ripped away from me

6

au where Saitama responds to his haters with overwhelming sarcasm

I needed a little pick-me-up but I got lazy halfway through lol, but I’ll be focusing on au stuff now I promise! my brain has been really unfocused recently and I just, need to get refocused (; _ ; )

I had an anon a while ago asking for Hunk love and I was so busy I didn’t get to it until now! (And even now it’s kind of messy but !!! I love hunk!!!)

Bonus*:

*On every planet, always

I can’t remember whether or not I love you.
That’s the funny part about it. I remember everything you said to me, everything we did together. Nothing escapes me now; memories of you and I laughing together, me crying on your shoulder, and us smiling at the stars hold tight to my mind. Part of me still daydreams of it. Part of me wants to forget you exist. All of me knows that’s impossible.
Maybe I can’t remember because my body doesn’t want to go through that pain again. The feeling of being ripped away from you sent me into a constant state of self loathing and fear of abandonment. I still don’t forgive you for that much.
I lay here, staring at the sky and all of its lights as though they’ll give me the answer I’m looking for. Nothing will, though. I’ll never get the truth. The question’s been buried too far into my soul, my psyche, my everything.
Now I wonder if you still love me, too.

adrien’s sad, devastated look when he’s denied snacks reblog if you agree

Fic: Happy Birthday, Naruto

Word Count: Ion’t know | Genre: Real ass shit | Relationship: M/M | Warning: Unsafe for the eyes of those sensitive to real ass shit

A/N: A gift for Naruto, the birthday boy. SNS. 

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Overhead, fluttering under the bright rays of a radiant sun, a carrier pigeon delivered a scroll.

‘Hinata baked a birthday cake for me, but I just wanna get my 10 inch candle deep up in your cakes and fill you with my custard cannon baby. Use Water Release: Fleet no Jutsu before I arrive so I can eat a lil dessert with my present too. 😩💦💦💦👅🍅’

Sasuke rolled his eyes, scoffing at the lowly vulgarity. It wouldn’t be long before Naruto descended on him now. Subtlety didn’t exist in his dictionary.

A rendezvous in the Hokage’s mansion; that plan Naruto concocted when he swept Sasuke off his feet, ignorant of any passive protest, would end in his well-deserved favor. The fourteen missed calls from Hinata, the read receipt attached to the text prying into his whereabouts (Read: 3 hours ago), and the unsigned marriage annulment documents crumpled within Sasuke’s pocket fazed not a nerve-ending in his body. Naruto left all those obstructions to the birds as he hastily stabbed at the touchscreen of his phone, ‘I’m at Sasuke house playing the game like fr my dick gone get skid marks the way you riding it so hard 💀💀💀😂🔥🔥😂🔍🔍🔥😤😴,’ in an evasive maneuver that freed him from the all-too-tight chains of banal concepts such as personal responsibility.

Inhaling that fresh air of freedom, Naruto’s atoms dispersed in a vibrant beacon of light before flashing back together at his destination with his lover in his arms. Agreeable, subdued to no one’s path but one where they could be together, just like Naruto, and the Uchiha’s wife, expected him to be. In Naruto’s case, it was more akin to a demand than a expectation. A demand not expressed with teary eyes, passive threats one was too weak to act upon, and appeals to a romance one felt entitled to, but expressed with the promise of being saved by the threat of fists. The specter of breaking the other’s bones to drag him back home to complete his triad of emotional receptacles: the village, his aspiring monarchy, and a certain Uchiha’s acknowledgement. With a smile on his face and only the purest intentions lacing his heartstrings, Naruto refused to tolerate anything less from his most prized bond.

It elated Naruto to know Sasuke made not just the right choice, but the only choice.

Encased beneath a hurricane crashing in the violent waves of passion, Naruto found solace in nothing short of devouring the decadence of the Uchiha’s body like the sweetest confection. Eliciting sounds from Sasuke that not even his wife was privy to, committing the rich palate of his flesh to his tongue’s memory, and claiming every corner and curve his hands traversed as rightfully his own.

Said hand, an eager one, slid beneath the now disheveled hem of Sasuke’s shirt to trace the attractive grooves that shaped his lower abdomen and advertised a sharp pathway toward what begged for Naruto’s attention.

“M'gonna get in them guts and bust down your walls like the Kyuubi at the Konoha gates,” was the rasp that accompanied Naruto’s hand tugging down those pants, slipping his palm inside Sasuke’s underwear without shame, to reveal…

A glock.

