Note: thank you so much for the request, darlin! it took me a while to write this because every time I’d finish it and read it, I didn’t like how it turned out. I’m sorry if it’s too short, but I hope you enjoy it! feedback is always welcome! I love reading comments! .c
I was thinking something along the lines that the reader and Seb had been dating for ages but she struggles with her self esteem, he goes to the gym to work out and it gets posted on his friend Instagram account of him working out with all the other women as well she see it and gets really down and tries to end things with him cause she doesn’t think she’s good enough and he comes home to her packing and tells her how much he loves her and how pretty she is and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense - @melconnor2007
You woke up to your phone vibrating on the bedside table in your shared bedroom, the sun shining through your closed curtains. You groaned and turned on your other side, letting your eyes open as you grabbed your phone. It was a notification from Don Saladino, Sebastian’s gym trainer.
You turned onto your back and went to the live video, smiling as some people noticed you were watching. Greeting comments poured in, and so did the perverted ones. Though as your eyes left the comments and landed on a girl doing squats and Sebastian watching, your stomach sank.
“Notice how she’s not bending forward too much, Seb.” Don said behind the camera. So, he’s only watching to get tips. You sighed and shrugged it off but you couldn’t ignore the comments that were now scrolling up the screen. Well, you could simply swipe the comment section away, but you were hooked.
Everyone was either commenting about your figure or how great you’d look if you toned up. Suddenly, it felt wrong to be lying in bed at 9am, no matter how late you were at work last night. You felt sluggish and lazy, uncomfortable in the little clothing you had on.
You’ve always had self esteem issues, but this tops it off. Tears formed in your eyes as you watched Sebastian continue watching the girl, and you quickly left the live video. You sat for a moment, thinking about how Sebastian would love it if he had a relationship where he could go to the gym together. Another sort of bonding tradition perhaps.
The longer you thought about it, the harsher the thoughts became. Getting out of bed, you made your way to your dresser to grab a change of clothes and went to the bathroom. You felt odd in your own skin, more so now than ever. Every flaw screamed at you as your feet carried you.
The brush of your thighs, your stomach against the soft material of Sebastian’s shirt, your arms holding your clothes against you.
You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and turned to face it. You lifted the shirt up, revealing your tummy. Your hands pinched at the skin one time and you had to look away. Your lip trembled as you took the shirt off and stepped into the shower, hoping it’ll help.
Dating someone like Sebastian for so long, it wasn’t easy. When he was in the spotlight, so were you. He took you to events with him, he’d bring you to movie sets, and would introduce to his friends and coworkers. You loved that, you really did. It was nice to see the positive comments, but you still felt bad about yourself, and the negative comments that you’d see just made it worse.
You got out of the shower as quickly as you got in, and took your time getting ready. You dried your hair and slid on a new pair of clothes, all the while trying to keep your tears in. But you couldn’t. It was impossible at this point. It was silly, almost.
Before too long, you were questioning if you should stay here. It was wrong to think like that, but you felt as though Sebastian would be happier with someone who shared everything with him.
A sob fell from your lips and you inhaled unsteadily; you were really doing this. You grabbed your phone and saw you had a few texts from Sebastian. He was on his way home and you knew you needed to leave before he arrived. He didn’t need someone like you dragging him down with their insecurities.
Grabbing your suitcase out of your walk-in closet, you cried as you packed your things. You stuffed your clothes in and fumbled with the zipper, finally zipping it up. Your thoughts were so loud, you couldn’t hear the door open and the footsteps climbing up the staircase.
Just as you picked your suitcase off the bed, you turned to see Sebastian walk into the door, his eyes on his phone.
“Babe? I was thinking we could go out to-” His eyes lifted and his smile faded as he took in your appearance. Your eyes were watery, cheeks wet, and your shoulders were slumped. His heart sank at the sight of your suitcase in your hand. His breathing picked up and he tried to make sense of what was happening.
“Y/N.” He gulped, feeling a lump form in his throat. He rushed over to you and dropped his phone on the bed before grasping your face in his large hands. “What’s wrong? Wh-why are you holding your suitcase?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows, his blue eyes forming their own worried tears.
You could feel his fingertips tremble against your skin as you pulled out of his hold. “I need to go.” You managed to choke out, brushing past him. “No! Please, Y/N, tell me!” He desperately grabbed onto your wrist and pulled your suitcase out of your hand.
You crossed your arms over your chest, sinking into yourself, avoiding his heartbroken stare. “Sebastian, I’m not…I don’t feel good enough for you. I’m sorry, I-I can’t look how you want me to.” You whispered, keeping your eyes on his shoes. He set the suitcase down and walked over to you, brushing your hair behind your ear.
Your eyes closed at the movement and you sighed. “It’s stupid, I just..” Sebastian lightly shushed you, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “Y/N, you have no idea how beautiful you are. I love everything about you, don’t you know that?” He questioned, a small tear falling from his eye.
He pulled you in for a hug as soon as he saw your face contort with emotions. He walked you over to the mirror standing up near the window and turned you around to face it. You felt his hands rest on your hips and you looked away, not wanting to look at yourself.
“Y/N, please.” He urged quietly, letting his hands move underneath your shirt. You kept your arms at your sides while you watched the material lift upward, resting just underneath the band of your bra. Sebastian’s left hand rubbed against your skin and goosebumps rose instantly.
“I love your tummy. One day, it’ll hold a precious child-our child.” A small smile formed on his lips as you looked up at his reflection. You felt your tummy flip from butterflies breaking out of their cage, fluttering their wings and floating around.
You let him pull your shirt over your head and he grasped your wrists when you held your arms over your chest. “Don’t hide from me, beautiful.” His breath was warm against your ear and you nodded gently, allowing him to pull your arms away.
