in denying he had lost himself for a moment staring at the smile on Lance’s mouth.

 “We could pretend it all the time,” Lance was still singing, and each word rolling past those lips made Kolivan want to know the lyrics as well so he could have something to share, to make the moment more… theirs, “And can’t you see that it’s just raining… there ain’t no need to go outside…

 Somehow within the span of one thought and another, he was now standing right by the human’s side.  The other carried on melodically saying the rest of the song, and it came to an end soon enough, though the precious smile remained.

 Now Lance was opening his eyes—blue meeting yellow ones, and he was too startled to notice the serene and fond expression on Kolivan’s face.  Instead, Lance jumped a bit on his seat, bouncing on it once, as he let out a high pitched squeak, a hand immediately moving to his chest where Kolivan knew the heart was.

 “What the quiznak—what—,” Lance removed the headphones and placed them by his side on the couch along with a small device connected to them, “Kolivan!.” he whined, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks, “Don’t scare me like that!”

 “I apologize,” Kolivan said, a smile of his own appearing on his lips, “it wasn’t my intention.  You have a beautiful voice.”

 “I, well, yeah, o—wait. What?,” now the color was taking over the bridge of his nose and the entirety of his cheeks, and he stood, even though the height difference was still there, “How long have you been here?”

 “A while,” Kolivan admitted, surprising Lance yet again.  “You seemed to be really content.  What were you singing?”

 “It’s a song my brother used to like a lot and I—,” Lance tilted his head backwards so he could look at the other better, eyes narrowing slightly, “What do you mean a while? And are you smiling? Oh my—oh my god, Kolivan, your smile is gorgeous!”

 The two of them stood there, close to each other, for a moment before Lance promptly realized what had stumbled out of his mouth.  Kolivan noted quickly enough that the other was surely about to try and apologize; it was written all over his face after all.  It just amused him even more.

 “Your smile is beautiful, too,” he said, giving a small nod before turning around and leaving the room, leaving a speechless and flustered Lance behind.

(pls forgive me, i’m not a photo editor. i just wanted ot7)

Hey, everyone! I recently hit 100 followers! I’ve had this blog since January and even though I had a rough start and I wanted to leave a few times, I’m very glad I pushed through. I wanted to save a follow forever for another milestone and just do a drabble game for this one but there are so many amazing blogs a wanted to thank. I really appreciate every single one of you guys. This blog has been a safe haven for me, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without it. I’ve felt much more loved on this blog in the short time I’ve had it than on my previous blog, which I had for 2 and half years before I left. Even though this blog may be considered ‘small’ to some people (not that it matters to me), I still feel as if I genuinely matter to all of you, and I can’t thank you enough. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude. I really do care about all of you. All the users that show up under my followers are my friends, and I care about each one of you so much. Thank you all so much for all that you’ve done for me. I’m beyond grateful.

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so basically whilst me and @cosmic-clara / @put-in-writing were catching up, we somehow started talking about how much we adored watching the buzzfeed unsolved videos and that escalated into an hour long conversation about how modern!peter is a SLUT for conspiracy theories/ghost/aliens/and pretty much EVERYTHING SUPERNATURAL RELATED! so without further ado, here’s some headcanons from me and clara!

(aka, the one where peter is like mulder and his s/o is like scully)

  • peter has always been super interested in supernatural stuff because “IT’S SO FUCKING COOL BABE”
    • but his obsession really started when you guys were procrastinating and started watching the buzzfeed unsolved videos
    • he 100% can and will sit and watch all of them in one sitting
      • and he always low key freaks out because “THIS SOUNDS SO FUCKING LEGIT BABE”
        •  “I KNOW THE ILLUMINATI AREN’T REAL BUT LIKE….. what if they can hear me say that….” “peter oh my god”
      • some nights he’ll poke you until you’re awake and be like “so…. do you think that the clintons are apart of the illuminati and are shapeshifting lizard people? it sounds plausible” “GO TO SLEEP PETER” “but i kNOW THEY ARE” and then he proceeds to delve into a deep theory and you’re just about to lose your shit
        • (he’s tried to get charles to look into the clintons minds to see if he can ‘read’ their lizard thoughts)
        • (charles has lost count how many times he’s asked)
  • he ALWAYS nonchalantly will be like “wow i can’t believe we ACTUALLY didn’t land on the moon”
    • kurt is literally SHOOK when he hears that
    • everyone has to stop peter from explaining to kurt a theory that will last four hours
  • peter almost cried when charles told him that JFK was a mutant
  • when he’s sick he’s always like “i can’t take medicine, it’s a ploy by the government to control our minds-” “peter just take the fucking advil or i won’t suck your dick”
  • one of his favorite cases is the zodiac killer!!
    • (his favorite meme is 100% that ted cruz is the zodiac killer. it’s confirmed that peter made posters with ted cruz’s face next to the police sketch and hung them around school)
    • he’ll take you to the crime scenes to look for clues because he’s 100% convinced that the zodiac is still out there
      • if it’s dark and he hears a noise he’ll dash out of there and back to the car LEAVING YOU THERE
  • a lot of your dates consist of UFO hunting!
    • you take a picnic basket, loads of blankets, and take a truck out to a remote field where he’s researched to be a UFO hotspot and you guys sit out there with binoculars
      • he takes a picture of you wrapped in blankets and looking up at the stars with binoculars and captions it “UFO hunting with my lady. #BEAMUSUP”
    • you bought him that iconic ‘i want to believe’ poster and he almost cried from happiness
    • you guys have gone as mulder and scully for halloween multiple times!!
  • another favorite show of his is supernatural! (”i only like the first three seasons though, there’s way more monsters!”)
    • he has a little journal in which while he’s watching, he’ll take notes “just in case” (there are a lot of little doodles in there, too!)
    • one day while you’re cleaning your room you find salt on the windowsill, and you sigh
      • your first thought is “peter u fucking trash can” but then you realize it’s kiNDA SWEET? because he just wants to make sure you’re safe 100% of the time
      • he also buys you deans amulet one year for your birthday because he again, wants you safe all the time
        • when you kiss him and thank you warren says “that’s not the only protection she’ll need tonight ;–)”
    • peter has dozens of the temporary demon protection tattoos from the show!
    • one time you walk in to your room and he’s mumbling something in latin and you’re like “damn peter back at it again with the freaky ghost shit” SO WHEN YOU ASK HIM WHAT HE’S DOING HE’S JUST LIKE “it’s a protection spell!”
  • peter is a huge slut for that cheesy ghost adventures show, omfg
    • his favorite episode is this one

    • you actually enjoy this one a lot because its HILARIOUS
    • he would totally act like that around ghosts, omfg
      • he’d here a noise and fucking BOLT
  • peter get’s really into ghosts after he takes a picture of you in the mansion one day, and there’s multiple little orbs behind your shoulder
    • that’s the start of his obsession with finding the ghost in the mansion
      • “peter it’s a camera flare omfg” “….that’s what it wants us to think…..”
    • you buy him a cheap ghost detector for his birthday one year as a joke, but he actually get’s SUPER excited
      • he uses it everyday, tbh!
      • he walks around the halls with it and JFC does the beeping get annoying
      • one time at like four a.m. it went off and peter freaks out because it’s not the usual beeping, it’s like erratic beeping
        • “BABE THE GHOST IS HERE OH MY GOD” “peter it probably just needs new batteries” “but bABE” “go to sleep before i start screaming”
      • charles has to confront him one day because “you’re scaring the younger students”
        • “you know what should scare them more? GHOSTS, you should be thanking me that i’m patrolling” “peter, that is a childs toy.”
    • he really is protective of the boys because he relates to them hella, especially when they get bullied
    • so you just let him cuddle into you as you watch!!
      • (he asked hank to make him ghost hunting weapons like in ghostbusters)
      • (hank said no)
    • he bought you one and threw at you and said “PUT IT ON BABE WE’RE GOING GHOST HUNTING”
      • (you’re both low key attracted to each other in the costumes)
    • one day while you’re in the hallway you see peter bolt by in his ghostbusters costume and you’re just like “peter, back at it again” but then you see 10 little boys in ghostbusters costumes chasing after him!!
      • they all make little cardboard ghost detectors so they can follow peter around with them
        • (it’s low key bc peter didn’t want them to mess with actual ghosts shh)
          • charles wants to call him out on it but the kids are so happy with him 
          • so he lets it happen
      • one night you go to your shared room only to find peter surrounded by the boys with a light under his chin, telling scary stories
        • peter gave you the happiest little grin you almost DIED inside
        • you see the way peter makes them all giggle and laugh and that’s just a reminder of why you love him
    • somewhere along the way the little girls made you the leader of their female ghostbusters squad!
      • you and the girls are always in a prank war with the boys!
    • one day you and peter set up a game where The Squad put sheets over their heads and whoever catches the most ‘ghosts’ wins!
      • if you catch Kurt you win (bc he’s a teleporter!) he’s pretty much the golden snitch of the game
      • there’s a lot of laughs and pranks and it’s such a good time!!
      • the boys try to prank the girls in the middle of the night but jokes on them because the girls found out and got them while they were trying to prank them
    • peter’s favorite halloween meme is the fucking skeleton war
      • he hides a bunch of plastic skeletons around the mansion dressed up in weird costumes
        • “PETER WHY IS THERE A SKELETON WITH A PLASTIC SWORD IN MY BATHROOM” “the skeleton war…… it’s coming…….” “i hate you so much”
        • the whole school loves this fucking meme
          • there’s a sudden influx of plastic weapons and charles is like “what the fuck” when he confronts the kids, but they’re just like “THE SKELETON WAR PROFESSOR, IT’S COMING”
          • this is pretty much what it’s like living with peter during this
    • one of his favorite halloween things to do is a stupid fucking ouija board
      • he gets the squad to try it one night and this is how it goes
    • peter asked it one time if it was a friendly ghost, and when it moved to ‘no’ everyone lost their shit
      • somewhere along the way the board got tossed and you all freak out because you were supposed to say ‘goodbye’ and you didn’t
      • you all don’t sleep for a week
    • he also LOVES hitting up haunted houses!!
  • one time while you guys were having sex he thought of a new theory to the Bermuda triangle conspiracy and he literally got up to write it down
      • “I CAN’T FORGET IT BABE IM SORRY” “you do it one more time we’re stopping and going to sleep” 
      • he does it again so you roll over and he’s like “I’M SORRY PLEASE PLEASE”
      • “nothing makes me drier than you bringing up aliens peter goodnight”
        • when you tell the squad all the boys roast him for it
        • “you can all thank me when the truth comes out bye”
  • when you guys watch scary movies he’s always pointing out the details
    • “that’s signs of a poltergeist not a demon smh”
      • after peter bugged charles to get a priest, he has the damn audacity to make a daddy joke
      • and if peter ever tried to excerise a demon by himself it’d be like that scene from this is the end
        • you would be the one saying “that’s you’re fucking plan?! you’re gonna repeat lines from The Exorcist?!” “well i would assume they did their fuckin research!” “iT’S A MOVIE” “IT’S A MANUAL, A FUCKIN MANUAL”
  • one summer you guys hit up every UFO hotspot, roswell, area 51, and the most haunted locations in america (and you maybe even go international!)
    • one time though you guys got fucking arrested for climbing into a restricted area
      • charles sent alex to bail you guys out
        • “why the fuck would you try to break into area 51 jfc i don’t get paid enough for this shit
          • (exasperated dad!alex summers is real af)
  • another time peter wanted to go hunt for bigfoot so he took you up to oregon to go camping
    • so you told scott and he bought a bigfoot costume and followed you guys without peter knowing
    • when you guys are making a fire you tell scott to make some ruckus so when the noise of a twig breaking peter nearly loses his shit
    • he grabs his camera and drags you into the woods and tHERE IS SCOTT IS HIS SHITTY COSTUME AND PETER NEARLY CRIES FROM HAPPINESS
      • when you guys get back peter is showing off his pictures with excitement and it makes your heart melt a little because he’s so happy, so you and scott decide to keep it a secret
        • but scott let it slip one day!!! :(((
        • so you took peter again
          • but this time when there was something spooky in the woods he was like “lmao okay scott come on” and you’re like panicking because “IT’S NOT SCOTT PETER OHMY OG”
          • long story short you come home with blurry pictures of something that looks A LOT like bigfoot
  • even though you’re a skeptic and he’s a believer, you still love your big nerd of a boyfriend and will always come with him to his ghost adventures and UFO hunting
  • his argument is always “babe, if mutants can exist, so can the supernatural!
  • bye i love peter and his huge dorky supernatural loving ass


Here we are.
I legitimately thought this day wouldn’t be coming.
Who would ever think that I, a strictly traditional artist with a strange sense of humor, would ever make it to 1,000 followers??
And yet… here we are.
At 1,000 (actually as I write this it’s 1,004) followers.