The heater, the burner, he was strapped with that draco.

Naruto froze.

“Happy Birthday, Naruto.”

Sasuke Uchiha, his lover, pistol whipped him in the heat of passion.

“The only walls you’re busting down are the ones to my reparations fund. You don’t want this work.”

Naruto, for once in all of his days…

Couldn’t believe it.

“Wh-”

“You beat me down, begged me to return to this putrid country, and fraternize with the very elders who subjugated my family and ripped them away from me. The vermin who caused my defection in the first place drink tea with you, unsweetened at that. This ‘peace’ you professed to me was nothing but a farce to lure me here, and I won’t hesitate to bust a cap in your dome, your scalp, your cranium.”

Naruto’s eyes widened. Shock washed over his features like a tidal wave.

“B-B-But ya gotta understand the Leaf’s mistakes were-”

“Genocide and tyranny are not mistakes, braindead idiot,” he presses the barrel to Naruto’s forehead.

“Can we talk about this?”

“No. Deliver my reparations in monthly direct deposits or I will never let you snort lines of coke off my ass again.”

Now it was Naruto’s turn to fall silent. He never imagined Sasuke…didn’t need his saving.

“I’m sick of being the neighborhood’s emotional vessel, doling out validation by the demands of my so-called friends. Your parasitic acknowledgement, Sakura’s narcissistic love, Kakashi’s bruised sense of being a failed sensei who, in a brazen show of hypocrisy, disregarded my rightful goal when I was vulnerable and trusted him.”

“Wait-”

“Shut up, usuratonkachi. It would behoove you to know: your dick game’s wack and your stroke is trash.”

Sasuke may or may not have been lying, but today is the day he rescinds that oh so coveted acknowledgement at all costs. Despite that, the color sapped from Naruto’s face at the blow to his strengths. There was no way his dick game was wack…

“You’re going to catch this bullet precisely where you catch my nut every night. In the eye.”

He cocks, the glock, the burner, the draco…

Naruto pauses, takes Sasuke by the wrist, gently.

“Wells Fargo or Bank of Konoha?”

“Neither. I’m with a credit union in the Sound Village. Write the reparations check for it there or I’ll make you spew the flames of Amaterasu straight from your asshole.”

Sasuke didn’t bother with his blabbering, his excuses. He had to pay the elders a visit now. Turning on his heel, he breezes past Naruto and begins to take his grand exit from the country yet again.

“Then…if you planned to leave me. Who were you getting thick for all this time?”

A low chuckle leaves Sasuke and he flashes his smirk over his shoulder.

“The Revolution.”

~ FIN

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Blur albums: Honest names

  • Gay? Sure.
  • Life Rn Is Shit.
  • YOLO.
  • Fuck This Shit I’m Out.
  • Nothing Makes Sense.
  • Slaying While Crying.
  • Bby Come Back I Luv U.
  • Fantastic Reunion.
Can We Still Be Alone? (NSFW 18+)

A/N: This was inspired by two songs Windswept by Crywolf and Daning On My Own By Robyn (the Hunter Plake and Jack Cassidy version). When I heard them the ideas just started flowing. This is very different from anything I have written. I had @minhosmeanhoe on my mind as I wrote this. Not for any particular reason, she’s just my actual soulmate so I’m dedicating this to her. I really hope you guys like this (: Also, I’m pretty sure I proofread this! (Pretty sure)

Paring: StilesxReader

Warnings: Smut 

Word Count: 4988


Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

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Everything Has A Price // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Five [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Pool Sex, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Violence, Fist Fighting, Talks about Death and Bodies, and Swearing.

Word Count: 8,533

Song: Crazy In Love by The Eden Project Ft. Leah Kelly

“I betrayed her, Mitch.” I cried hysterically as he drove like a madman to Lee’s house. “I told her I was gonna be there with her. If something happened to Nia, it’s all my fault.”

“Nothing happened to her.” Mitch replied, looking over at me with determination in his eyes. “She’s alive. I’m sure of it.”

“I-I’m gonna have to live with the weight of this for the rest of my life, aren’t I?” I sobbed.

“No, you’re not because she is okay.” My boyfriend argued.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because this is Nia we’re talking about. She’s strong and intimidating as hell. No bomb is gonna bring that girl down.”