Sebastian’s hands followed your figure against your sides, his hands coming up to your breasts, ghosting his fingertips along the plump flesh. “I don’t even need to say anything.” He smirked, pulling a small watery laugh from you, causing some of the heaviness in the air to disappear.
His eyes met yours in the mirror as his hands traveled to the button of your jeans. He slowly pulled them down after unzipping them, and you looked at your thighs with disgust. Sebastian noticed but continued.
A nervous sigh fell from your lips, scared that he’d suddenly see the horrible flaws you’ve always seen, but it never came. He pressed loving kisses down your back, letting his tongue poke out every so often. His hands rubbed up and down your thighs, then all the way down to your ankles, helping you step out of your pants.
Your cheeks burned red as you felt him press kisses all along your panty clothed ass, the stubble of his beard scratching you lightly. “Everything,” you felt his hand slip between your thighs, just barely ghosting against your private area-nearly pulling a gasp from you, “absolutely everything,” he rose to his feet slowly, dragging his hands upward as he went, “I mean, everything about you is absolutely beautiful.” His lips kissed along your shoulder.
The sun peeked in through the curtains, casting a gorgeous glow on your skin. It caught you by surprise as you saw yourself in an almost new light. “Look at how radiant you are, princess.” Sebastian mumbled, not even believing his eyes as he looked at his girl glowing like an angel right before him.
Your emotions got the better of you as you turned in his hold, resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around him. He let his eyes travel along your body from behind, blown away at just how amazing you were inside and out; he knew he found his soulmate.
“Y/N, don’t apologize. Just remember that you’re more than enough for me. Hell, I’m in love with you, baby doll.” He said, holding you even tighter. Your heart swelled in your chest and you pressed kisses against his shirt. “I love you so much.” Sebastian smiled and lifted your head up by your chin with his finger, his blue eyes staring into yours.
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Pairing: Archie x
reunions never end well.
Warnings: I cried
while writing this
Word count: 1,536
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(Y/N) obliviously stood at the counter in Pop’s, unaware of
three sets of unwavering eyes staring at her.
“Should we… say something?” Betty suggested, but
she didn’t shift her gaze from (Y/N).
“I don’t know,” Veronica breathed. "I probably shouldn’t since she has no
idea who I am.“
"I’ll do it,” Jughead stated. Before Veronica or Betty could acknowledge
what he said, Jughead had stood up and began to walk towards (Y/N). The two girls shared a tentative glance. "Long time no see, (Y/N),“ Jughead
said from behind her. She whirled
"Jughead,” she acknowledged him, her lips forming
an awkward smile. "It’s… nice to
"God it’s been so long,” Jughead sighed, stepping
closer to (Y/N). She tried to
inconspicuously edge away.
“Yeah,” she nodded and pursed her lips. Jughead was taken aback by her cold behavior.
“Does anyone else know you’re here?” he
questioned. (Y/N) shook her head.
“Nope,” she answered simply, “just you.”
“And Betty,” Jughead added, gesturing back to
where Veronica and Betty were sitting. When
they noticed (Y/N) was looking at them, they smiled and waved. (Y/N)’s focus
turned back to Jughead.
“Who’s that with her?” she asked.
“Veronica,” he explained, “she moved here at
the beginning of the year.”
“That’s nice,” another awkward smile formed on her
lips. Suddenly, a waiter brought out a
bag of food. (Y/N) grabbed the bag and
quickly paid. "Well, I’ve gotta get
going. It’s been nice seeing you again, Jughead.“ She started to exit the diner, but Jughead
quickly snatched her wrist.
"Wait!” he said, earning a questioning look from
her. "What about Archie?“
"What about Archie?” (Y/N) innocently repeated. Jughead rolled his eyes.
“You know,” he responded, “are you going to
tell him you’re back?”
“Why should I?” (Y/N) scoffed.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because he’s fucking smitten
with you and has been heartbroken for the past two years. And if I’m not mistaken, you were pretty
smitten yourself before you moved.” (Y/N) bit her lip as she shook her
“If he loved me, he would’ve called,” she rolled
“What happened to you?” Jughead asked, scanning
her face. (Y/N) snapped her wrist out of
“Nothing happened, Jughead.”
“There’s another thing,” he noted. "Since when have you called me
"My food is getting cold,” she made up an excuse.
“Archie said you changed your number.” The sentence knocked the wind out of (Y/N), so
she stood in silence as she stared at Jughead.
“I changed it,” she finally admitted it. “But
that was a few months after I left.”
“Why?” he inquired.
“Because he didn’t call me,” she sighed. "Even when I called him, he wouldn’t
answer.“ Jughead furrowed his
eyebrows. (Y/N) shook her head as she
left the diner.
She called over her shoulder, "Don’t tell Archie I’m
“She expects you to not tell him?” Veronica questioned the
next day at school. Jughead shrugged.
“But I get it, you know?” Betty responded. “She wants to be the one to tell him she’s
back, not have someone do it on her behalf.”
“If she tells him,” Veronica reminded her.
“Listen, just… don’t tell him, okay?” Jughead told
Veronica. “I told (Y/N) I wouldn’t, and
I don’t want to upset her. She seemed
kinda off yesterday.”
“So she’s not normally like that?” Veronica questioned with
a hint of sarcasm. Jughead rolled his
“Not when I knew her.”
“Okay, so (Y/N)’s gotta have some flaws, right?” Veronica
asked Archie as she sat across from him in the lounge. He narrowed his eyes.
“What?” he confusedly mumbled. “Why are you asking about (Y/N)?”
“Well, Archiekins,” Veronica bit her lip, “you’ve seemed
more down ever since Jughead’s party. I
figured it was something having to do with (Y/N). I’m asking you about her flaws because right
now, it seems like you’re kind of glorifying her in your memories, you
know? Since she hasn’t been around, you
only want to remember the good parts of her.”