I’ve done a LOT of stuff over these past like 7 months, I’ve taken sketch requests, done art challenges, doodled, screeched, flipped tables, worked on the Undertale graphic novel, laughed cried, and gaped in AWE when another 100 people showed up here in the dumpster.

Every single person who has joined has meant SO MUCH to me. The fact that more than 1,000 people want to see my work as I make it, want to join me for these crazy times down here in the dumpster… it means a lot.
I’ve never had a lot of a sense of self-worth or self-esteem, in fact, to be perfectly frank with you guys I have a pretty deep loathing for myself. But getting to share my work with hundreds of people every day, people who WANT to see it, has helped me realize that maybe I’m not as worthless as my brain seems to like to tell me I am.
So…thank you. Thank you all for joining me in this crazy mess we call Tumblr, and this hectic adventure we call life.

Now, it’s only right that I call out some people who have made a HUGE difference in my experience here. When I first started out on this site I didn’t expect to really interact with people or make any friends, but BOI was I wrong.

✨First and foremost, I want to give a big shoutout and thank you to my friend @rabbitpietale. Rabbit was the first person to take notice of and reblog my graphic novel, like, from the BEGINNING. That was back when I had 19 followers and appreciated every single one of them to all get out and back again. We’ve done an art trade together, we’ve shared silly ideas and gripes, and I’m so happy that we met each other and became friends.

✨SECONDLY, a big shoutout and enormous thank you to my buddy @reye-chan. He has ALSO been there ever since I was starting out with the graphic novel and such, and has been a huge support and an amazingly friend ever since we started chatting with each other. I appreciate every conversation we have, and he has given me some of the most obnoxious giggle fits in my life. I love running @flowisk-appreciation with him, and sharing art, and SO many things. 

✨The next person who has made a big impact on my time here is @kanaking. He showed up here in the early days too, when I was just starting sketch requests. We would send asks back and forth wishing each other good days, and then finally we took it to the IM chat and a fantastically hilarious friendship started out from there. We’ve done SO MUCH together and have had such weird talks, it’s been so much fun.

Those three are the oldest friends I have here, but I’ve also made so many more fantastic friends on this site, @peanutable, @sotorifico, @midluuna, @ksenya-the-artistic-cucumber@spectrumelf, @herrmann, @gigagoku30, @small-angry-ferret, @anyone I forgot HOLY GEEZ THERE’S A WHOLE FREAKING LOT!! And I’m so gosh dern GRATEFUL to all of them!! And all the REST of you!!! 

A big thank you to everyone who leaves notes on my work. A big thank you to everyone who reblogs and leaves comments and really nice tags (*cough* @messedupessy @kazzouli *cough*). A big gosh dern freaking thank you to ALL 1,004 OF YOU for coming here to the dumpster to follow me. I love sharing my work and my thoughts with you every day, and I am blessed to have such a large and supportive follower base.

Thank you for everything. I love you guys.

Thanks for 1,000, and here’s to many more!! You guys rock.✨


reassure | school series 3

characters: you x daehwi

summary: a collection of moments with a frightful, but nonetheless cute, Daehwi

quote: “let’s do this together!”

school series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 

note: so school started yay! but that also means i won’t have much time to write. and im not sure if i’ll even be able to get on tumblr when my college classes start (i’m dual enrolled) so updates will be slow, but trust me i will try to get the school series finishes before september.

and also! thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for following this blog because after the first day of posting ‘blush’ and ‘awkward encounters’ i gained 23 followers and now i have 47 and almost 100 notes on ‘blush’ which is literally mindblowing so once again thank you guys so much for all this support and i will try my best to keep writing!! <3

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it will rain

◇ Yugyeom will change - but only for you.

◇ Yugyeom x reader

◇ badboy!au + mma!au

◇ based on ‘It Will Rain’ by Bruno Mars

◇ okay so tbh this was sposed tl be a jungkook scenario but i was browisng through the got7 scenarios tag and my baby has so little???, why???

◇ also, this is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written,,, i couldn’t help it,,,,, the ending is a bit abrupt but i am t i r e d im sorry - also i know little to nothing about mma fighting sl if i offended someone, oop


The moment in which you met Kim Yugyeom was blurred around the edges. Maybe because you had been hearing of him from when you started middle school, when he became notoriously famous for doing the exact opposite of what he was expected to do. Homework never got handed in, he came in almost every day with a bruised lip and knuckles, and you were sure you could count the number of classes he attended in a year on both of your hands.

You hadn’t bothered yourself with joining in with your gossiping classmates, all huddled close together as they shared secrets and rumours that were so extravagant and strange you had no idea if they were lying or just plain stupid. You were a firm believer in change - this was only middle school. Kim Yugyeom had enough time to change his ways, and with that final note, you turned your attention to things more important than a troublemaker, like studying.

You had never been more wrong in your entire life.

His behaviour followed him like a shadow from middle school to high school, and it was the beginning of your Junior year. He still hadn’t changed.

Actually, the only thing that changed about him was his appearance and his personality; his height shooting up passed classmates that had always been taller than him, his jawline sharpening and his chubby cheeks slimming down. He no longer frolicked with others in his year - most of his friends had already left school or were in the year above him. He remained quiet and stoic around others.

The topic of Kim Yugyeom was not unknown to you; it seemed as if everywhere you turned, somebody was whispering about him. Now, don’t get me wrong - you didn’t hate him (much). You were just bothered by his behaviour and the amount of attention he was given for it, and you were more than bothered by hearing his name come up in every conversation. Even your friends were slowly but surely falling into the pit of gossip.

“He’s a boxer, I heard,” Nayeon whispers to you, eyes wide with delight and excitement, her food gone untouched beside her. “Jihyo’s cousin goes to the gym - that one in the city, you know -, and she said that she saw him training in the ring-”

Dahyun scoffs, her mouth full of kimbap that she quickly swallows down. She wipes her mouth absentmindedly, and Nayeon’s attention averts from you in a matter of seconds.

“That’s not true,” Dahyun rolls her eyes, and you’re about to sigh in relief, thanking her for not believing the rumours, when she insists, “He’s a dancer, Nayeon. He went to those tournaments with Im Jaebum, don’t you remember? That guy who used to go here a few years ago-”

“Well, who says he can’t be both?” Nayeon questions, turning her nose up at Dahyun in annoyance as she begins to pick at her food. Dahyun tsks, tugging at Nayeon’s hair childishly and starting to relay the sources of her information - Jihyo’s cousin would do anything for attention, why would you believe her?

You stay silent, willing the conversation to turn somewhere, anywhere. You’ve heard every rumour about Kim Yugyeom 100 times, and at this rate, you’re sure that you know him beter than he knows himself. It’s only the fact that your friends haven’t finished eating that makes you not storm out of the cafeteria.

“What do you think, _____?” Your head snaps up to face the expectant gazes of your friends, eyes wide and confused. As you process the question, your eyes narrow and you can suddenly think of a thousand places in the school you could be right now.

“I don’t care,” you shrug, pushing your chair out and grasping the metal lunch tray that had held your food just half an hour ago. “And I have better things to be doing than gossiping about Kim Yugyeom - so if you excuse me.”

Dahyun begins to pout and Nayeon murmurs a quiet sorry, but you’re already gone. Annoyance fueling your energy, you stride out of the crowded cafeteria and into the silent halls towards your locker. If I hear another word of Kim Yugyeom, you think in irritation as you turn the corner to your locker, I’m going to explode-

You freeze in your tracks as you come face to face - face to chest - with the boy that you had been internally cursing. Ignoring the erratic pounding of your heart from the fright, you completely ignore him, walking around him to continue to your locker - you try not to take notice of the cut on his cheek, or the throbbing redness of his knuckles.

In fact, you try not to take notice of him, but his presence is so powerful that you find yourself glancing at him from the corner of your as you rifle through your locker, pulling out book after book in an attempt to distract yourself.

Why is he just standing there? You internally narrow your eyes, glancing at him once again - only to find that he’s now facing you, hesitation written over his features. Uh oh. He’s about to try and talk to you (about what, you have no idea, but you’re not gonna stick around to find out) - you speed up your actions, and you’re taking out the last book when-

“Uh, _-____, right?” He begins. You screw your eyes shut, heaving a quiet sigh. You allow your eyes to open, and turn to him slowly with a neutral expression, almost egging him on to continue with what he was about to say. He bites his lip nervously, “Do you have the notes for Mr. Ahn’s science class?”

You can’t stop your eyebrows from shooting up, and you almost feel sorry as his cheeks grow rosy red. “You’re in my class?” You echo in disbelief. You had never missed a class, but you had never seen him before - ever.

“Uh, yeah,” Yugyeom says awkwardly, shifting on his foot. You’ve never seen the tall boy look so awkward and uncomfortable, but you can only guess that’s because you had the most judgemental expression on your face.

Oh well, you sniff, maybe he shouldn’t have acted like an idiot for the majority of his school life.

Nevertheless, the kind and giving person that you normally were worms it’s way up from the depths of your body and compels you to reach inside your locker, reluctantly handing the copybook over to him. At least he was trying to get his grades together.

But what did you care? You didn’t - not at all.


Your next proper encounter with Kim Yugyeom comes too fast for your liking.

It was a week later and your Science teacher, Mr. Ahn, had allowed the class to go to the library for his period to study for the upcoming exam, which is how you found yourself crammed into one of the many studying tables with your two chattering friends - who were thankfully talking about something other than Yugyeom.

Speaking of, he didn’t come to class to return your copy. Actually, come to think of it, you hadn’t seen him at all, lately. But you weren’t worried about him, obviously. No. That copy had some good notes in it, and you’d need it if you were going to pass the test-

You look up from your book when you realise that your friends have gone completely silent. Confusion filling your brain, you look to where they’re looking - at the entrance of the library, Kim Yugyeom stands, conversing with Mr. Ahn. His face is red and flushed, his chest heaving with every breath, and if you look closer (which you definitely don’t), you can see his cheek is bruised and his eyes is turning a dark shade of purple.

He definitely got into another fight, and he must’ve run here, you guess, and for what reason you have no idea.

But it’s none of your business, and if he wants to return the copybook, he’d do it when he was ready. No way you were going to go and ask for it back.

“He’s actually shown up,” Dahyun raises her eyebrows in surprise, and with the way her eyes narrow you guess she’s trying to read his lips as he lists off one of many excuses. “That’s new.”

Nayeon hums, but she’s turned away from looking at him and is back to flicking through the nove, that she’s hidden in her Science book. You decided that it would be better to turn back to your studies, too, and focus your attention on the book in front of you. Ligaments join bones to-

“Uh, hey.”

It takes you a second to realise that you’re being spoken to - you lift your head in confusion to see who’s talking to you, and ignoring the look of utter shock and disbelief on your friends’ faces, you unconsciously greet him too.

“Here’s your notes,” Yugyeom says softly, holding your copy out to you. You nod in thanks, retrieving the notes from his hands, and preparing to turn back to your business, when suddenly-

“I’m sorry, but if you have time, could you help me go over sensory and motor nerves?” His ears are fire truck red, and you guess it’s the first time he’s asked someone for help. It strikes you once again how polite and quiet he is around you - he certainly isn’t like that with his friends. “I read the notes, but, uh-”

“O-Oh, sure,” you mumble after a few seconds. Dahyun and Nayeon are still watching on with wide eyes, but you ignore them as you clear a space for him beside you.

You were only doing this because it would’ve been rude to turn him down - besides, if he was trying to change, why not help him?


“What exactly was that?” Nayeon hisses to you as you pack up your stuff, shoving book after book into your small school bag. Yugyeom had left as soon as the bell had rang, only giving you a smile and a grateful thanks before he was gone, leaving you to deal with your curious and confused friends.

“What do you mean?” You furrow your eyebrows, heaving your bag onto your shoulder. You know exactly what she’s implying, but it’s better to make her think that you think nothing of your situation. “I just lent him my copybook because he asked me for it.”

“You scolded us for talking about him, ____,” Dahyun scoffs, coming up on the other side of you. It feels like you’re being interrogated, and you don’t like it. “It’s just weird that right after expressing your hatred for him, you’re lending him your precious notes.”