My doe eyes looked up at Mitch in complete awe. Here was this guy who just happened to stumble into my life and ended up becoming one of the most important people to me.

I gave him a smile and a nod just as we entered Lee’s street, the loud sounds and flashing lights of cop cars and ambulances stealing my attention. The whole road was full of police officers and paramedics hard at work, pulling bodies and a few survivors out of the completely destroyed house. Black smoke filled the air and you could practically taste the burning wood on your tongue. Firefighters held up hoses in front of the house as they put out its fire. The whole street was an open invitation to pure chaos. 

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keith: you know, i used to think that i didn’t need any friends. i thought i could survive on my own, and that anyone getting close to me would be a burden. but now that i have you guys, if anyone took any of you away from me, i’d rip their face off and cry.

hunk: thanks, keith. that’s both extremely sweet and absolutely horrifying. 

Don’t Let Me Go

Request: Fic Req: Peter Parker coming over in the middle of the night because he had a nightmare.  + based on that pic of tom shirtless scrolling through his phone with a cup of tea/coffee bc I’m thirsty

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: A few curse words I think if you consider that a warning lol A LOT OF FLUFF SURPRISNGLY


You had only been asleep for maybe an hour when you heard the incessant knocking on your window. You were in your apartment alone since your parents had decided to take a trip together alone for the anniversary, so you were on higher alert and the fact that someone was knocking at your door at two in the morning didn’t sit right with you.

You sat up in your bed, hesitantly grabbing the first object within reach which just so happened to be an umbrella littered with various cats and dogs – a joke gift Peter had given you on your third-year friendship anniversary because, “Get it?! It’s raining cats and dogs!”

At the thought of Peter you smiled slightly, but the continuous knocking snapped you out of your thoughts. You lowered your umbrella as you walked closer to your window, the thought that it might be more likely that Peter be at your window than a murderer. You were proven right as you drew your curtain back and saw a flushed Peter sitting on your fire escape, clad in his alter-ego’s costume minus the mask.

You pushed your window up, immediately being pushed back into your bedroom as Peter’s arms wounded around your waist and pulled you against him. You were stunned for a couple of seconds, hearing his harsh and broken breathing. You eventually returned his embrace, your arms finding themselves around his neck.

“Peter?”

“God, you’re so warm. No!” He gripped you tighter, stopping your movements of trying to let go. “Please, don’t let go of me.”

Your grip tightened around him as he lifted you off the floor slightly. “Peter,” your grip loosened as you felt yourself on the ground again, “I have to close the window. Go lay in my bed, I’ll be quick.” He reluctantly let go, shuffling to get to your bed. As promised, as soon as you shut your window you returned to his open embrace under your comforter.

“Do you want to know why I’m here at two in the morning?” In all honesty, you weren’t going to ask. You didn’t mind losing sleep over Peter, especially when he seemed like he needed you. You were just going to fall asleep against him, like you had done so many times before. You’d do anything just to be like this with him every night.

“Only if you want to tell me.”

“I had another nightmare.”

“About?” You knew what the answer was. Ever since Peter had told you about him being Spider-Man, his nightmares about you being taken from him were almost a weekly thing. It had never gotten bad enough for him to visit you in the middle of the night, however.

“You… except it was different. God, it felt so real.” His voice started to tremble as his arms tightened around your waist. “You wouldn’t wake up – no matter what I said or did, you just didn’t respond to me. Then your body was ripped away from me, I couldn’t say bye and I didn’t know where you were. I saw flashes of green and orange, but nothing else. Everything was dark, cold – everything I imagine life without you to be.”

His head had drifted down to rest on your chest, his grip on you deadly but you didn’t mind. You knew what it felt like to dream of a world without Peter. You would never tell him but knowing how often he risked his life scared the absolute shit out of you. You knew it was something he felt he needed to do, an obligation of some sorts, and you knew he was more than capable, but nothing would ever make you comfortable with the idea of him not ever coming back to you. Even when he promised you each time he would always come back to you. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Peter?”

“Don’t let me go.” His speech was slurred, dripping with exhaustion as you felt every one of his muscles relax, his eyes fluttering to a close.

“Never, Peter.”

“Good,” his grip loosened, “I love you.” You tensed at the words, Peter already having slipped into unconsciousness. Peter and you had been best friends for four years, he still flushed whenever your hands so much as skimmed each other’s while you walked down the sidewalk together. Your fingers lightly continued to card through his hair as you fell asleep with a smile on your face.