“I don’t know,” Archie waved off her suggestion. “I really don’t want to talk about her.”
“But you have to,” Veronica immediately replied. “Betty, Jughead, and Kevin told me about her
and how you absolutely refused to mention her after she moved.”
“It’s a coping method,” he defended himself. She shook her head.
“Veronica, stop!” Archie yelled, exasperatedly throwing his
hands up in the air. “You know why I can’t
tell you any of (Y/N)’s flaws? Because I
love her. And when you love someone,
when you truly love someone, their flaws aren’t something you notice. Their flaws are just another cute quirk that
you adore, and I love everything there is about (Y/N).” A smile creeped onto Veronica’s face, causing
Archie to twist his face into a puzzled expression. “What?”
“You love her,”
she grinned, but Archie remained confused.
“You love her, Archiekins. Not
loved, love.” Archie rolled his eyes,
but it didn’t hide his growing smile.
Veronica stood up, brushing down her pencil skirt. “My job here is done. Keep an eye on your phone, Archiekins. I’m gonna send you a very important message
An extremely confused Archie walked into Pop’s, and he
continued to double check the text that Veronica sent him:
Go to Pop’s
tonight. Trust me.
She said nothing about meeting her there, nor did she
mention anything about what he was supposed to do at the diner. He scanned the area, searching for a familiar
face. His eyes landed on a face that was
more familiar than he expected.
“(Y/N)?” he whispered, staring at the girl sitting all alone
in a booth. She, having not heard Archie’s
murmur, continued to stare at her phone.
“(Y/N)!” Archie said it louder
this time, and (Y/N)’s head snapped up.
Her eyes doubled in size as she stared at her old childhood friend. Slowly, she stood up and began to walk
“Archie?” she asked, stepping closer to him with an
unreadable expression on her face. He
grinned and nodded.
“Oh god, (Y/N), I thought I’d never see you again. I thought that-” A sharp slap across his face
interrupted him. Archie’s mouth opened
slightly ajar as he stared at (Y/N), subdued into shock.
“Fuck you, Archie,” she spat. Archie noticed tears glimmering in her
eyes. “No calls, no texts, no emails,
nothing! Absolutely nothing!”
“And you act like you’re the victim,” she interrupted him,
refusing to grant him the chance to defend himself. “You told Jughead and Betty that I changed my
number? And you didn’t mention that I
called you countless times, only for you to never answer.”
“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he apologized, slowly grabbing her
hands. She didn’t tear them away from
his grip, but Archie could feel her muscles tense. “You know why I didn’t answer your calls? Because it hurt. It hurt because I thought I’d never see you
again, and I thought that if I heard your voice, it would just make the pain
worse. I thought that maybe if I didn’t
talk to you, if I pretended like you never existed, then maybe I could move on.”
“You think it didn’t hurt me?” (Y/N) questioned, her voice
cracking as she held back her tears. “You
think it didn’t hurt every time I called my best friend but never got an
answer? You think it didn’t hurt when I
was alone with my parents in a big city with no one to turn to? You think it didn’t hurt when I couldn’t call
for help when I needed it?” Her voice
gradually raised as she spoke. Archie
released (Y/N)’s hands, and instead, he opted to cup her face. He leaned in and did something he had been
dying to do for the past four years: he kissed her. Archie tried to pour every ounce of love he
had for (Y/N) into the kiss, he tried to tell her the things he was unable to
say. However, (Y/N) pulled away. She took a step away from Archie as she
frowned at him, her tears finally stumbling down her face.
“Why did you do that?” she cried softly.
“Because I love you,” Archie desperately answered. He attempted to reach out towards her and
hold her in his arms, but (Y/N) stepped further away. “I love you, and I have always loved
you. I never got the chance to tell you.”
“You can’t do that to me,” she tried to wipe away her tears,
but they were flowing too quickly. “You can’t
just barge in here and confess your love after you completely ignored me!”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), it was stupid and selfish of me, but-”
“But nothing!” she stopped his apology. (Y/N) brushed past Archie as she began to
storm out of the diner, but before she could exit, Archie grabbed her wrist,
forcing her to turn around.
“One thing, (Y/N).
Can you please just answer one question for me?” he begged. (Y/N) pursed her lips but nodded. “Do you love me?”
“Archie, you can’t just-”
“Please, (Y/N),” his voice was meek and desperate. She sighed, but slowly nodded.
“Of course,” she whispered.
She gently wriggled her hand out of his grasp and exited the diner,
leaving a heartbroken Archie behind.
I sat at
Pop’s diner in my usual booth, drinking a milkshake as I typed away at my
laptop. When I heard someone sit down in front of me, I looked up for a second,
and saw that it was Archie.
was kind of disappointed it wasn’t Y/N, I greeted the red haired boy with a,
“Hey,” and continued typing.
are you gonna admit that you’re totally in love with Y/N?” I heard Archie ask.
I rolled my
eyes and replied, “I’m not in love with her, we’re friends, and she’s helping
me with Jason’s case.”
I was about
to continue typing when Archie said, “You’re so full of shit.”
I closed my
eyes took in a deep breath and shut my laptop, giving Archie my full attention
as I couldn’t concentrate on writing anything at the moment, “And what makes
you think that?”
“Well for one, whenever you aren’t on that thing, you’re with her,” I give him
a blank stare, but he continues, “You practically stare at her all the time,
you’re the only one who laughs at her terrible puns, she’s the only one you’ll
share food with and not to mention, when she smiles it looks like you’re about
to explode with sunshine and rainbows. Which never happens. Ever.”
but as if I’m gonna admit that; and as much as he’s right, I honestly see no
point in admitting anything if it will just ruin my friendship with her. She
can’t possibly reciprocate the feelings, as if she would. I’d just rather not
get myself hurt. People need to get off my case.