“Wait a second,” you argue as you stop outside your next class, leaning your weight on one leg. “I never said I hated him-”

“You may as well have,” Nayeon retorts, before she turns on her heel and disappears down the quickly emptying halls, leaving you gaping in offence. Dahyun giggles at your face shortly, patting you on the shoulder with a small she’s right, before she’s gone too.

There’s no-one left for you to try and convince, so with a huff you turn and enter your own class.


You always find yourself at the local library after school. The library in the school is closed after hours, and there was no way you were going home to a tension-filled house with parents that had expectations far too high for you. You were here so much that the librarian knew your name, and more often that not she let you stay till late.

The library was your home from home, and you let out a sigh of relief as you push open the heavy oak doors. School had been stressful and you forgot to have breakfast in the morning - or rather, your mother made a snide comment about your weight that made you feel sick to your stomach, and so you skipped out on food for the first half of the day. Then, on top of that, you spent lunch studying for a test that you had completely forgot about.

Well, at least the library could offer you some sense of order and relaxation - what the hell. Frustration sinks into your pores as you take in the current state of the library; every table was full, the librarian was frantically running around and trying to sort things out - it was chaotic.

This was supposed to be your safe haven. And it was completely ruined.

You couldn’t even see a spare table anywhere, your eyes trailing over every nook and cranny as you stand nervously at the door. You refused to go home so early - you’d end up going mad from the amount of time spent with your family.

You’re a hair away from turning around and going to sit in the park to study when you spot a head of dark brown hair. You almost skip over him, truthfully, because while he does appear to be having some trouble with his work, he’s bent down so close to the table that he almost melts into it.

What’s Kim Yugyeom doing at a library? And alone, too? You’re almost impressed at the change in him - just a few weeks ago, you’d laugh at anyone who told you they saw Kim Yugyeom in the library.

You stand there for a few more seconds, debating your choices and weighing the pros and cons. He borrowed your copybook and you helped him study, but that doesn’t mean he’d appreciate you sitting at his table. But then again, you’re sure even he wasn’t rude enough to turn down a simple request for someone who had helped him out.

Gathering your wits, you hold your head up high and begin to walk towards where he’s sat, manoeuvring between crammed tables and stepping over piles of books. You can only guess why the library happens to be so packed today.

As you approach him, the ball of nerves that’s swarming in your stomach seems to get worse, and you internally scold yourself. Why were you so nervous? You were only asking to sit at his table. Soon, you’re standing directly in front of him, but he seems to be so absorbed in his studying - or, trying to study - that you have to clear your throat a few times before his head shoots up.

“Is this free?” You ask quietly, pointing to the chair opposite him. Yugyeom doesn’t answer at first, and you consider just turning around and walking away so that you don’t die from embarrassment, but after a second of staring at you, he stutters out a yes, tidying some of his books away to clear space for you.

“Thanks,” you murmur, pulling out the chair and pushing yourself back into the table. You try not to notice how he’s glancing at you every few seconds as you get out your homework and start almost immediately. The last thing you want to do is make awkward small talk.

The silence lasts only about 15 minutes - during that time, you can sense that Yugyeom wants to say something, but you continue on with your work quietly as he musters up the courage to speak, you guess…

“_____,” Yugyeom whispers. You set your pen down expectantly, and look across at him. He flicks through one of his copies - a Maths one -, pointing to a question that had been scribbled out multiple times in different coloured pens. “Do you know how to do this?”

You inspect the sum for a few seconds, and in that few seconds you consider telling him you had no idea simply because the thought of the effort you’d have to use makes you groan - but in the end, after taking a peek at his hopeful face, you feel compelled to nod, taking the copy from him and gesturing him over to explain how to complete the question.

“…see? You carried it over when you weren’t supposed to,” you finish, the correct answer to the sum circled neatly at the bottom of his page. Yugyeom makes a sound of understanding, and a glance at his face shows you that he’s absolutely beaming.

“Thanks, a lot,” he grins, taking the copy back. You nod, and he goes back to work, but you’re confused.

“Why not just get a tutor?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. Yugyeom raises his eyebrows in confusion, before he looks down, shrugging his shoulders.

“I tried to get one, but they explained it weirdly and nothing made sense,” he frowns, but a smile quickly blooms on his face, “I understand it when you explain it to me, though.”

You hope he’s not implying what you think he’s implying, but you figure that leaving him hanging isn’t the most polite thing to do after he let you sit at his table - so you offer him a small smile, “Well, you can come to me anytime.”

You two were a sight; one of the smartest girls in your year, a previous hater of the trouble making boy that sat in front of her, his eyes pressed into crescents and his smile large.


It had become a sort of ritual, after that day. You’d go the library every day after school, planning to do your homework or study - and even if the library wasn’t packed, you always sat at Yugyeom’s table. He’d do his homework, you’d do yours, and more often than not he asked you for help.

You didn’t realise when the queries about Maths homework transitioned to questions about how your day was going, what your favourite colour was, how many siblings you had - somewhere along the way (and you’d never fully admit this), you and Yugyeom had become friends.

It wasn’t that bad, after all. Yugyeom was changing, for the better. He still arrived almost every day with cuts and bruises on his face and his hands, but at least he was arriving. He turned in homework, he didn’t skip class - much - and even though you barely knew him before, you were proud of him. Changing your lifestyle wasn’t easy.

Despite this, you still found it hard to hang around him at school - and he, you. Your friends still thought that you despised his guts and he hung around his older, rowdier friends. You only exchanged light smiles in the hallway - but in the library, it was a completely different experience. It was like you’d known each other for years.


It was one late, chilly night that your relationship with him changed. Your parents were not home, but you still found yourself at the library, your books splayed out in front of you and your head down as you worked hard. But although it looked as if your mind was completely focused on the work in front of you, your thoughts were on a certain tall brunette - one that hadn’t shown up yet.

You had always been more of a realistic thinker, but when you noticed that it was more than two hours past when he was supposed to be at the library, your mind went blank. Suddenly, you were thinking of all the bruises and cuts that he always seemed to have - how he’d change the subject whenever you asked about them. What type of situation was he in? Was he okay? You had no idea, but you hope you’d get him out of your mind soon. You’d been staring at the same page for the past ten minutes.

You had never been so worried about a boy you had only become friends with - it wasn’t that you were emotionless, but the fact that you had previously disliked him made your emotions all the more confusing. You’re ready to get up and leave (you’ve gotten way too used to Yugyeom being around in the quietness of the library), preparing to slide your books back into your bag, when suddenly the sound of feet pounding against the floor draw your attention.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yugyeom gasps for breath, earning disgruntled glances from the librarian and multiple other study-ers. He collapses on the chair in front of you, and immediately gets to work on taking out all his books. You’re still slightly taken aback by the sudden change of events, and so, it takes you more than a few seconds to realise that Yugyeom is hurt - and badly, by the looks of it.

“Y-Yugyeom,” you gasp quietly, taking in the damage done to his face - the area around his eye was swelling, his nose red and purple, his lip swollen and red. With wide eyes, you watch as he continues to take his equipment out casually, as if his injuries were non-existent - it’s only when he’s taken out the last copybook that he glances up at you, seemingly surprised by your gaze on him.

“What happened to you?” You demand fiercely, quietening your voice at the sharp shh! that comes from the table a few down from you. You send them a sheepish apology, before you’re back to grilling Yugyeom - quietly, this time. “Did you get beat up? Is that why you were so late? Who did this to you-?”

“It’s nothing,” Yugyeom insists harshly, eyes widening as he tries to convince you that he’s absolutely fine, completely peachy, top of my game. “Look, I’m fine. Can we just get on with studying?”

The tone of finality in his voice paired with how he bows his head deeply towards his books make you sigh, your eyes lingering on him for just a few seconds more, before you give up and look down at your own books. If there was anything that you learned from your friendship with Kim Yugyeom, it’s that he’s extremely stubborn.

Hours pass just like that; you glance up at him every few minutes, wanting more than anything to ask him how he got so hurt, to help him. You’re sure his lip starts bleeding but he quickly rests his hand on his lip casually, as if he had no ulterior motive - but you know he realises that you’re worried about him, and he doesn’t want to answer questions.

So caught up in worrying about Yugyeom while simultaneously trying to complete your homework, when you lift your head to peer around you, you’re shocked to find that the library is completely empty, with the exception of the librarian and a few others.

Eyebrows furrowing, you seek out a clock quickly - your parents aren’t home, but that doesn’t mean that you can stay home all night. 8:30.

Crap - it didn’t sound like much, but Winter made night come much faster than it usually did. As a result, the atmosphere outside was inky black, illuminated by the orange glow coming from the street lamps, and although the city was still lively, your house was a good 20 minutes away - and that was by bus.

“It’s getting late,” you bite your lip, turning back to Yugyeom. He’s already watching you, but you don’t take any notice of it, beginning to pack up frantically. It was best to get home quickly - it was already super dark, and you had no money for bus fare. “I should go…”

“Let me walk you home?” Yugyeom offers, beginning to pack up his things, too. You stand from your seat, shouldering your bag. “It’s dark out, you shouldn’t be alone-”

“Oh, no,” you reject the idea immediately, shaking your head. It doesn’t seem to stop him, though, as he too stands up, his bag hanging low on his back. “You need to get home too - besides, I’m sure I can get home by myself-”

“Where is your house?” He questions knowingly. You frown - you suddenly regret telling him where you lived, a few days ago. He knew it was quite far away.

“Hm? What was that? Yugyeom-oppa, I live 20 minutes away, and I’m going to walk by myself in the dark? I don’t think so,” he finishes smugly.

You try to ignore the fact that he called himself oppa, rolling your eyes flusteredly. He hits your arm playfully, tugging on your wrist gently and beginning to lead you out of the library.

The air is chilly and you shiver, tightening your school blazer around you. Apart from the occasional sounds of traffic or random shouts, the streets are fairly silent and it seems that walking out of the one and only place you and Yugyeom met at and into the night proved more awkward than you hoped.

“So,” you break the awkward silence about five minutes later, peering up at him. “Are you gonna tell me where you got those bruises?”

Yugyeom huffs, raising his eyebrow at you, and you almost think he’s about to tell you, before he turns back to face straight ahead, his face calm. “No.”

“Come on,” you groan, throwing your head back melodramatically. “I let you walk me home - now offer me something in return. Please?”

He sighs, muttering something along the lines of why are you so persistent? but he doesn’t answer your question. “I won’t tell anyone,” you promise, a last resort to persuade him to tell you, “Really, I swear.”

Another sigh, and he glances down at you with narrow eyes, before he rolls his neck, puffing air out from his cheeks. “You ever heard of MMA?”

“Mixed Martial Arts?” You echo, your eyes widening. That explains everything. The injuries, showing up late to school and skipping school… “You’re an MMA fighter?”

“It’s on the, uh, less than legal side,” Yugyeom corrects with a wince, peeking at your face to scope your reaction. “But yes, I’m an MMA fighter. A beginner, really.”

You stay quiet for a second, and Yugyeom almost thinks that he’s scared you off, before- “Are you any good?” You ask jokingly, earning an amused laugh in response. “What? I’m asking you seriously!”

“I’m good enough - it’s what I like to do, what I’m good at,” he grins. “What about you?”

“Me?” Your eyebrows shoot up on surprise, and you give a flustered laugh. “Well… I’m not good at much, really. No talents, no interests - everything is already set in stone for me…”

“My parents, I mean,” you continue, biting your lip, “They know exactly what they want. They want me to graduate, study to become a lawyer, and marry a doctor - that’s all they care about.”

“That sucks,” Yugyeom murmurs, and you nod in agreement. “I guess parents have a big influence on us, huh? My mom doesn’t want me fighting anymore - said that I have to start focusing on my studies, that fighting would get me nowhere. Said that it’s too dangerous - and I guess I agree, but I just can’t stay away.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize quietly, and he shakes his head. His laugh is bitter but you know he’s not angry at you.

“It’s fine,” he sighs, “I couldn’t do it forever.”

The next while is filled with complete silence, but not like the silence from earlier - it’s completely comfortable and warm, unlike the awkward and cold air that filled the space between you previously.

By the time you reach your house, it’s completely black outside. “This is my stop,” you announce, coming to a stop at your drive way. You glance at the tall and brooding structure, infinitely glad that your parents were away. “Home sweet home.”