You woke up to the sun peeping through your thin blue curtains, the New York cold becoming evident with the lack of the additional body heat next to you. “Peter?” You heard a soft “in the kitchen!” before you flung your legs off the side of your bed and padded your way to the bathroom to freshen up before making your way to the kitchen.

Your knees almost buckled at the sight in front of you. Peter stood at the kitchen entrance without his shirt, his hair a complete mess as he idly looked through his phone, occasionally bringing a cup of coffee to his lips. You shook your head at the sinful thoughts that overwhelmed you and started walking up to him. You had gone unnoticed until you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You laughed lightly as you felt his body tense and then relax under your touch. “It was cold without this morning.” He turned in your arms and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Sorry,” he laughed in return, “I had to use the bathroom, and then I decided to make some coffee. Want?” You shook your head no, burying your face further into his bare chest. Peter set his cup down on the counter next to you and wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “Want to head back to bed?” At your nod, he began to walk you backwards to the direction of your room. His hands dropped to your waist, helping you lay backwards on your bed, crawling on top of you as his hands supported his weight above you.

His head rested in the nape of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You smiled softly as you felt his lips peck you a few times, feather like kisses trailing from you neck to your jawline, only to rest on your cheek. The moment felt so intimate, it made you dizzy – the feeling almost making you forget Peter’s confession to you last night.

Almost.

“Peter?” You didn’t allow your voice to come out as more than a whisper, scared that you’d make him nervous with any other tone.

“Yes?” His breath fanned across your face, making your cheeks burn just the slightest.

“I love you, too,” you prepared for him to pull away from you, for him to at least tense above you, or for him to laugh, even… but, he didn’t. You felt the ghost of a smile against your cheek before you felt his lips against your skin again. He dragged his lips from your cheek to the corner of your mouth, pecking you there in the softest of ways. You breathing hitched as his face pulled away to look at yours, his eyes trailing along every detail of your face.

“Say it again,” he closed his eyes before taking a deep breath in, out, “please.”

You smiled, bringing your hands to rest on either side of his face, pulling him closer to you. “I love you.”

As soon as the words left you, it was almost as if he wanted to inhale them, wanting to hear you say you love him in every inch of his body. His lips landed on yours in a rushed kiss, filled with heavy breathing and soft sighs and wide smiles, almost making it impossible to kiss through it.

“I love you,” his kiss traveled across your face, earning small laughs from you, “so much.”

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Come Home (Newt Scamander x Reader)

The winner of the Newt Vs. Steve contest. Hope you enjoy!

He sat across from you at the kitchen table in your small London flat. You lazily stirred a spoon in your cold tea, watching as he eagerly read a letter from New York; more specifically, a girl from New York. Tina Goldstein to be exact.

You knew by the glimmer in his green eyes that he was going to leave, most likely due to her requesting his presence in America. You knew that she was beginning to take a spot in his heart that was supposed to be meant for only you, and you didn’t know how to accept that.

“You look happy,” you noted, setting your spoon on the table as Newt lowered the letter. A grin had formed on his face, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he sat back in his squeaky chair.

“I guess I am,” he beamed, his smile remained bright as his eyes found yours.

“Care to elaborate?” You questioned, leaning back in your own chair while crossing your arms over your chest.

“It looks like I’m returning to New York again!” He exclaimed gleefully. “Tina located a few Bowtruckles and wants me to take them in! I can’t put into words how excited I am to return; there was so much I wanted to do last time and-“

“Am I going with you?” You interrupted his wild speech after noticing that he was only mentioning things that he wanted to do. Newt’s grin faltered and he moved foward to grasp onto your hand; you allowed him to and watched him carefully.

“I don’t think it would be best,” he told you. He didn’t look the least bit bothered by the fact that you wouldn’t be joining him. “Tina is only expecting me, and I have to leave first thing in the morning, she even sent a ticket for the boat-”

“How considerate,” you snapped, pulling your hand out of his roughly. Newt looked shocked at your sudden action.

“This is a great opportunity, Y/N, don’t be mad at me,” he seethed, watching as you stood up to place your cup in the sink. You stood with your back to him when you began to speak again.

“I don’t understand how you can think I would be okay with you leaving me behind!” You said, voice shaking from anger. “I work with you and the creatures, Newt, this is my life! And suddenly you want to leave me behind?”