I gave an
amused smile at his words, “I’m not in love with her, and you know that I think
relationships are stupid, one of us, or both, would get hurt in the end and
it’s not worth taking that risk,” Archie laughed at that, “What’s so funny?”
in denial, read my lips, you’re in love!” Archie said mockingly slow, “Say it!”
I looked up to see Y/N standing at the table smiling at me.
skips a beat and I smiled a little, “Nothing, just Archie being stupid as
and slides in next to me in the booth, “Isn’t he always being stupid to you?”
and looked to Archie and saw him shaking his head at me with a knowing smile,
“Yeah, pretty much,” I replied.
spoke up, “Well, I have some music writing to do, so I’m gonna go do that and
leave you two alone, see ya’,” He said and got up and left.
after him, eyebrow raised in confusion, “That was weird.”
her eyes at me, “Mhm,” she changed the subject, “So what was he trying to get
you to say before I arrived?”
I panicked a
little bit, “Uh, just something stupid, doesn’t matter.”
at me suspiciously but didn’t question it, “Alright, um anyways, I came to ask
you, um,” she hesitated a little bit, but recovered, smiling, “Would you like
to come to the dance with me?”
I blinked a
couple of times out of surprise, but before I could give a reply she said,
“Sorry, you don’t have to say yes, just thought I’d ask cause I don’t know if I
would go with anyone else.”
I shook my
head, “Of course I’ll go with you, why would I say no?”
and gave me a hug, I hugged her back, “Well, I’ll leave you to your writing,”
she said, about to get up.
her hand to stop her, “You can stay, I don’t mind.”
I saw her
look down at our hands and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, she looked back
up and smiled, “Okay.”
I still won’t
say it out loud, but damn am I in love with her.
Sorry to hear you have that! I hope you enjoy the fic.
Breakfast was one of the most enjoyable times for the paladins. Exhaustion from training was yet to come, so Hunk always made something delicious to have relaxed conversations over before the day began. One particular morning, however, Lance couldn’t help but pick at his food silently, wincing at the harsh meal hall lighting. Fear pricked at the back of his mind, but he pushed it away; there was no way he was going to be fussed over and be the weak link again.
“Is something wrong, buddy?” Hunk asked. Lance jumped and shook his head, pushing his plate away. “No no no no no, I’m great,” he said with a giant smile. He earned a weird look from his friend, but Shiro stood before Hunk could investigate further. “Alright team, let’s head to training.” A series of groans met his words, and as they filed out, no one noticed Lance briefly massaging his temples and shutting his eyes.
Dan is trying to avoid a much too friendly Phil. But when Phil accidentally offends Dan, he tries to make it up to him, much to Dan’s shock and horror. Through Dan’s confusion, things get heated.
“Dan? Where’d you go?”
I cursed under my breath, ducking into the first doorway I came across. A guest room, by the looks of it. What kind of excuse could I even use in here? I mean, besides… Those ones. I’d really rather not use those ones.
“Are you down here?”
Frantically, I clambered onto the bed, pulling out my phone in a last ditch effort to look casual as Phil Lester appeared in the doorway. Immediately upon spotting me, his face broke into a bright smile. I scowled.
“Hey! I’ve been looking for you!” He grinned, walking over and inviting himself into the bed. “Whatcha doing in here?”
Avoiding your stupidly bright personality, you oblivious idiot. But of course, I didn’t say that. “Welding,” I muttered instead, opening Tumblr in search of something to distract myself with. He leaned over my shoulder, uncomfortably close to me as he scanned my phone screen.
A porn clip appeared on my dash, and I scrolled past it as fast as I could. The only thing more awkward than trying to avoid the friendliest guy in school at the biggest party of the year? Watching two guys masturbate with said annoyingly friendly guy. It was a few more seconds before either of us spoke, the silence going on unusually long compared to Phil’s usual insistent attempts to befriend me.
“Have you ever done that before?” His voice made me jump, and I nearly dropped my phone. Turning to him with a confused look, I was met with a curious little smile.
“What?” I questioned, genuinely confused as to what he was going on about. We hadn’t even been talking! Was he asking if I’d ever welded? Can’t he pick up on sarcasm??
Phil took my phone, and scrolled up until he came to the masturbating couple again. He turned the phone back to me, tilting his head and silently repeating the question. I gaped at him, in a state of shock. Did he just-
Some kind of inhuman shriek clawed it’s way up my throat, and I shoved him away from me. I was aware of my phone clattering to the floor, but honestly, I was too mortified to care. “Lester! You… You can’t just ask someone if they’ve ever masturbated with someone else!” He just grinned, falling back against the pillows and shrugging.
“Why not? I’ve done it, heck, I’ve even gone further than that,” It was the way he said it, like it was a comment about the weather, or something completely natural to share with random people. I glared at him.
“No, I haven’t. And I don’t wanna know how many people's genitals you’ve had up your butt.” Phil blinked, staring at me for a second, and for once I thought I’d managed to stun him to silence. Then he dissolved into laughter.
It wasn’t a giggle, either. He was clutching at his sides, gasping for breath as his fit of mirth wracked his frame. Feeling mocked, I scowled at the blankets, making to get off of the bed and go find somewhere else to hide. A shaky hand grabbed my arm before I could get very far.
“Wait,” He gasped, trying to pull himself together. “Wasn’t laughing at you! Just… The way you said it, oh my god, you’re such a virgin!”
Crossing my arms grumpily, I shot an unimpressed look his way. At this rate, my face might never look cheerful again. “That doesn’t make me feel better,” I snapped. He knows I’m not social. “Some people have less of a selection to pick from, in case you couldn’t tell from your ignorant joy bubble.”