Yugyeom nods in understanding, and you both stand awkwardly for a few seconds. You really don’t want to say goodbye to him, for some reason, and the realisation that you’ve grown so attached to him almost makes you grimace.

“Listen,” he begins softly, interrupting your thoughts and looking down at you, “You really don’t have to worry about me, okay? I’ll be fine, I can guarantee you.”

“I know,” you smile sheepishly, fiddling with the strap of your bag, “I just… don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Silence fills the space between you to for less than a second - and then, it’s like a switch has been flicked inside of him, because he lurches forward suddenly, and you feel his hands on your cheeks and then his lips are pressing to yours and you don’t fight it.

You vaguely recall the feeling of his hair between your fingers, how his hands grasped at your waist tightly, almost possessive, how his tongue slipped into your mouth and made you whimper, your lips moving together in perfect harmony.

When you finally part, you’re both breathing heavily, your forehead pressed against his as you try to regain your breath and your eyes fixated only on each other - as if only realising it, he suddenly winces, pressing his hands to his swollen lip. “That hurt - but it was so worth it.”

The only thing he receives in return is a slap to the back of the head, but your cheeks are flushed and you giggle, just a bit.


“Where have you been lately?” Nayeon demands as soon as you step foot into school. More than a few weeks later from your first kiss with Yugyeom, and you no longer dread attending class every day.

Nayeon’s eyebrows are furrowed and her arms are crossed and you know exactly why - you had been spending all of your free time with Yugyeom, and your friends still thought you were arch enemies so they had no idea why you suddenly disappeared from around them.

“Studying,” you answer instantly. It was your excuse for everything these days - but it was true. You did spend hours in the library ‘studying’ with Yugyeom, even if you managed to kiss him more times than you managed to turn the pages of your Science book. “How do you think I uphold my grades, Nayeon?”/p>

You stroll passed her, reaching your locker within a few minutes and beginning to stuff your books inside. The school is still fairly empty, mostly because you tended to arrive early to spend some time with your friends, and you feel guilty for searching for Yugyeom in almost every class you pass. You already spend all your free time with him.

“But you’re not even talking to me or Dahyun that much anymore,” Nayeon whines, resting her head against the locker beside you. After a second, she sighs. “I’m sorry - I sound whiney, don’t I?”

“It’s okay, Nana,” you turn to her with a small smile as you shut your locker, wrapping an arm around her shoulder comfortingly, “It’s my fault, really. I just got so caught up in… studying…”

“As expected of our model student,” she grins - and you don’t know what it is about that phrase, but suddenly you have to start forcing yourself to smile as she begins leading you to the assembly hall.

Nobody pays attention in the assembly hall; you go there every morning for the daily announcements, all of your year and the year above you sitting for ten minutes early in the morning. The only thing you like about it is that it’s the only time of the day in school that you don’t have to work.

Your Year Heads are drawling on with their speeches, and it’s no surprise that your eyes start to wander, trailing over the heads of your fellow students boredly until you realise that suddenly, you’re looking into someone’s eyes - Yugyeom’s eyes.

He sits a few rows in front of you with his older friends, but he’s turned his head slightly to see you - at meeting your eyes, he sends you a small, secretive smile that almost makes your cheeks flush. You don’t even check if Nayeon or Dahyun are watching, and you send your own, looking down at your lap straight after in shyness.

Why exactly were you shy? You had no idea. You had no reason to be - but seeing him with his friends made the realisation all the more real. You were dating Kim Yugyeom, renowned troublemaker. It was real - your relationship was real.

It was hard to describe how your relationship made you feel; it was such a relieving breath of fresh air from your life, and every second you spent with him made you happier, more carefree. You only seemed to realise now how much stress you had piled on your shoulders - but when you were with him, it was if the weight of the world was lifted from you, and you could float if you tried hard enough.


“Why are you packing up?” Yugyeom frowns as he sees you close your copybooks, shoving them into your bag as quickly as possible. “It’s not even 6 yet…”

“Did I not tell you?” You ask breathlessly, cocking your head to the side as you desperately try to fit your pencil case in your over-stuffed bag. “My cousins are coming over today - my parents are going to be collecting me in a few minutes. The time just completely slipped away from my mind…”

He sees you gulp flusteredly and he can only guess that you’re thinking about what exactly had you so distracted - a secluded table near the back of the library was particularly handy for him, but probably not for you: the large hickey you were sporting on your shoulder would be a deal to cover up, but he finds himself smirking proudly to himself.

“…Anyway,” you finish, grasping your coat in your hands and setting it on the now cleared table in front of you, “I have to go.”

“Wait,” Yugyeom says hurriedly as you stand from your seat, beginning to frantically clear away his own materials, “I’ll wait with you.”

You freeze at that. It wasn’t that you didn’t want Yugyeom to meet your parents, but… Actually, yes. You didn’t want your parents meeting Yugyeom - not particularly because of his choice of - uh - attitude (though you doubt your parents would appreciate it), but because not only did your parents have strict rules concerning dating, but they’d probably completely ban you from seeing Yugyeom. You had only broken one of your parents’ rules before, and you didn’t fancy breaking anymore.

“Oh, no,” you refuse, standing up. You wave your hands in an attempt to get your point across but Yugyeom has all but finished packing up, and is towering above you seconds later, his own bag hanging off his back. “R-really…”

“Nonsense,” he grins, but his words are firm. “I don’t want you to be waiting by yourself out in the cold. Besides, I better head home, too, anway.”

Okay. What was one more rule to break, anyway?

“Fine, then,” you announce as you begin to walk towards the library doors, “but, uh, for the sake of my life, let’s pretend that we’re not dating - or, that we’re close at all-”

You quickly backtrack when you see the look on his face. “Not because of you,” you continue hastily, “But mt parents are very if-y about boys. I think it’s best if we just keep everything on the down-low…”

He makes a sound of agreement but you know your words resonate with him somehow - you want to comfort him and explain yourself, but as soon as you step outside the library your eyes zero in on the familiar silver car that was more often than not parked in your driveway, and the two people who wait expectantly outside of it.

Keep calm. Keep calm. Keep calm. You chant to yourself as you approach them, almost feeling sick to your stomach. You begin to fiddle with the zip on your coat anxiously as you come to a stop in front of your parents, and your less than happy to see their attention is mostly on Yugyeom.

“You’re late,” your mother greets you curtly, nodding her head to Yugyeom before she strides around the car and slips into her seat.

Your father only offers you an upturned nose and a nod before he, too, enters the car. You exhale, shutting your eyes for a second before you turn to Yugyeom with a weak smile. After mouthing a goodbye, you part ways; him, towards his house, and you into your car.

The tension is unbearable, and you rest your head against the cool window of the car to relieve some of the worry-caused heat in your cheeks, eyes fluttering shut in an attempt to shield yourself from the judgemental glances from your parents as the car takes off onto the roads.

“____?” Your mother’s voice is clear as day, and you’re gulping as you answer her. You hope your voice doesn’t shake.

“Yes, mother?”

“No more.”

“…Yes, mother.”


You had always been rather good at keeping promises - but not in this circumstance, not at all. If anything, you began to try and see Yugyeom more. Although your father actually walked you into the library and picked you up more often, you were still able to see him at school, when your friends’ watchful eyes were preoccupied with something else.

This, though? You were getting way too confident in your sneaking skills.

“I don’t like seeing you like this,” you sigh to yourself quietly, acutely aware of your parent’s presence just downstairs. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you weren’t sure if it was from the possibilty of being caught or the close proximity to Yugyeom.

The boy in question leaned on your vanity, wincing as you pressed an alcohol soaked cotton ball to his lip. What you had gone through to get this medical kit was unreal - after finding Yugyeom throwing rocks at your window like some modern day Romeo, you noticed that his face was completely messed up.

You had thought he had stopped with the fighting - you thought he had gotten himself together, but obviously not. Despite your imminent anger with him, you were quick to sneak downstairs and take the medical kit from right under the nose of your parents - well, not before they interrogated you about why you needed it (“Uh - I saw this beauty hack that needed bandages… a-and rubbing alcohol…”) .

Yugyeom doesn’t respond to your mutter, and leaves you to continue speaking under your breath as he lets you clean him up. After the blood had been cleared, the cuts didn’t look so bad - a few on his cheek, one above his eyebrow, and one that stretched from his bottom lip to a little across his chin - but you were still fuming.

“I thought you stopped,” you huff quietly, packing up the kit again, “I thought you said you wanted to get your grades together.”

“It’s not that easy, ____,” Yugyeom groans seconds later, resting his head in his hands tiredly. “My hyungs - they’re all depending on me, I can’t let them down-”

“Yeah, well I’d hope that your grades are a bit more important than what your friends want,” you snap, a little too harshly. You exhale deeply, rolling your neck to calm yourself. Yugyeom’s jaw is clenched and he watches you with hard eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble seconds later, and you feel your bottom lip tremble as you meet his eyes, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his neck. You know he’s not angry when his arms wind around your waist, and he bows his head so that his chin is resting on your shoulder. “I just… Seeing you so hurt - I -”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” he inhales, moving to press his lips against your hair. When he pulls back, he inspects you for a moment; your eyes are tinged red, your eyelashes wet with unfallen tears, and your bottom lip trembles as you try to restrain said tears. “I promise - I’ll try, for you.”

He smiles gently, and brushes his thumb over your cheek, before he’s pushing off your vanity softly and collapsing onto your bed, opening his arms invitingly. “Come ‘ere.”

As if compelled, you trudge across the room, wiping your eyes as you climb onto your bed, sniffling as you try to get as close as possible to him and nuzzling yourself into his chest. It’s all so warm and cozy - his arms wrapped around you, your head on his chest, and nothing filling the room except your steady breathing.

“What would you be doing now,” you question softly about 10 minutes later, breaking the wall of silence and turning your head slightly to look up at him, “if you weren’t a fighter?”

Yugyeom seems taken aback by the question; he doesn’t answer for a few minutes, and when you study his expression his eyebrows are knitted together and his eyes are unfocused. Soon, though, he heaves a sigh, shrugging slightly. “I used to love to dance, before.”

“Really?” You smile up at him, and he nods, a nostalgic smile of his own painting over his face.

“Yeah,” he laughs quietly, “Dancing used to pretty much be my whole life… and singing, too, I guess. Some of my hyungs were interested in it as well, before they turned to fighting.”

You hum in satisfaction at his answer, biting your lip. “Will you - will you sing for me?” You ask hesitantly, looking up immediately to scope his reaction. He looks nervous, and he lets out a tiny laugh.

“I - I haven’t had much practice,” Yugyeom excuses, running a hand through his hair and ruffling his chestnut brown locks. You tsk, rolling your eyes - I’m sure you’re absolutely perfect. Please, Yuggie? And he’s putty in your hands.

He sighs, murmuring don’t expect much, before he begins to sing. His voice is smooth and not too high or too low, but just the perfect pitch with the perfect range and tone of voice. Really, you’re so blown away by how he sounds that you almost forget to listen to what he’s singing - almost.

I’ll never be your mother’s favorite

Your daddy can’t even look me in the eye

Oh, if I was in their shoes, I’d be doing the same thing

Sayin’ 'There goes my little girl

Walkin’ with that troublesome guy’-”

You almost want to interrupt him just so that you can hug him, comfort him, reassure him - anything. The lyrics are hitting too close to home, and it’s then that you realise that your situation is a bit too painful for the both of you, but what are you to do?

But they’re just afraid of something they can’t understand

Oh, but little darlin’ watch me change their minds

Yeah for you I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try

And pick up these broken pieces 'til I’m bleeding

If that’ll make you mine…”

He trails off, and his breathing is heavy and his chest is heaving, and you can sense that his throat is clogged with tears - and then, he pulls you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you wrap your own arms around him.

And in that moment, you weren’t a model student or a troublemaking delinquent. You were ____ and Yugyeom, first loves and rule breakers - but only for each other.

The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.10

Part T E N 

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 5.5k+

AN: blAH here’s part 10 for you guys! im making this finally a bit more eventful as it was going slow. but here you guys go and i really hope you enjoy it very much! remember, 100 notes pls and thank you :) xx 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E 


“We are taking the seniors to a trip in the woods!” The principal announces into the black entity worth of a microphone. 

Everyone was told to file into the auditorium immediately when the doors were opens and the morning announcements echoed through the corridors. More specifically, the seniors were requested. So, you trotted into the large room with ease, your friends easily finding you in the crowd as you chose seats towards the very back, left corner of the theatre. 