“You know that’s not true,” he protested, rising from his seat. “But I don’t always need you to be there; the creatures and I will be fine for a few weeks in New York without you!”

“I’m glad to hear that you don’t need me,” you stated, turning to face him with glassy eyes. He couldn’t feel any kind of remorse for bringing you to tears; there had once been a time where he would have been a mess at the sight of you crying.

“What do you want me to say? I’m perfectly capable of doing things without you! I’m getting the Bowtruckles and coming back here to you, Y/N.”

“Don’t you dare try to convince me that I’m not the one who has your heart anymore!” You yelled, voice cracking. Newt jumped, his jaw dropping slightly as his heart began to feel heavy. “You’re in love with someone else, Newt. She’s in New York, and I’m not her.”

“Y/N,” he sniffled, stepping towards you, his hand beginning to stretch out to you. You merely shook your head and stepped back.

“Go to New York, Newt,” you whispered, wiping at your eyes quickly before looking at him. He closed his eyes as he looked into your own, not able to handle the wall he could see being put up in you. The wall that would be used to keep him out, to push him away.

“I’m just confused, you know I love you-”

“If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have fallen for her,” you declared. “You are a pathetic excuse of a man, Newt Scamander.”

Newt sat across from Queenie in the kitchen of the apartment. Tina was at work, leaving the magizoologist alone with her sister.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Queenie began as she stirred her steaming coffee. “There are just some things that I can’t help but hear-”

“Please don’t read my mind,” he pleaded quietly in a hoarse voice.

Newt had returned to New York without you after making you promise to wait for him in London. He hadn’t realized how different life would be without you, though. There was more to do in the case. There was no one there to fix his hair after a night of falling asleep at his desk, but then again, there was no one there to make sure that he didn’t fall asleep at his desk.

“Your thoughts are kinda loud right now,” Queenie stated, looking down at her cup with a frown. “I just want to know what your intentions with my sister are.”

“I can assure you that my intentions are strictly platonic,” he rushed out nervously.

“Y/N didn’t seem to think so, did she?” Queenie inquired, her eyes flashing up to meet his with a hint of suspicion. She had always liked you and had admired your relationship with Newt; it hurt her to know that her sister was the reason you and Newt were fighting.

“You know what Y/N thought,” he snapped, beginning to feel upset. “She and I are going to work things out when I return to London, though. Everything will be okay for us.”

“Mr. Scamander, I know what happened between you and Tina,” Queenie sighed sadly. Newt’s leg hit the bottom of the table and he winced.

“It was a mistake,” he attempted to reassure her.

“Tina doesn’t think so. She doesn’t even know that you’re still with Y/N.”

“Well, I am still with Y/N,” he insisted, despite not knowing where your relationship stood.

It wouldn’t be until he returned to London that he found out.

“Let’s talk,” you stated as Newt entered the kitchen the morning after he returned from New York. You clutched a letter behind your back as you stood in front of the sink, watching as he stumbled wearily into a seat at the table.

“Would you like to start?” He questioned lowly, looking up at you as he played nervously with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Okay,” you breathed out, grasping tightly onto the letter. “How was New York?”

“It was fine,” he told you. “The new Bowtruckles are in the case and seem to like the others.”

“Did you see Jacob?”

“Yes, he and Queenie are getting very well acquainted again, I believe there will be a wedding soon,” he said with a small smile. “I always thought it would be us getting married first.”

“I… I don’t see a wedding in our future,” you whispered slowly, closing your eyes so you couldn’t watch the hurt fill his face.

“W-What?” He choked out, finding it hard to breathe as the weight of your words came crashing down over him. A tidal wave of what could have been. “Y/N, please don’t say that-”

“Tina sent me a letter,” you interrupted him, shakily holding the letter in front of your trembling body. You opened your eyes and found Newt shaking his head slightly, eyes filled with tears. “She wanted to make sure I was alright, you know, since we apparently we aren’t together anymore. She wanted to say sorry for her new relationship with you-”

“Give me that!” He exclaimed, jumping up from the table and bounding over to rip the letter from your hands.

“Step away from me right now,” you growled out, putting the letter behind your back. He began to speak before you cut him off. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say, this letter made it very clear that our relationship is done. I have my things packed, I should go.”