His expression sobered immediately. “Dan, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, I promise!” I refused to look at him, choosing instead to point my already dissolving pout at the bed. Stupid apologetic face, he makes it nearly impossible to just keep being mad.
Unbeknownst to me, Phil was intent on getting me to forgive him. I found myself falling backwards, his body hovering over mine, held up by his arms on either side of my head. “Lemme make it up to you!” He insisted. My eyes widened, and I spewed out a stream of protests and stuttered questions that I’m sure nobody could’ve understood. He nudged my chin with his nose. “Please?”
I closed my eyes, deciding that I’d rather not see Phil that close. I expected him to move back, or speak, or even hug me like the weird sap he was.
I did not expect him to press his lips to mine.
I went still, suddenly realizing what closed eyes at that proximity means to most people. His warm, slightly chapped lips were moving gently over mine, and I felt his fingers cup my cheek. What do I do ohmygod. Phil is kissing me. My disgustingly nice classmate is kissing me, as some kind of apology?
Out of pure shock and my inability to think up a better solution, I found myself kissing him back. My movements were much less enthusiastic, but it seemed to egg him on anyways. This is not acceptable… There’s no way this is happening! I opened my mouth to speak, not thinking about what the consequences might be.
Something hot and wet slipped between my lips, brushing through my mouth and twisting with my tongue. Phil’s tongue… I wanted to say that it was disgusting, but the way he searched my mouth was causing most of my blood to begin moving south, no matter how hard I tried not to let it. My focus was slipping.
I let out a startled squeak as Phil gripped my waist, flipping us over so that I was straddling his hips. It was suddenly dreadfully obvious me how this was affecting him, because I could feel him pressing up under my body.
He groaned softly, wasting no time in fisting my shirt between his fingers and pulling me back down for another kiss. Except… He didn’t kiss me immediately.
My eyes widened as Phil nibbled on my bottom lip, staring up without shame. Oh. I whimpered weakly. Those stupidly blue eyes… Pulling my bottom lip out, he released it and watched with a self-satisfied smile as it pinged back into place. I was tempted to wipe that grin from his face with an insult, but he swept in to connect our lips again before I could.
This time was a rougher kiss, full of bitten lips and clashing tongues. You hate him! What are you doing? It was so wrong, but I couldn’t help the small noises his expert mouth pulled from my throat each time he pressed in a bit closer. I was kissing him back with equal force now because I couldn’t think about anything else except how easily his lips dominated mine.
“You’re such a bottom…” He giggled, moving to nip at my throat. I had to grit my teeth to hold in a whine as he bit at my neck. I was hyper aware of how hard I was, pressing down against his hips, and it was all Phil Lester’s stupid fault.
“Shut. Up.” I managed, gathering the strength to push his head away from my weak spot. “You are the worst, most annoying person I have ever m-” Phil clamped his hand over my mouth, effectively cutting off my words.
He rolled his eyes. “I think I like you better when you’re whimpering and gasping for breath.” Heat flooded over my cheeks. In an attempt to get his hand off of my mouth, I assaulted it with my tongue.
He did pull it away, slowly, looking over the sheen of spit that now coated his palm. Then he looked back to me, reaching over to play with the button on my jeans. “I think I know what will shut you up…”
I squeaked in surprise as he undid them, tugging them off fairly easily before doing the same with my underwear. “Wait, I don’t-” I was cut off again when Phil’s wet hand wrapped around my length. A breathy moan was ripped from my throat.
“Le-ester… I-Is this some k-k-kind of messed up ap-pology?!” I stuttered out, bucking up against his hand. He simply rolled his eyes and pressed his lips to my ear.
“The first kiss was, now it’s just because you’re hot. And it’s Phil.”
Grasping desperately at a chance to annoy him, I forced myself to ignore my blush and how good it felt to have him talking against my skin. “N-no.”
He paused, tightening his grip around my base, and causing me to gasp. “Did you say… No?” Something in the tone of his voice made me want to apologize, although I wasn’t quite sure why.
“I…” Swallowing, I forced myself to spit the words out. “Yes.. that’s what I said.” The next few seconds happened so fast. Phil’s hands disappeared from where I wanted them, instead catching my wrists and holding them to my thighs. This kept my legs in place too, and I suddenly found myself unable to gain any friction.
“Lester!” I intended it to be more of a growl, but my voice was suddenly high pitched and needy as I realized how helpless I was. What’s happening to me? Suddenly I’m so… Not in charge.
“What was that?” Phil’s voice was low. More commanding in a way that left me whimpering and shifting on his lap. I felt instantly ashamed, like I’d disappointed Phil. Which I shouldn’t care about!
“Do I need to punish you? You’re not being very good…” He looked me over. Phil, despite being underneath me, was very intimidating. In a dominant way. Which I couldn’t bring myself to hate.
I squirmed under his intense gaze, panting and trying to reel in my thoughts enough to speak. “Please, just… I need…” Helplessly, I rolled my hips up and pleaded with my eyes. He smacked my thigh, reprimanding me.
My self control shattered. “Please, Phil! Sir.. I’ll be good!” I pleaded, loud and high-pitched. He released my hands, pulling me down into a bruising kiss that quite clearly showed how he felt about sir.
“I’ll make you feel good now, okay?” He mumbled against my lips. I could only manage a weak mewl in response as his hand slid up my thigh to wrap around me again. His eyes were so much darker now, sparking some kind of instinct to make him just as desperate as I was.
Relaxing into his touch, I assumed the most helpless position I could; spreading my legs to expose myself, dreadfully hard and leaking against my stomach, and looking down at him through my eyelashes. “Want you to make me come, Daddy,”
He stopped abruptly, a surprised yet predatory sound bubbling up from the back of his throat. “What… What did you-”
“Want you to feel good too.” I added, grinding down against his bulge as innocently as I could. He choked out a gasp, closing his eyes in an attempt to hold himself together. I pouted. That’s not what I wanted. Leaning down so that my mouth hovered above his, I whispered again. “Wanna feel you claim me, Daddy. Wanna come so hard I scream your name, let everyone know who I belong to.”