It was an extraordinarily large theatre, might you admit. The cozy, cushion red chairs were ornate in rows of three, each horizontal row owning about 12 seats before going down to the next ones. Overhead was another floor of chairs, just for the sake of using more space and having a cooler, higher sight to see kids reenact the horrid tragedies of Shakespeare. Because, honestly, what other play writers do people actually know that deserve to be mainstream? 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Alexis hummed beside you, nudging your shoulder gently in pure concern. 

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you croaked, your elbow planted upon the arm rest as you leaned your cheek against your fist. You lied; you were actually sleep-deprived and starved. After the tutoring with Luke, you were too stuck in thought due to Luke’s damned words and shameless stripping as his way to learn. It bothered you so much so that you couldn’t capture one wink of sleep. You were up all night, wondering in the dark about this blonde, blue-eyed dolt. 

“You don’t look too well,” Des hummed, bringing her gentle hand to plant it upon your forehead. The coolness of her fingers sent goosebumps around your body, but you ignored it with ease. “Your forehead is a little warm…” 

“I doubt I have a fever, or any sort of sickness for that matter,” you said in a hush tone, your eyes focused on the principal, who (in your head) started to sound like a character from Charlie Brown. Des relieved her hand from your forehead, exchanging worried glances with Alexis as Des turned to pat Savannah to inform her. 

“A few of your professors are currently handing out permission slips, regardless to those who are already 18 or above,” Principal Michaels spoke, having you chuckle from the way he held the wooden podium. The pale-white, brown mustached, green-eyed authority stood at the podium all high and mighty like he was some sort of god. “I apologize for such short notice, but it’ll be for this coming Friday and we should come back by Sunday…” 

You sounded him out, unable to keep up with his annoying, raspy voice. With not even a hint of sleep, you couldn’t be asked with a monotonous lectured about a trip that only needed 2 basic sentences: “we’re going camping” and “here’s what you need by Friday.” You understood that nobody could religiously follow you in your energy conservation belief, but you knew as fact that your fellow classmates were bored out of their asses. 

“Nice sweater,” chimed a male, pretty familiar voice, behind you. The girls turned, with the Principals’s voice acting as background to find Nathan right behind you. Sweater? How uncultured. But nonetheless, you looked down at the new Linkin Park sweatshirt with ease and released a curt smile. 

“Thanks,” you spewed simply, slowly focusing yourself on getting a few minutes of sleep as your eyelids began to sink down. So sleepy… if only I could just doze off for a few minutes…

“Y/N.” Nathan’s voice spoke right into your ear, having you snap your neck away and open your eyelids. You divert your eyes over to your right shoulder, where Des sat and Nathan’s face appeared at your outer periphery. “Are you tired?” 

“Just a bit,” you spat simply. “But keep in mind it’s morning and I’m in school, forced to study and interact with the likings of you, Nathan.” 

“Yeesh, cold,” Nathan hummed in offense. You saw a bit of his fluffy chestnut hair bounce to the front of his forehead, having you smirk. You recalled how Luke said he had ‘stolen’ Ashton’s haircut, and he was very true on his similar it was. But then Nathan’s eyes met with yours and an influx of Luke’s ocean eyes came into your mind. “You must be real tired if you’re this crabby. Want a supplement?” 

As Nathan dug into his pocket in search of his offer, Des brought her hand up and slapped him on the back of his head. 

“Fuck, Odessa,” Nathan groaned, using his free hand to rub the future bruise. “The fuck was that for?” 

“If you drug Y/N, I’ll literally rip out your eyes with my nails,” Savannah hissed, flashing up her pastel nails with fake diamonds encrusted upon it in a rather adorable form. Des quickly grabbed the blonde girls wrists, muttering ‘down girl’ as though she were a dog. 

“Relax,” Nathan spoke quietly, throwing his hands up in defense. “I’d never drug sweet little Y/N here. Besides, I know she isn’t gonna take it anyways. I just decided to offer for the slight chance that she should.” 

Already annoyed, you pull on the hood of the sweatshirt over your head. You ensured every spec of hair left out was tucked it kindly before folding your arms over your chest. Alexis did you the favor of gently placing her hand on the side of your head and tugging you over to lean on her shoulder. You emit a yawn, feeling tears well up in your eye sockets as you studied the several shadows of heads in front of you, blocking the view of the Principal. 

Your mind suddenly began to wander over the whereabouts of Luke R. Hemmings. You hated yourself for a brief moment, but succumbed to the reality of things: Luke is now someone kinda important. You couldn’t really explain to anyone, moreover yourself, but Luke is so persistent that he’s managed to put himself in your small circle of people. Fuck me, you thought. This is so annoying. I never asked for this

“Now, for those who have attended this school since middle school know how this very trip works,” Principal Michaels hummed, having you roll your eyes as you forced yourself awake for his blabbering. It might be important. “But this year we have decided to… revamp a few traditional customs.” 

The camping trip, though annoying, was an infamous tradition in the school. It was a 3 day trip to hell in which you ‘become one with the woods’ and ‘get closer together with your fellow campers.’ But basically it was a trip full of boring activities that included getting splinters when climbing trees, doing a safer version of sky lining, and getting wet in some lake. There are groups of 4 with teachers as the leaders and each team tries to rack up enough points in order to get some ‘cool prize.’ 

Your guess was an sharpened pencil that said ‘College Bound!’ or some corny shit like that. 

“This should be shit,” you muttered under your breath, feeling Alexis snort from your response. 

“A few e-mails showed up in my inbox with a more fun suggestion for the trip,” Principal Michaels hummed excitedly, reminding yourself of an old grandma content to receive several rolls of yarn. “So we’ve decided to allow students to be the camp leaders instead of our staff.” 

Several quiet chatters and murmurs ensued as you allowed your eyes to droop shut. 

“Maybe I can be a leader,” Nathan hummed, leaning once again on your chair as you felt his eyes on yours. “Would you like to be on my team, Y/N?” 

“I’d rather choke on acorns,” you replied bluntly, your eyes still shut while nuzzling nicely onto Alexis’ shoulder. Des snorted, having Savannah, reach over to rub your shoulder in praise. 

“You never fail to break my heart, Y/N,” Nathan coos, having you snort quietly as you resumed paying attention to what the superior had to say. 

“Unfortunately for those who wanted to be leaders,” Principal Michaels says with little to no sympathy. “The leaders have already been chosen.” 

Annoyed banter ensues as several students begin to chant their ‘boos’ and idiotic complains. Nathan shouted ‘that’s not fair!’ right behind you, having you hiss at him for producing such ear cancer from his mouth. You sat up, relieving Alexis’ shoulder as you decided to see the leaders step up and pretend like they’re the shit. But your eyes widened in great surprise to see the 4 alphas of your class to walk across the large stage before everyone. 

Front and guiding the other 3 was Luke Hemmings, which honestly didn’t surprise you all that much. Luke was always off doing something to get the attention, even if he wasn’t trying. But there he stood, as lanky and covered in black as usual. His curly hair was even more messy than before, seeing it more damp that it should be. Probably didn’t bother trying to dry it and add the disgusting chemicals the businesses call ‘hair care products.’ 

Oh, and following them was the deliciously tan Maori boy Calum, the pale party-monster Michael, and the sweet, and only mature one of the quad, Ashton. 

And, of courses, while the other male seniors groaned in annoyance, the rest of the girls broke their voices in cheers. The most you heard was the chanting of Luke, obviously the favorite for being the lead dog and audacious man who was anything but tame. You heard girls squeal, ‘I hope I’m in Luke’s team!’ and other very explicit terms you wanted to ignore. Your eyes scanned the area to see the red-headed, blue-eyed monster stand excitedly, waving desperately to get Luke’s attention. 

But even Nadia couldn’t capture the attention of the pair of ocean orbs. He looked around, his rouge lips stretched to form a lovely smile as he looked around the auditorium. You watched as he slowly made his way to your row, having you being to sling down to avoid contact. But the blonde asshole was too quick and spotted you, his pearly whites coincidentally shining as he shot you a wink. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you saw a student dash from his seat in the front row to go to the stage. He offered his hand up for a slap, in which Luke stretched his arms in pleasant surprise before bending down to slap his hand. You looked away, closing your eyes in hopes to fall into some sort of deep, 10-minute nap. 

“Simmer down, all of you!” Principal Michaels scolded, forcing your eyelids up to see his old, wrinkly hands wave the flood of students down. They’re already riled up, you thought. How the fuck are you gonna explain this? “They suggested the idea– it was only fair for them to be the leaders of the camping trip!” 

“Do they even know how to be leaders?” A boy hollered towards the middle-center of the bottom influx of students. Several of his mates agreed, having them stomp their feet on the floor in protest. Waste of energy, you thought. 

“God, look how good Calum looks,” Des swooned, having you chuckle as she waved her hand to produce air for the crook of her neck. You had to admit: Calum was looking pretty good. Super loose tank top, skinny jeans hugging his thick thighs nicely, tan hands ornate with small, but evident tattoos. Calum was just eye-candy to all. 

“Okay, but look at Michael– he changed his hair color!” Savannah squealed, bringing her petite hands up to cup her mouth. You emit a small burp, indicating that you required food and immediately. Your eyes divert to the forest green-eyed boy, seeing as his hair was no longer a fiery red. It was a blonde– maybe not as natural and strong like Luke’s, but a blonde with brown wisps coming from the roots at his scalp. It also seemed much longer than before, though you couldn’t make that assumption as you barely looked at the light-skinned boy. 

“Not gonna lose your ovaries about Ashton?” You hummed over to Alexis, who was gnawing on her bottom lip kindly. 

“I don’t need to highlight how amazing he looks,” Alexis muttered simply, her eyes stuck on the brown-haired man who smiled widely at everyone. “That’s a given.” 

“Point taken,” you said with a quiet giggle. Principal Michaels continued to emit details over the trip, in which you deemed mutable. Then, the student in front of you turned around and eyed you, having you furrow your eyebrows curiously. He dragged his upper arm over the back of his seat, with his forearm bent up. 

“Are you Y/N Y/L/N?” The boy hummed, his voice rather high and evidently suffering slow puberty. You blinked a few times before nodding skeptically, having the boy reach over to offer you a small, folded note between his index and middle fingers. 

“Uh, thanks,” you emit quietly, taking the note from the boy as he turned around and became just another figure again. You sit up more properly, allowing the hood on your head to droop off as you felt the paper substance in your fingers. You saw the infamous ‘-H’ on the very top before opening it. 

“Secret admirer?” Alexis whispered beside you as the three girls began crowding you. You nodded, your eyes finally focusing to see the words scribbled on the paper. 

‘Every time I go camping, I always getting so terrified because I’m really scared of the dark. Keep that between us though! Oh, btw, no tree 2day, sry :(’ 

You giggled, quickly closing the note before lifting yourself up a bit to stuff it in the back pocket of your jeans. The girls eyed you, obviously slow readers who didn’t get passed the first 3 words. You remained silent, allowing Principal Michaels words to flow through as you grinned to yourself. Afraid of the dark, stalker? You’re just narrowing it down for me, you thought to yourself. It was an easy situation see: go on the trip, see what night activities occur and stare at those who seem the most terrified. Easy. 

“The boys will choose who they’d like on their team,” Principal Michaels. “You can try and plead them to choose you, but nonetheless it’s their decision. As for the boys,” he resumed, glancing over at the tall boy band before him, “you’ll have to choose 24 students each as the senior class, excluding you boys, is 96.” 

“Fucking yikes,” you huffed, calculating the numbers in your head. 6 cabins, 4 people in each one, gender mixture being a possibility. “I sorta don’t want to go anymore.” 

“You’re going,” Des insisted as she slapped a permission slip on your lap before passing the small stack along to Alexis. You groaned, having Des roll her eyes before placing her hands on your shoulders. “It’s only 2 nights and you always want nothing more than to be out of the house.” 

“Well sure,” you began with a grumble. “But 2 nights with pure strangers being idiotic and attempting to scare each other with Brothers Grimm stories isn’t exactly what I like.” 

“How do you know you’ll be with pure strangers?” Hissed Savannah, leering over at you with her blue orbs worth of eyes. 

“Knowing the situation, I know as fact you’re going to be in Michael’s team,” you commented, receiving silence from Savannah as you snorted. “And then Calum is gonna take Des and Ashton is definitely taking Alexis so I mean… I’m not a genius but surely I’m good at reading the situation.” 