“No, Y/N, please,” he begged, falling to his knees and grabbing ahold of your legs as he cried. His head rested on your stomach, your shirt began to dampen from his tears as you attempted to pull away.

“Let go of me, Newt,” you demanded, pushing at his shoulders. He shook his head, looking up at you as he continued to cry.

“Stay, Y/N, please-”

“Let me go-”

“No, not until you-”

There was a loud slap, his head reeling to the side from the force of your hand against his cheek. His crying went silent as your hand stung, and finally, his arms dropped from your legs. You could tell that you had shook him down to his core, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you left the kitchen to gather your bags.

“Goodbye, Newt.”

A/N: Definitely thinking about a part two for a reunion at a little wedding in New York. Let me know what you guys think.

The Price Of Everything // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Six [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Shower Sex, Unprotected Sex, Hella Violence, Extreme Angst, Mitch Rapp Suffering, Very Illegal Endeavors, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 11,884

Song: One More Time by Jon Bellion (this song is fucking hilarious and a big middle finger to Rose’s dad)

A/N: Grab popcorn and some tissues ‘cuz y’all are in for one hell of a rollercoaster ride. This is my favorite chapter yet, I really love it. Special thanks to @mf-despair-queen​ for providing me with canon American Assassin information. Love ya, babe. Also, can’t wait for your reactions at the end lol I might get death threats.

The air stilled and you could feel the thick tension dancing on your skin. In that frozen second that we realized my father had heard it all, I see his eyes flicker from mine to Mitch’s. Never in my life had I ever seen so much hatred in a man who believed in nothing but pure love before. Other than that, his face is completely unreadable which made it really hard to expect his upcoming action. Something I never would have thought to see my father do — never in my life.

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Don’t Fight This, Don’t Fight Us- Harry Hook x Reader

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A/n I am going to try to finish up and couple more request today but I am not sure if I will be able to get to it. Thank you for all the request, feels great to get them.

Request/Summary: Can you please do an imagine of Harry Hook where Harry gets brought to Auradon and you are TinkerBells daughter but when u look into his eyes u guys fall in love & you go home to tell ur mom but she gets mad so you decide to avoid your feelings for Harry but he pushes it. You can chose ur ending if it doesn’t make sense (:

Warnings: None

“Thank you again for doing this y/n,” My best friend Ben whispered to me as the limo carrying the kids from the Isle pulled up. I gave him a small smile and nod.

“No problem,” I whispered back. The limo driver hopped out and opened the door. Out stepped a girl with teal hair, a boy with blonde hair, and another boy with brown hair. I looked them up and down and notice the hook the brown haired boy carried. That could only mean one thing.

He was Captain James Hook’s son.

The smile I had on my face fell slightly as I looked over to Ben.

“Hello guys, welcome to Auradon,” He said with a huge grin on his face. He must have sensed my discomfort as he looked over at me with a worried expression. I simply turned back to the three of them and made eye contact with Hooks son. All the fear I had felt from being around him went away when I looked into his beautiful eyes. He smirked at me and I immediately ripped my gaze away from his blushing. I looked at the other two kids and saw them staring at me, Ben noticed this too.

“This is Y/n Bell. She will be showing you guys around the school and answering any questions you have. Y/n This is Uma, Gil, and Harry,” Ben pointed to them when he said there names. I gave them all friendly smiles but quickly returned my attention to Ben as a guard came up and whispered something into Ben’s ear.

“I am sorry but I have to go but I am leaving you in good hands,” He said as he started walking off. I grabbed his hand and pulled him so our backs were facing the three.

“Ben you can’t leave me with them, I thought you were going to stay with us during the tour,” I said in a panicked tone. Ben laughed at me and patted my back.

“You will be fine, besides what could go wrong,” He asked as he left me behind with them. After a few seconds I turned around with a forced smile. I didn’t have a problem with them it was just that Harry kid made me want to melt when I looked at him.

“Well why don’t we start the tour,” I asked them with fake excitement. They all mumbled their agreement and we started the tour. As I walked them around the school Harry kept making flirty comments. Gil would laugh at them and Uma would scold him but would end up laughing. I would turn as red as the jacket he was wearing. After a long hour of being a blushing mess I finished the tour.

“That is pretty much it, if you guys have any questions then feel free to ask me. If you can’t find me I am sure someone else will happily answer them,” I finished feeling slightly relieved. I watched as Uma and Gil walked away to their dorms but Harry stayed behind.