“Y-yeah?” I shivered at the hoarse tone of his voice, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He moaned, bringing a hand up to the back of my head and kissing me properly. His mouth effortlessly dominated mine, distracting me completely until a something cold and slicked pressed against my hole.
I jumped involuntarily, only helping to force the digit further past my rim when I landed. It felt… Weird. I experimentally rolled my hips back, trying to adjust to the intrusion, forgetting that I was being watched very carefully. Then I lifted my body up a bit and dropped down. Immediately heat shot up my spine, driving me to repeat the action until I was bouncing and moaning uncontrollably. Brought out of my daze by a gruff curse, Phil pressed another finger into me.
“That’s so hot,” he mumbled, curling his fingers so that they brushed a spot that made me jerk. “Your pretty little hole was just made for my fingers.” I couldn’t control my breathing, the intense electricity coursing through my veins was too distracting.
“Wh-nng… Where’d you g-get the lube?”
“The pocket of my jeans,” He smirked, and I blushed so hard that the room seemed to get a few degrees hotter. Phil’s fingers were still moving, and he pushed another one in slowly while I was distracted so that a weak mewl escaped my lips. “Bet you love this, letting me see how vulnerable you are, riding back on my fingers like that.”
He was right. It was exhilarating, knowing that he could see just how worked up I was. I could feel the wave building, threatening to crash down any second now. Letting my eyes flutter shut, I slowed my movements from a frenzy to a slow burn, getting closer, closer-
Phil pulled his fingers away, once again pinning my wrists so that I couldn’t move. I wanted to scream, or cry, or anything that would show how sexually frustrated I was feeling.
“Please… Daddy, please, please..” He tugged me down into another kiss, but this one was gentle and sweet as he moved me up to sit on his stomach instead of his hips. I was vaguely aware of some fumbling on his part, as well as a couple groans, but I was far too invested in rambling constant pleads against his lips. Abruptly, he broke away, instead moving to pant against my neck as the wet sound of skin on skin picked up from behind me.
The hypersensitive skin jumped to life under his heavy breathing, somehow turning me on even more than I already was. Which was ridiculous, considering that I was almost at my breaking point. Phil, always one step ahead of me, gave a quiet noise of pleasure as his other hand snuck back to my length.
“I wish… Wish I could just have m-my way with you here,” He gasped, twisting his hand in a way that made me choke on my own breathing. It was a few seconds before his words registered, my comprehensive skills sluggish from his touch. The coil of heat in my stomach tightened as I considered various images flashing through my mind.
“Do it,” I whimpered, bucking my hips forwards into his fist. He simply groaned and sped up his hands, pushing me towards my climax as fast as he could.
“Not now… Gotta be special for your first time,” He rambled weakly. I was about to protest, even beg if it came to it, when Phil simultaneously sucked the skin on the side of my neck into his mouth and slid his thumb through my slit.
I came with a mewl, spilling over his fingers, a constant stream of Daddy and Phil bursting from my lips. Sometime during when I was coming down from my high, my lower back was painted with streaks of white as Phil fell over the edge after me. Once my haziness had cleared, I was assaulted with overstimulation due to the fingers which were still working over me just as feverishly as before.
“N-n-no… Hnng- too much! T-too mu-uch…” I writhed in discomfort. Phil watched with a fascinated look for a few more seconds before he finally withdrew his fingers and let me collapse on top of him.
“Hot,” He whispered to himself, and I couldn’t help but blush. My eyelids felt heavy, my energy spent, and I hummed gratefully when he pulled a blanket up to cover our bodies. Pressing a tentative kiss to my forehead, he spoke again. “How was that? Okay?”
“I don’t think anything is supposed to feel that good. You’ve ruined sex forever, I bet.” I grumbled. “Why do you have to be so annoying, and hot. God, you make me wanna become a camboy just so I can watch you watch me tease myself.”
I didn’t even realize what my exhausted mind had said until Phil chuckled, pulling my body flush against his in a tight embrace. “You’d be into that?”
I was going to die of embarrassment, I was sure. “I… Maybe, I don’t know?” I squeaked. He rubbed comforting circles into my hips, likely noticing how mortified I felt.
“Mm… Kinky. Not sure if I could share you, though…” He mused. “What about a sexy Skype call? Would that satisfy you?” Was he actually serious? Arousal swirled between my legs, but I was too tired to actually think about a round two. But god, that’d be hot…
My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own at this point. “Yeah, wanna show you how hard you get me.” Phil’s fingers tightened on my hips, clearly visualizing what I might do. He huffed out a heavy breath.
“Saturday work for you?”
“Yeah.” I yawned, snuggling into his chest with a content sigh. Maybe I was tired, maybe it was post-orgasm Dan talking, but I couldn’t help adding one more thing. “Daddy?”
Phil’s breath caught in his throat. “Yes, sweetheart?” I smirked to myself, knowing exactly how to make him look forwards to this just as much as I already was.
How do Doberman's deserve the tittle, "dangerous dog?" Sorry, it it's a stupid question I was just curious
And another anon:
What do you mean by well deserved reputation?
This is part of what I’ve said before about knowing the breed’s history. From the very beginning, this was a breed meant to intimidate, meant to bite first and ask questions later, meant to be tough to own and tougher to control. To give pause to “the devil himself”. To be so sharp that people would automatically think twice before approaching.