“…Except you actually are a genius and can read anything and anyone like a book,” Alexis points out, having you smile at her response. 3.9 Gee Pee Aye, just like Luke said. Oh fuck, I’m thinking about Luke. 

“Whatever man,” you croaked, taking the permission slip to fold into a small square. You stuffed it in the sweatshirt pocket, keeping your hands in there to gather some warmth. 

“Whatever my ass,” Des huffed, playfully hitting your forearm. “You’re going anyways and you’re going to have a great time in Luke’s team.” 

Oh-ho, I’m not on his team,” you spat. The girls all leaned forward to stare at you, having you scoff at them as you tugged on the hoodie in reassurance. “I don’t care if he chooses me. I’m in Ashton’s and that’s settled.” 

“You baby, you don’t get to choose,” Alexis cooed with a gentle shove on the shoulder. “Besides, it’ll be fun– Luke likes you and you get along with him best.” 

“That’s because I see nothing in him and he’s super persistent,” you growled. “He doesn’t know when to let up. So I don’t care– I’m not in his team. That’s final.” 

“Okay then, Princess,” Nathan said suavely from behind. You let out a heavy sigh, feeling a headache collect in your head as his head peeped once again beside you. “Want to join my team?” 

“Die,” you spewed quietly. 

“I wanna be on your team!”

“Pick me, please!” 

“Yay, I’m in Calum’s team!” 

This sudden, abrupt camping trip has completely punched the little desire to be in the institution. You dropped your head in your arms in defeat, attempting to mute the chatter with the MP3 you gladly stole from Des without any complaints. Blasting Tyler the Creator in your head, your mind wandered in the pitch black darkness to see if you could sleep for just 5 minutes. 

You allowed yourself to peek up to see a big crowd of seniors surrounding the table of the infamous quad by the name of 5 Seconds of Summer. They looked somewhat stressed out, seeing as several students were hollering their names and pleads to join their teams. Dumbasses, you thought to yourself. So desperate for attention, then when you finally get it, you’re stressed out. You shook your head as Alexis joined the table with a tray full of food. Des brought lunch, and Savannah accordingly ate a big breakfast. You didn’t have the energy to start walking through crowds for food. Especially not with the weakness you own. 

“They have pizza today, you know,” Alexis teased, flaunting the cheesy slice of life on her tray. You blinked a few times before hiding your face back in your arms. 

“I’m not really hungry,” you lied, your head vexing you as a headache was ensuing and brewing quickly. You hoped the lie would have placed a believable facade around you, but knowing your friends, one of them would take a hint and stuff something in you. But before any of them could chime, a loudness entered the lunchroom that was incomparable to the noise that was already blasting. So you plugged the earbuds back in. 

Forcing yourself to sit up, your eyes darted to notice the infamous blonde monster enter the lunchroom. Crowds of students (mainly women) tailed after Luke as he walked in. Smug smile and all, you wanted nothing more than to punch it off his face. Luke’s presence quickly drew his other friends as Calum, Ashton, and Michael escaped their table and dashed over to Luke. They were really testing your boundaries it seems. 

You increased the sound of the MP3, practically breaking your ears with rap as you watched the boys stroll around the lunchroom. Their combined crowds made them look like they were going on a school trip, seeing as they guided them around. But as you did, a sudden dizziness began striking, having you drop your head into your arms once more. Your vision was now tilted, having your eyes divert every which way to notice the girls looking at you with wide eyes. You pulled off the earphones and stared at them with wonder. 

“Y/N, you alright?” Des began worriedly, her hand coming to plant itself gently at the bend of your elbow. You nodded, your eyes struggling to stay open. Fucking fuck, you thought to yourself. This sudden weakness from sleep deprivation and starvation was really getting to you, and you didn’t know whether to be pissed at Luke or yourself or both. 

“Y/N, you seriously don’t look well,” Savannah chimed, moving from across you to stand behind you. You let her hold your chin to tilt your head a bit up. Her free hand resided on your forehead, listening to her silver bracelets clink against one another as she moved her hand. “You seem a little warm.” 

“I don’t have a fever,” you groaned, attempting to swat her away. But you were too weak to even dare wave your hand any sort of high velocity. You loved your friends– you do, but they sometimes fretted over you far too much for you to actually handle. “Seriously, I’m fine. I’m just tired, like I usually am.” 

“Yeah, but you’re incredibly groggy and you’re not jolting away,” Alexis points out. Right as she said that, a fairly loud growl emitted from your stomach, feeling a painful twist as you let out a hungry burp. “Y/N, are you hungry?” 

“I just told you I wasn’t,” you huffed. “What part of ‘I’m not really hungry’ do you guys not get?” The girls watched you as your eyes lightened up at the sight of Alexis’ pizza. You really wanted at least a bite, just to relieve yourself of this excruciating pain before you could get home. “I’m fine, really.” 

“Okay then,” Des hummed, her brown eyes looking down at her phone before looking at you. “Stand up then. Lunch is almost over.” Your eyes darted towards the large clock in the lunch room, seeing her words ring true as you saw there was only just 3 minutes. Reluctantly, you forced your legs straight to rise from the cold, circular table. Throwing your legs one by one over the seat, your bend down to grab your bag. But mistakes were very much made when you quickly rose again and found yourself go far too lightheaded. 

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, bringing a hand up to your forehead. The periphery of your eyesight was suddenly splotching black as you took one step away from the table. But then a jolt of pain hit your head and you found yourself going limp. Slowly, you saw your vision going sideways again while you were close to colliding to the ground. The last thing you saw was a black figure wearing a Cage The Elephant dashing to you, your name being yelled loudly in a masculine, accented tone before everything went mute and you drowned in the black. 


Emitting a croaky groan, your brain was finally regaining consciousness. Slowly, you allowing your eyes to flutter open. Your eyelids felt heavy, but you nonetheless forced them up to get shot by a very brightly lit ceiling lamp above. Feeling your mouth going very dry, you moved your tongue around and licked your lips, providing the moisture of saliva all around. Realizing that you just awoke from a slumber, you jolted yourself up to sit up and take in your surroundings. “The fuck am I…” 

“The nurse.” Oh, of fucking course. You turned to your right to see Luke Robert Hemmings sitting beside you, his elbows on his knees with his back slouched. His ocean eyes were no longer beautiful, and more dim and sunken. His hair was a little messy, probably from tampering with it anxiously. His rouge lips were normal, though his bottom lip was much more crimson due to the lip biting he’s probably been doing. 

Great, you thought to yourself. There goes my heart. 

“Why am I here?” You asked softly, slouching yourself to lean against your hand. That’s when you finally noticed. On your right arm, the sleeve of your hoodie was pulled up with your forearm exposed and being punctured by a needle. Your eyes dragged up the wire connected to it to see it connected to a big pouch of liquid. Artificial nutrients, you guessed. 

“You passed out in the lunchroom,” Luke replied, his stern face not faltered a single bit as you distantly stared at the needle in your vein. Luke sound a bit mad, like you did something to actually get him pissed. Not that you were an angel, but you doubted to have done a thing to get the blonde, pompous idiot mad. “Because you apparently were sleep, water, and food deprived.” 

“How’re school nurses accurate?” You wondered quietly, attempting to escape Luke’s information. You wanted to avoid being scolded, especially by Luke. You’d actually feel bad, and that would be very annoying, considering how tired and weak you still were. 

“Y/N, what the fuck were you doing with no sleep and no food or water in your body?” Luke growled, anger present on his tongue. You gulped, goosebumps suddenly crawling as you made sure to look away from the boy. You didn’t understand why you felt bad– it’s fucking Luke. Not even Sav, Des, or Alex. It’s fucking Luke Hemmings, Mr. I-Am-Too-Popular-To-Try-In-School. “Answer me.” 

“Cool down, blondie,” you hummed quietly, weakly raising your arm to wave him gently with your hand. You couldn’t move it too much, seeing as that was the punctured arm. You rose the other hand to cup your mouth to emit a yawn before crinkling your nose a bit. “I’m not dead and you’re not my guardian. I don’t see why you’re acting like some sort of worry warrior.” 

Suddenly, Luke abandoned his chair, the plastic dragged upon the white tiles as it was violently sent back. You looked over and flinched, seeing Luke look down at you with vexed eyes. His jawline was clenching, with veins dancing up and down his neck and temples. He then went and slammed his hands down on the bit of bed that you weren’t occupying, his face just a few inches from yours. 

“Stop being so fucking careless!” Luke exclaimed, practically barking as you stared at him blankly. The scruff ornate on his chin was collecting very small dews of his spit, you noticed. “You have to be more self-aware and give a shit about yourself because it’s not just you that cares about you. I fucking care about you, and you damn well know this because I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again: I. Love. You. So stop acting like your damn choices don’t affect anyone else because my heart fucking stopped when you fell right before me.” 

You stared, somewhat stunned by Luke’s aggressive take. His blue eyes were so dark, the azure not sitting well with you. You noticed his under eyes seeming a bit pink– had he been crying? His lips were in a pout, not entertained and very unlike his usual smiley self. You suddenly took in his words and allowed your eyes to fall down to see his shirt. Cage the Elephant. 

“You were the one rushing to me,” you connected the dots, looking away to take this in. You wanted the silence, but Luke was obviously not going to give it to you. He moved and ended up in your view again, still quite aggravated. “Luke–.” 

“Also stop shutting down my feelings just because you believe I’m wrong about them,” Luke barked, having you blink a few times as he huffed. “I flipped my shit. I threw myself on the floor so your head didn’t hit the damn floor. I was not gonna let you get a concussion.” 

“You cushioned my fall?” You asked quietly, seeing Luke’s eyes soften as he revealed a curt smile. He stood up straight and turned around, clinging his thumbs into his jeans. Before you dragged your hands up to your eyes, Luke looked back at you with a sympathetic gaze. 

“Before you start, I’m not gonna moon you again,” Luke spoke softly, having you hesitantly put your hands down as Luke dragged his pants that resided towards the left down and showed his upper buttcheek to you. Your eyes widened a bit.

A large, black splotch was evident in the very pale skin. The outskirts of the bruise was red, the flesh obviously agitated from the fall. There were licks of purple and blue in there, resembling a night sky in a hilarious way. But you couldn’t help and feel genuinely bad. You were a burden to someone you didn’t ask to take your burden-causing ass. 

“Luke, thank you for catching me and whatnot,” you began quietly, having Luke pull his pants up as he turned to face you once again. “I’m also sorry that you did but… you didn’t have to. I know, you care about me and love me or whatever, but I didn’t ask for you to do that. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt and I wouldn’t feel bad and have to apologize if you just let me fall completely.” 

Luke just stared at you for a brief moment, before bringing his hand up to your forehead and flicking it. 

“Oi, the fuck was that for, Hemmings?” You spat, bringing your left hand up to your forehead to rub it. 

“You sound stupid when you rant invalid reasoning,” Luke said quietly, sauntering over to grab the chair back and sit himself back down. He winces. He folded one leg over the other, studying you wistfully. “Even as strangers, I wouldn’t want to see someone fall down, knowing damn well I could go over and prevent a way bigger damage that the bruise on my ass.” 

Your palm was tickled by the wool sheets of the gurney as you distantly studied your black leggings. Luke bothered you, but not only because he was a persistent pest. He bothered you because even when he was like this, he was only doing it out of genuine care and kindness. He spoke words of sentiment to you, about you, without any hint of embarrassment. His heart is real and soft and full of warmth and completely saccharine. It bothered you because if you weren’t so stubborn, this would be taken, with ease, as the first time someone has given you romantic love. 

“Where’s Sav, Des, and Alex?” You hummed, refusing to respond to his banter as you looked around to see the nurse vacant. It was just the two of you, it seemed. 

“In class,” Luke hummed. “There’s about 15 more minutes before school is over, so just regain your energy before you could go home. I can take you if you’d–.” 

“I’m good,” you quickly dismissed before letting out a sigh. You stomach grumbled, annoyed that you were still hungry. Your left hand subconsciously held your tummy, having you plot a plan to grab a sandwich before returning home. But it seems Luke was ahead of you on that. 

“Someone left you food, by the way,” Luke hummed, having you turn to watch as Luke grabbed a brown paper back from the floor and offered it to you. You grabbed it weakly, placing it on your thighs as you opened it curiously. “I didn’t look in it, I swear.” 