“So, you’re a Bell,” He asked me. I nodded my head.

“I hope you don’t have anything against me because of my father,” He said after a while.

“You’re not your father, I don’t have anything to hold against you,” I told him. That made him smile.

“I like you lass, do you want to go out sometime,” He asked me with no trace of fear. 

“L-Like a d-date,” I stuttered out, shocked that he would want to go on a date with Tinker Bells daughter.

“Yeah, a date,” He said a little uneasy. I smiled at him.

“Sure, why not. I have to be going though, my mom is expecting me. Just tell me tomorrow when you want to go,” I told him as I turned to leave.

~At Your House~

“I will not let you see that boy,” My mom yelled at me. We had been arguing for hours just because I wanted to go on a date with Harry.

“Mom he is not his father, why can’t you just let me be happy,” I screamed back.

“Honey, I want you to be happy. That is why you shouldn’t be with that Hook boy. He is bad news,” She said in a tad bit quieter tone.

“Mom you don’t even know him,” I shot back.

“You are never going to talk to that boy again and that is final. Do you understand me,” She snapped back. 

“Yes ma’am,” I mumbled back stomping up to my room. It wasn’t fair, if I liked the boy then why couldn’t I go on a date with him. It’s not like I was marrying him. What was the harm in it? I mean he wasn’t like his father was he was he? He lived on the Isle though which means he is a villain and I have heard some rumors about him before he even got here. Maybe my mom was right, I just need to push my feelings aside and everything will be fine. I soon fell into a deep sleep thinking about Harry.


I walked down the halls of Auradon when I spotted Harry. When he saw me a huge grin spread across his face and he waved at me. I quickly turned around and walked the other way. I felt horrible for doing it but I had too. It was for the best. I quickly walked to my first block class, having to take the longer route so I wouldn’t have to walk passed Harry.


I had successfully avoided Harry all day. He had tried to talk to me but when every he did I would make up an excuse as to why I couldn’t talk or just act like I didn’t hear him. It was the end of the day and I was walking with Ben.

“I just don’t get why you are avoiding him. I know you like him,” He said as we walked.

“Ben you know that my mom doesn’t want me talking to him. Plus he is no good, I mean you have heard the rumors about him,” I tried to reason with him.

“Yes but as you said they are rumors. That doesn’t mean they are true. Oh look who is coming,” Ben stated with a smug smile. I quickly turned to him with a look of panic.

“Well I should be going,” He said as he turned to go. i quickly grabbed his arm making him stop.

“You can’t leave me with him. I will do anything,” I begged him which only caused him to laugh.

“Sorry but I things to do. You’ll thank me later,” He laughed out as he walked away leaving me behind with a sour look on my face.

“Hey,” I heard Harry nervously say.

“Hi Harry,” I said back with no emotion. I practically could feel the uneasiness radiating off his body.

“Why have you been avoiding me,” He asked.

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” I quickly denied.

“Then why is it everytime I call your name you turn away from me and walk away or when I actually get to talk to you, you come up with a reason to leave,” He questioned me.

“I just don’t want to talk to you,” I bitterly stated. It came out way colder than I intended but it was easier this way.

“What do you mean you don’t want to talk to me? You can’t tell me you feel nothing for me,” His voice was full of hurt. I stayed silent, knowing my voice would betray me. He took a few steps forward but I stepped back and help my hands out infront of me.

“Harry please,” I stammered out. Even though I wanted to hug him and tell him I was sorry but I couldn’t. 

“We just won’t work out if we did start dating so what is the point?”

“How do you know that? Y/n we could make it work, don’t fight this. Don’t fight us,” He pleaded. 

“Harry,” I sighed out.

“Please, just give it a chance. I may not know much about love but I know whatever I feel when I am around you is more than a friendly feel,” He said as he caressed my cheek with his hook.

“I want to, I really do but I just can’t. My mom-,” I started but got cut-off by him.

“Your mom doesn’t control your like y/n. You get to chose who you spend it with,” He said. He was right, she couldn’t decided who I wanted to be with. That was all up to me. 

“You’re right, she doesn’t control how I feel. Harry, I want to give this a chance,” I said with a smile. He returned the smile and pulled me into a hug.

“You won’t regret this Y/n.”

A/n I am sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. I don’t know how I feel about this one but I hope you kind of liked it.