Of course, when you continually breed for that extreme and keep breeding for that extreme, you end up with dogs that are either unstable or unsuitable for modern life. In the 70s, the breed’s aggression was such a problem that it’s rumored dobes are the real reason behind the AKC’s rules on vicious dogs. There are dogs in our studbooks that were so quick to bite and attack that judges refused to approach them, dogs that should have been disqualified for missing teeth and undescended testicles that the judges couldn’t get near let alone touch to verify they had DQ faults. If you speak to any breeder who was in the breed during that time, they’ll have stories about a dog or several that no one could approach, that bit friend and foe alike, that made a game of attacking and mauling. In some places in the world today, these dogs still exist. They are part of India and Peru’s police force and a big reason why many people from those regions hesitate to approach the breed when they meet them in this country. If you look through breed history books written by people who were actually there and met the dogs, it’s almost treated like a badge of pride that a big name dog drew blood on the author. Even now, some working breeders want to bring this dog back in full swing, and brag that their IPO dogs needto be heavily monitored and heavily corrected or they will attack neutral strangers.
Landlords aren’t so quick to forget what the breed used to be. There was a big split in the 70s and show breeders began breeding away from that temperament and molded them into what we know of today as a happy, energetic family dog and visual bad-guy-deterrent. The working breeders wanted to tame a bit of that down so the dogs would be safer to handle, but did not want to be completely rid of it for protection reasons. This is where the majority of the split between the lines occurred, and why all the bad blood between the types feels so recent. It is. The 70s dogs, most of them take a very experienced eye to tell between the working vs the show dogs. You can’t pick out “euro” or “american” as easily. Both types had much more moderate conformation and had not been bred to the extremes you see today.
The reputation of the doberman being a vicious, uncontrollable animal is not undeserved and is tied very closely to the breed’s history. You can’t really expect people who were around at that time to suddenly forget what the breed is capable of just because that temperament is mostly gone in the US now. It’s also part of why the breed has so many temperament problems that must be combated through careful breeding, raising, socializing, and training nowadays.
Hi! I'm writing a story about a nearly 2,000 year old Vampire scout and his enthusiastic human apprentice. I'm having trouble making them interact comically, without having to completely throw away the stoic Vampires character. Any advice?
You could argue that just the enthusiasm mixed with the stoic personality itself invites comedy, without you having to put in any special effort. The vampire will often be irritated with his apprentice, and the apprentice will probably often be fascinated by who he works for and the fact that he was fortunate enough to snag this job. If you really want to make some funny conversation, you could make your apprentice a history buff – the vampire will likely have been around for a lot of history, and his apprentice could constantly ask him about what happened when US troops stormed the beaches at Normandy and if Napoleon was really only about 4′11″ and if Greek cities smelled bad because they didn’t have indoor plumbing.
Also, your vampire would probably be cynical, after living so long and seeing humans do so many despicable things, and he’d probably feel intellectually superior to his enthusiastic, optimistic apprentice. He might even hold his apprentice in contempt, because he might think of his apprentice as a fool.
I can also give you a couple of dialogue prompts to start you off!
“Hi! What’s on the schedule for today?”
[Your vampire] hissed and backed away. “Did you have garlic for lunch again?”
“Oh shit! Yeah, I did.”
A knock at the door brought [your vampire] out of his thoughts. “What?”
[Your apprentice] walked in, holding a history textbook. “Sorry, I hate to interrupt you, but I have this really important question that really can’t wait and I-”
“Get on with it.”
“So, was Cleopatra really all that stunningly beautiful? Or did she just have a great personality?”
“You know, it’s humans like you that make me wonder why I stick around.”
[Your apprentice] laughed. “Don’t be stupid! You stick around because you have to. You can’t die, remember?”
“Oh yes, my immortality slipped my mind. Thank you ever so much for reminding me, how would I have remembered without you?”
“… Is that sarcasm?”
I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven
A/N: I really hope you like it!
Warnings: Angst, yelling, cursing
Request: Could you do some angst with Jason and a little sister? My only specification is that his nickname for her is Bluebird
You awoke to voices coming from the kitchen. You made out the voices of Bruce and your older brother. Your dead older brother.
It had been five years since you were eleven, five years since Jason died, and four years since the hallucinations had started. Four years since your slow descent had begun.
You saw him everywhere. For the past few days he’d been sitting by your bedside, making empty promises about how he’d never leave you again. Ironic, coming from a hallucination.
You hardly moved anymore. Hours of your life wasted away, staring at your ceiling, not caring what happened around you. Wayne Manor could be burning to the ground and you wouldn’t move a muscle. You ate scarcely. You slept too much or not enough. You were a husk.
So when you heard your older brother, screaming at Bruce downstairs, all you could do was sigh.
“It’s not a lost cause,” Bruce attempted to console Jason after the fifth time he’d tried to talk with you.
“It’s like there’s not even a person in there anymore. What happened to the kid I left behind?” Jason snapped, anger building in his chest.
“We’ll figure out a way to-”
“She’s not responding to me, Bruce. Fucking hell, she won’t even look me in the eye!” Jason slammed his hands down on the counter in frustration.
“She doesn’t think you’re real,” Bruce replied. “She’s been seeing—hallucinating—you for years.”
“And you didn’t think to help her? There’s medication for this!” Jason retorted and raised his voice, going from exasperated to livid.
“I wanted to reach out to her but-”
“But what?!” Jason screamed. “But you were too much of a coward?!”
“You did this to my sister! You did this to your daughter!” Jason continued at the top of his lungs. Anger rose in his chest, and a lump started to form in his throat.
“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t spend every day regretting what I did to her? What I didn’t do to help her?” Bruce retaliated, still maintaining an even, yet harsh, tone.
“Regret? Is that all you have to offer? You took away a beautiful, happy, intelligent kid all because you were too fucking scared! It doesn’t help her, Bruce. Regret doesn’t help me, or her or anyone that you wanted to save but didn’t!” Jason was still yelling, the cracks in his voice beginning to betray him.