You snorted, digging through the bag to fish out a packed sandwich. You noticed it was from Five Guys, humoring you as you put it beside you before checking more of the bags contents. There was a Pure Leaf ice tea, lemon flavored and fairly cold. Putting that aside as well, you noticed a note at the very bottom. Picking it up, you tossed the brown bag away to your lower legs as you opened the note up. 

‘I heard what happened– please eat up! I almost had a heart attack tbh. Anyways, this place makes my favorite sandwiches so I hope you like it. Nobody knows this, but I used to be extremely fat. Like, really fat. But puberty did me good and I still eat about 2 boxes of pizza to this day -H’ 

“What a loser,” you muttered under your breath, rising a bit to stuff the note into your back pocket with the other as you took the sandwich and dropped it on your thighs. You opened it quickly to reveal a nice sandwich before you. Your mouth was practically watering, super excited to eat the delicious food. But before you could, you felt two large, calloused hands wrap around the one being pumped with nutrients. You look over and see Luke stare at you, his eyes warm and soft with a curt smile playing at his lips. 

“If I may, I’m going to use your invalid reasoning right now,” Luke hummed quietly. “You’re going to be in my team for the camping trip, and it’ll be my responsibility to take care of you. Don’t quote-unquote ‘burden me’ by being careless during that time, okay? But on a serious level, please don’t worry me. I’d hate for something to happen to you, especially when I’d be watching you.” 

“Luke…” you began softly but he was quick to let go of your hand. He rose from the chair and stretched a bit, emitting a loud yawn. He cracked his knuckles a bit, adjusting his hair as he continued to look down wistfully at you. He bent down again, his hands down on the bed as his nose was just a few inches from yours. 

“Get that permission slip signed, okay?” Luke requested calmly, giving you a blush-inducing wink. “A little birdie said you weren’t going, and I think that’s what you could do to pay back my services.” 

You groaned, realizing he was the reason you weren’t currently suffering a concussion and potential brain damage. 

“Okay, now shut up,” you growled, smashing the half sandwich again Luke’s lips. Luke chuckled, taking a bite before rising up again to make his way out of the nurse’s office. “Where are you off to?” You asked curiously, somewhat upset that he was leaving. 

“I’m off to tell Ms. Lee that you’re okay as well as to get your work for the day,” Luke chimed, walking over to the doorway. He then halted, turned around to lean against the right side of it. “Nice sweatshirt by the way.” 

With that, Luke Hemmings left you in the nurse, with food on your legs and your heart racing.

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Imagine #5 - Elevator Encounter

You ran down the hallway of the convention hotel in your town. Out of lack of rooms, your school had permission to use some conference rooms and decided to move all the art classes for higher grades there. That meant you had about 5 minutes to get from your school to the hotel halfway across the town, though. Luckily, this was the last class of the day for you so you only needed to hurry through town once.

“No, nononono!” you muttered under your breath as you turned the corner and saw that one of the elevators was just closing the doors. You knew that waiting for another one to arrive on your floor was like playing roulette and taking the stairs would take too long as well. Not to mention that you really were not in the mood to take the stairs up to the 10th floor.  

You prevented the doors from closing all the way by quickly sticking one of your sketchbooks in the small gap. As soon as it fully opened up again, your eyes widened at the sight of already a good amount of people inside of it. They all turned their heads to look at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized and tried to catch your breath. You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks that were most likely tinted in a dark shade of pink by then. “I’m just gonna wait for the next one.”

“Nonsense,” a brunette guy said and nodded for you to get in. “Which floor did you need to get on?”

“Uh, 10th, thanks,” you answered, then standing next to a blond guy that was significantly taller than you.

“No problem,” he answered smiling. “I’m Ellington by the way.”

“(Y/N),” you answered, lightly smiling back. Everyone else introduced themselves and if you were remembering correctly, you were standing next to Riker. Next to him was Rocky and across from you were Ellington, Ross and Rydel.

The doors opened on floor 6 but no one was moving to get out. “This isn’t your floor either?” you asked, not actually knowing where they were headed.

“No, we’re going one above yours,” Ross answered, seemingly not fazed by the random stop at all.

Fantastic. Of course, the elevator had to stop at random floors just for the fun of it. You leaned your head back and sighed quietly while the doors closed again.

“Everything okay?” Riker asked from next to you.

“Yeah, these elevators are just worse than any gambling game,” you laughed lightly. “And I have a class that actually started a couple minutes ago already.”

Right as you said that, you arrived at floor ten. “Well, it was nice meeting you all,” you waved and stepped out.

“You too,” they replied. “Maybe we’ll see you around again.”

After your class ended, you had some time to kill and decided to sit down in the little café that was part of the hotel. Scribbling in your sketchbook to figure out some concepts for the assignment you just got, you heard voices approaching you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Rydel said, smiling from widely. “Mind if we join you?”

“Not at all,” you shook your head and made some room on the table since your things took up most of the space. Rocky and Ross were sitting down next to you, the others scattering around the rest of the table.

“Your description of the elevator being like a gambling game was pretty accurate, by the way,” Riker laughed.

“Oh yeah? How many times did it take you to get to your floor?”

“I think it was 3 or 4 times,” Ellington overdramatically sighed and rolled his eyes. “But how was your class?”

You tried not to groan at the thought of the past one and a half hours, but it was to no avail. “Let’s just say that I can’t think of anything more boring than being stuck in a History of Typography lesson that is 100% theoretical for 90 minutes,” you chuckled causing everyone else to let out a small laugh as well. “At least the assignment we got is practical. But what were you doing? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s fine,” Rydel waved her hand dismissively. “We had a little band meeting and finished earlier than expected so now we have the rest of the day off. Then we thought we could check out this café,” she smiled.

“Oh, you’re all in a band?” you wondered and tried to hide the fact that you were a little surprised. They seemed so normal and down-to-earth, you never would’ve guessed they were in a band.

“Yeah, R5,” Ross piped up from next to you. “Ever heard of it?”

You shook your head no and gave them an apologetic smile. “I will totally check your stuff out, though.”

“Is this for your assignment?” Rocky suddenly spoke up. Just then you noticed that he had taken the sketchbook that had been lying in front of you and was flipping through the pages. Usually, it was the probably biggest pet peeve of yours when someone would just flip through your sketches without asking beforehand. Seeing that this was the book especially for schoolwork and it was getting graded and critiqued by pretty much everyone anyways, you condoned it.

“Yeah, it’s just a rough draft of the first couple ideas, though. It most likely won’t look anything like that in the end.” Your eyes followed the book that was now making its way around the whole table.

“They are really good for just rough drafts,” Riker noted and passed it to Ross, who seemed to be eagerly taking a look at every page.

“Yeah,” Ellington agreed. “Maybe we will hit you up in the future when we need some new designs.”

“Thanks,” you blushed. “But I’m sure you would want someone with an actual degree or at least a lot more experience.”

“Eh, who cares about degrees when the final product is awesome?” Ross shrugged and handed you the book back.

You kept chatting for a while, getting to know each other more, until you realized that it was time for you to go. They asked to exchanges numbers so you handed your phone over and got theirs to put your number in.

“So, (Y/N), if you ever want to get away from boring history class assignments, we have a show coming up soon and could sneak you a ticket if you want,” Riker smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

You laughed. “I’ll keep that offer in mind, thanks.”

“Just shoot one of us a text or something,” Rydel pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight. “Not only because of that, but in general. You’re pretty cool.”

“You guys are pretty cool, too.” You grinned at your new friends.

You said your goodbyes and walked down the street, smiling while recalling the past couple hours. Out of everything that could have ever happened, you never thought that the shitty elevators in the convention hotel could actually be the reason for an awesome, new friendship to start.

@outside-the-government!! Here is your fic! Congratulations again on winning my 100 follow contest, and THANK YOU for playing, and generally being awesome and welcoming. 

Word Count: 1759
Author’s Note: The request was: “Could I please get a fic where reader is Bones’ right-hand woman in med bay, the best nurse he’s ever worked with. They’ve been dating for a while. One day, she gets sick or injured somehow and he finds out that while she’s fantastic with patients, one drop of her own blood and she’s out like a light and he’s like WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”. This was SO much fun to write. Even the part where I nearly triggered myself fainting thinking about seeing myself bleed my own blood :D

You’d realized Doctor McCoy might be something special about four months after you’d finished nursing school. You were in the middle of dressing down a doctor for a particularly stupid mistake that he was trying to pass off as yours when Bones had walked into the clinic on the Starbase. He’d taken a seat and watched the show, right down to you poking the doctor in the chest with scanner to emphasize your point.

When the doctor in question turned to his undoubted colleague for backup, Bones cocked his eyebrow in that special way that only he could and wanted to know if your accusations were true. That set the doctor into another fit of screaming, and soon he was throwing instruments across the clinic at you. Bones was just about to step between the two of you when you executed a brilliant take-down and put him on the floor, your knee in the centre of his back.

You hadn’t noticed the guy in command gold behind him when he’d entered the clinic, but when Bones turned to him, you realized your life was about to change.

“Her. That’s the nurse I want to replace Chapel.” He’d pointed directly at you.

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‘what did juunkrat do?’: a masterpost

as i’m sure some of you might have seen, tumblr user juunkrat has recently said and done some….really nasty stuff, and outed themself as someone who is definitely not to be trusted. there are quite a few photo posts of screenshots of conversations with them going around, but they’re long and hard to process, so i’m going to be trying to summarize everything in this post. this will basically be the answer to the question a lot of people are asking right now, and that’s “what’s the deal with tumblr user juunkrat?”

BIG warning for mentions of pedophilia / csa and ableism

(and a big thanks to @luxwing and @dailypicturesofscout for providing quite a few of these screenshots, and countless well wishes and good vibes your way for dealing with all of this. stay safe, guys) 

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Half Asgardian pt.3

A/N Hello again my lovelies! I hope you are having a good day. I want to remind you guys that I love you and love hearing back what you think about the fics! Also thank you soooooo much for getting the follows past 100! I haven’t heard back from any of you if you wanted me to do a special fic for this occasion or anything. I hope you are ready for this next part because I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. 

Warnings: Fluff,possible angst, injury (Mention of blood and such) if i missed any tell me and I’ll edit.

Word count: 3k+

Peters pov

Mr.Stark went upstairs to the roof. 

“Peter did you just say she went to the roof alone?” Wanda asked coming into the room.

“Yea why?” I asked her and her face dropped.

“What the hell was she thinking?” Wanda said and raced to the elevator and I followed.

“What’s going on? Why is it a big deal she went to the roof?”

“ I hope it wasn’t a big deal she was on the roof alone. After the night on the bridge she had a very loud dream that woke me up. It told her to stay with someone at all times. I don’t know why she would risk it.” We reached the roof and Mr.Stark was looking frantic.

“Have you seen Thor?” 

“No is she not up here?” Wanda asked.

“No, but the mark from Asgard is here and I need to know if Thor took her without permission after I told him not to.” He said stepping the elevator and we went down. Wanda gave me a worried look.

“Tony…..” Wanda said cautiously.

“What? If it’s not pertaining to Y/n I don’t want to hear it at the moment. F.R.I.D.A.Y. can’t find her and I didn’t just lose my child.”

“I don’t think she is with Thor.”

“She has to be that’s the only explanation for this.”

“Tony those people on the bridge…..” Wanda didn’t get to finish her sentence before he sped walked out of the elevator.

“If he believes Thor took her why is he looking around?” Wanda asked.

“He probably doesn’t want to hear what you were going to tell him.” I said and my stomach turned into a knot. I should’ve went up to the roof with her. She wouldn’t be missing now if I had. We both found Mr.Stark in a training room with Steve and Thor.


“No. I would never send her there alone. There is many things she doesn’t know about. Many different creatures.” Thor said.


“Tony she’s probably just out with her friends. She’s a teenage girl.”

“Did you not just hear what I said?Say one more stupid word and I will fight you Steve. I know what I saw on the roof. She isn’t here. There is no record of where she is and the only logical explanation now is that she is alone on another planet.”

“Tony are you going to listen now?” Wanda asked and Mr.Stark looked on the verge of screaming or breaking down into tears. “The night she was on the bridge she had a dream so loud I saw it and woke me up. Her mom had told her to stay with someone at all times. I told her that she follow that advice because it was more of a vision than a dream. I think those guys on the bridge were after her and they came back when she was alone.”

“But she can defend herself against other Asgardians. Have you seen her fight Thor?” Steve said.

“She probably wasn’t expecting it. Peter said she had a bad day and she was cooling off.” Wanda said.

“How did they even get here? We are not allowed to bring people back to Asgard at the moment.”

“She’s half Asgardian they probably let it slide.” Steve said.

Mr. Stark sat down. 

“Tony I will go after her and bring her back.”

“I’m going with you.” 

“You can’t. You will hinder my ability of finding her faster. If whoever took her finds out there is a human in Asgard they will suspect something.” Thor said.

“He’s right Tony.” Steve said putting a hand on his shoulder.

Y/n pov

I woke up in a cell with my head pounding. This place looked….. familiar? 

“I told you to stay with someone at all times.” My head whipped around to see my mother.

“Where have you been? Where are we?”


“Why? Why am I in a cell?”

“I may have promised you away before you were born.”

“You Rapunzeled me????” I asked hitting the bars.

“Did you even know you were half Asgardian? Did Tony tell you that you were his?”

“I read the note and Thor told me he knew you from here.” Her face dropped.

“So he must’ve told you what I’ve done..”

“No he just said he knew you.”

“Not in person that is. I’m surprised he didn’t tell you or have you locked up. I guess he saw you were a good kid.”

“Then how does he know you?”

“I’m one of Asgard’s top criminals.” I laughed harder than I should’ve.

“You? Yea right. You couldn’t even take care of yourself properly on Earth.”

“On Earth I could be lazy. You took care of me. Anyways I went to Earth for a robbery of something and met Tony. I forgot about the robbery my boss had sent me to Earth for. He showed up and was furious. He was going to end my life there, but he didn’t when I told him I was with child. I had owed him a debt for not going through with the robbery. He told me I was to give him you when you were born so you could be raised a fighter. I stayed on Earth and hidden so they wouldn’t find you. I sacrificed coming back to my home so you could live a normal life. They were going to find where I was sooner or later so I ran and left you in Tony’s care.”

“You told these people they could have you’re baby so you could escape debt-free?” I asked behind the bars

“Don’t give me that look. I realized my mistake , but it was too late. That’s why I sent you that vision of staying with someone at all times. They would never had done anything in front of a human. We don’t want to interact with humans. Such disgusting creatures.”

“I’m half human.”

“Your father was the exception. I still love you.”

“Your love doesn’t mean shit to me. Never in the whole time I’ve been alive have you showed it. Never. You left me to fend for myself. You only did something for me when I threw a fit.” I told her and she walked away.

“Fuck this.” I said and formed a knife out of an unknown element I have experimented with at home. It was stronger than anything that we had on Earth and was well past the element in Peter’s suit.

I went to go cut through the bars and it snapped the knife like a twig. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Some one said walking into the room again.

“ Who are you?”

“I’m you’re mom’s boss. The name is Raoul. Its nice to see you have some Asgardian traits. You can create things out of thin air. That will be very handy for you in the ring.”

“The ring? What makes you think that I’ll fight?”

“Your mom told me you were a smart girl. You’d be stupid not to fight considering your opponents will try and kill you. You see I run a fight ring that many people come to watch. Usually its animal against animal. You my dear will be one of the first to fight these animals in the ring. So rest up sweetheart you got a big day tomorrow.” He said and left. I sat down. Maybe I could make a break for it in the ring.

“Stark only took you in because he’s feels he’s responsible for you. He’s come into a new era. He’s cleaning up his mistakes remember? You’re one that he over looked. Why do you think the public doesn’t know about you yet?”

I kept walking.

“Not even your mom wanted you. How long have you had to take care of yourself? Doesn’t it hurt that the person who gave birth to you didn’t even care about you or what happened to you? How many of her boyfriends got more attention than you? How many of her boyfriends pushed you around?” 

I tired to speed my pace. Don’t think about it Y/n. Don’t think don’t think don’t think……..

“And what about that boy that you so fancy? He notices you and then kisses another girl. He would never fall for a piece of alien freakshow like you…”

Don’t think. DOn’t think……. about how he’s right…..

“Poor little Y/n. Her whole world is falling down. You were just fooling yourself. No one ever wanted you in the first place, they just felt pity.” 

I snapped and beat the shit out of him. It was only until Ned had to pull me off of him did I stop.’The other kid disappeared and Ned had looked at me with worry and I took it as pity then walked off.

My body jolted awake at the memory of the day I left and I was aware of my harsh breathing and tears on my face. I sat and held my head as I stared at my feet trying to steady my breathing.

“Get up scum we. Almost time to fight.” I looked over to see Raoul opening the cell. It didn’t require keys. He dragged me out and threw me into a room then closed the door.

“What the fuck?” I yelled at the door that closed then disappeared. The ground started to shake and climb towards the roof that vanished. The light stung my eyes.

“Ladies and gentleman! May I present our very first fighter. Not only is she our first fighter, but she’s only half Asgardian.” There were screams and applause. Are you fucking kidding me? Thor gave me the wrong impression of Asgardians.

“Now in the other corner we have her opponent.” I turned around and saw what looked like a large snake, but the Asgardian version of it.

“It’s venom would kill this half-breed with any contact she makes with it. Lets see how she faces up.” Raoul said as the creature moved fast around me closing me into a circle with its body. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me. It spit and just barely missed my foot and I jumped away as it closed in closer. Its eyes were purple and darting back and forth at my movements. 

I thought to all the pictures of weapons Thor has shown me. I moved my hands to create a sword that resembled one that Thor had shown me. God I hope its made of the same material as the original. I created steps in the air to get out of the beast’s trap.

It saw me in the air and started to stretch its body to get me but I kept climbing I was going to try to escape going through the roof of the ring. However a shield went over the top before I was even close. Shit.

The beast’s body kept stretching up towards me. I looked down at it as it continued to stretch to me about a hundred feet below. I jumped. I don’t know what I was thinking, but the impulse came to me and so I jumped. I slammed into the head of the beast and ran my sword through it. As if in slow motion it dropped to the ground landing with a thud and me flying off of it and across the ring with the crowd screaming.

“There you have it ladies and gentleman. The half breed winner!” Raoul said coming down into the ring and threw me back onto the platform that went down to the room. I ended up back in my cell with my heart thudding in my chest. The adrenaline had hurt my chest.

I had a fight almost everyday for almost 3 months. My body got stronger over time. Peter, dad, and the rest of the Avengers were always on my mind when I wasn’t in the ring. What were they doing and if they could even look for me. 

I took in the weapons I saw in the crowds as references and was able to create and destroy a variety of Asgardian weapons. I had already created a sufficient suit for myself to keep me from getting to terrible injured. I sat on the floor working on creating a new type of weapon so I could cut through the cell when I heard footsteps and quickly made the weapon disappear into thin air as I looked up.



“How did you find me? They’re going to come any minute. I’m suppose to fight another beasts today.” I told him

“You’re not going to be fighting just another beast. You’re going to be fighting Raoul’s beast. The closest thing you could possibly picture it as is a wolf. However its millions of time stronger. Try to stay alive and stall if you can. We have a plan to get you out of the ring.” 


There was footsteps. “I can’t explain now Lady Y/n, but don’t worry I have one of Asgardian’s brightest to help out.” Thor said and disappeared.

“Show time kid.” Raoul said pulling me out of the cell and into the room that led to the ring and then he disappeared. I waited and was soon brought to the day light of the ring.

I turned to face what looked like to be a wolf, but was the size but almost as tall as the stadium itself.

“Oh shit.” I said as I looked at it growling in front of me. 

“This one….. Is my favorite.” I heard Raoul say as I stared down the beast. It opened its mouth and howled, but I stood my ground unmoving until it finally charged. I created a wall and it crashed right into it with a thud and caused a crack in the middle of it.

“Not very smart are you?” I asked it as it backed up and shaked its head of the rubble and it charged again. I pulled out a staff that had been similar to the pictures I had seen of Loki’s. I created a shield around myself as it tried to bite me and stabbed it in it’s eye. It roared in pain and slashed its claw against my leg. 

FUCK ME MOTHER FUCKER. I fell to the ground and held my leg. Blood was seeping out onto my hands. The beast moved to attack again. I moved my hands to create something to defend myself and what appeared ended up being bigger than the beast itself.

A giant dragon appeared and the crowd started to scream as it started to both take down the wolf-like creature and destroy part of the ring. I stood up and staggered away from the beasts as the crowd started to leave in terror. I ducked as the dragon swung its tail and broke the wall I was running towards. Thor appeared in the ring and picked me up and started to go quickly away from the ring. My vision doubled then went into tunnel vision and back again.


I don’t know how we got back but we did. 

“Y/N! What happened what’s wrong with her?” 

“She’ll be ok its the after effects of the venom that was in her.”


“Her leg. She fought valiantly against her opponents. She defeated the beast before the plan was even put into action.” I felt something touch my leg and my whole body convulsed.

“Are you sure all the poison is out of her leg?”

“Yes the pain she is feeling will last from a couple hours to a day or two. One of the best healers gave me this however to help ease her pain.” Thor said putting something on my leg and the pain stopped and I let out a breath of air.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” I asked him he set me down carefully and instantly I was greeted with a hug.

“Oh lord I didn’t know what had happened. I didn’t know where you were. I was so worried.” Tony told me squeezing me tight.

“You had a terrible choice in women back then. But I think you got it right with Pepper.” I told him and he let out a laugh.

“Ok you’re going to tell me everything that happened and I mean everything. You’re not going to leave me in the dark like you did about the vision got it?” He said pulling away from me.

“Yea I’ll tell you everything.”

“First go take a shower though.” He said smiling and ruffling my hair.

“I know I stink.” I told him.

“Lady Y/n keep the moss on your leg.” Thor told me as I headed off to the shower.

God, it felt so good to take a hot shower. After about an hour and a half I didn’t smell bad, but instead of my vanilla body wash that I loved so much. I got dressed in seats and a tee and decided to head out to the main room.

“Peter….” I said walking out of my room. He stood there silent and watching me.

“I-I umm…” He stuttered as I walked towards him.

“After 3 months you’re not gonna even give me a hug?” I asked him and he quickly wrapped his arms around me. He lifted me up and started walking with me over to my bed. I heard him sniffle. Oh no if he was gonna cry I was going to start crying.

“Ned told me what had happened….. the day you were taken.” He said sitting across from me now and held both my hands in his. His eyes were starting to water. “ Y/n i didn’t…. I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me and I told her that I didn’t like her like that and I should’ve told you earlier how I felt. I was kicking myself everyday you were gone because I didn’t know…. I didn’t know if you’d come back. And you should’ve told me about the kid with Flash…”

“Peter… Peter.. Peter… “ I kept trying to interrupt him.

“No y/n you need to hear this.” He said pulling my hands closer to him. “ Don’t  you ever, ever believe for one second you don’t matter to any of us. Ned and I care about you. The Avengers care about you. Your dad and Pepper care about you, they wouldn’t have taken you in other wise.”

“Peter I know that now and I know I should’ve told you. I shouldn’t have kept it to myself. I let my emotions get the better of me and I know it sounds very cliche but when I saw her kiss you I just felt my heart drop because I didn’t want to lose you to someone else and it didn’t feel right. I spent the first week in Asgard feeling sorry for myself and got nowhere. After I was put in the ring I realized how much I missed everyone and how I had taken everything here for granted. I kept thinking that I had just let 1 bad day screw up my whole life and now I was never going to be able to go back. Peter you don’t know how much I missed you. I promise never to shut you out again.” I told him and wrapped my arms back around him.

“Fuck I missed you so much.” He said burying his face into my neck and started to kiss me. He littered my neck with kisses then moved up to my cheeks,then my forehead before I finally grew impatient and pulled him to kiss my lips.

“ I am in the room.” We both pulled away to find my dad standing in the door way.

“I uhhh…”

“I’m going to ignore what I just saw and I am going to have a talk with Peter later about what I am choosing to ignore at the moment. If you aren’t to worn out we were going to get food and then talk about what happened.” 

“Yea I could definitely go for some food right now.” I told him.

“Ok then lets go.” He said walking away.

“Come on” I told him grabbing his hand and standing up.

“You’re dad is going to kill me.” He said lacing our fingers.

“Nah. Maybe just smack you upside the head.” I told him and kissed his cheek as we walked out of my room.

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I hope you like it! I tried to fit into your request to the best of my ability.

Warnings: Violence, blood, swearing, BATMOM FLUFF,

Ummi is Mom in case you didn’t know.

This is a pretty long fic! 

I apologize for the low quality, it was very late when I finished this.

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