“This is still about you, isn’t it? How I never avenged your death. I’m sorry things turned out this way, but you need to stop-”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jason advanced on Bruce, grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you fucking dare, you stupid son of a bitch. Don’t think for a damn second that this is about my baggage. Don’t try to turn this bullshit on me,” his fist clenched around the fabric of Bruce’s shirt. Bruce’s calm only served to intensify his anger. “You did this. You took her life away.”
Jason let Bruce go with a harsh shove and turned to walk away just as tears started to fall.
“Where are you going?” Bruce questioned after him.
“To see my sister.”
Jason made his way up the stairs and to your room. The chair that he’d moved to your bedside four days ago was still in its place.
He sat and looked down at the shell of his baby sister. The shell of his Bluebird. He felt grief twisting in his gut at how frail you looked. You were far paler than was natural for you, you were skin and bones. Your eyes were open, unmoving, and fixated on the ceiling.
“Hey, Bluebird. It’s me again,” he started, his voice shaking.
There he was again. Your big brother, sitting at your bedside, talking to you. Why couldn’t he be real?
“I miss you,” you whispered, still staring up at the ceiling.
“I’m real, damnit!” Jason cried out, grabbing your hand in his and bringing it to your face.
Shivers snaked down your spine as you felt his breath flutter across the back of your hand. You felt the warmth of his palms and a pulse in his fingers. The hallucinations had touched you like this before but they’d never felt this… real.
You shifted your eyes slowly over to the person who sat at your beside. It was the first time you’d even spared one of these mirages so much as a glance for months.
That’s funny. It was definitely him, but older. Every time you’d ever looked before, he hadn’t aged a day.
Could it be? There was no way, right? That this was really Jason?
Jason’s eyes widened as your gaze met his.
“B-Blue? Please, it’s me. I’m back, see? I’m real and I’m here and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let this happen.” This time, Jason did not stop himself from breaking into tears, his chest heaving slowly.
His heart pulsed rapidly in his chest when your lips parted as if you were going to say something.
The tears in his eyes turned into sobs that racked his entire body as your eyes shifted back up to the ceiling, your hand dropping back to your side.
Summary: You were a junior and he was a senior. You were a good girl and he was a bad boy. It was so cliché, like every high school drama you’d ever watched, and you honestly did not want to be a part of it.
Warnings: light bullying
Word Count: 2k+
When you’d entered high school you’d had your first encounter with the notorious Park Jimin. His best friend Jungkook had pushed him and he’d slammed into you on your first day as you wandered about, trying your best to find your classes during the too short passing period. Your schedule had flown out of your hand, feet shuffling it further away from you. You’d scrambled on your hands and knees after it, only to have a tan hand reach over you and trap it. You’d huffed out a small breath of air in relief, only to realize that the hand belonged to Jimin who was practically on top of you. He’d smirked, quirking an eyebrow as he stood up before extending a hand to help you up. You’d denied it, standing up and snatching the schedule out of his hand, walking away quickly. Your cheeks had been red and your heart had been beating fast.
“Your turn,” Marinette said as she took another macaron from the plate.
Chat Noir tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, okay, what if you found out I’m actually Chloe Bourgeois when I’m not transformed?”
Marinette sputtered on the water she had been sipping. “Are you saying you are?!”
“Tsk, tsk, Princess, you know that’s not how we play this game,” he winked.
“Fine. If I found out you were actually Chloe, I probably wouldn’t be that attracted to you anymore.”
Chat Noir’s eyes widened. “A-atrracted to me?”
“Tsk, tsk, kitty,” Marinette smirked. “My turn. Let’s see…what if I told you I’ve drawn you on more than one occasion?”
“Is it because you’re attracted to me?” he beamed.
“More that I seem to have a weakness for blonde hair and green eyes. I wouldn’t take it personally.”
“What other blonde haired, green-eyed foes must I defeat to win your affections?”
Marinette tapped his nose playfully. “That’s not a ‘what if’ question.”
“Fine,” Chat Noir huffed. “What if you were to tell me who else holds your heart, Princess?”
“I don’t think that really counts.”
“I used ‘what if’. That’s literally the only rule of this game.”
Marinette shifted uneasily. “Maybe we shouldn’t play anymore.”
“Sorry,” he ducked his head sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s not you, Chat…it’s just…I have this stupid crush on a guy that I don’t actually think anything will happen with but I can’t seem to let it go. It’s annoying and embarrassing and I would feel stupid telling you that he’s the one who ‘holds my heart’, as you put it, because he’s completely oblivious to the fact.”
Chat Noir leaned in, tucking Marinette’s hair behind her ear. “Then he’s an idiot.”
“He’s not,” she argued.
“What if I told you you’re beautiful?”
“And smart and talented and funny and–” Chat Noir’s words were cut off by Marinette’s lips pressing against his. The kiss was short and sweet and both teens were blushing by the time they pulled apart.
“What if we did that again?” Chat Noir smiled, leaning forward.
Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on?
A/N: I am so so so so sorry for not posting the next part in two weeks. It’s the end of the school year so I had a lot of exams. Most of the times i was too exhausted to sit in front of the laptop and write. I really want to apologize if this part is not that interesting but i will do my best to post new part every day (but do not promise). Please let me know what you think about it ♥ It’s really important for me to know you opinion about the story :) Enjoy!
“That’s how I burned down part of Hydra’s
base.”, (Y/N) spoken softly. Tears that she didn’t know was hiding were now
rolling down. Nobody said anything. They were shocked by what the girl went
though at the age of seven.
“They were trying to program me. Their
intentions were to create fighters better than the Winter Soldier and Black
“If they can control them we are have a big
problem.”, Tony stated as he tried to emphasize how serious the problem was.
“How many are they?”
“I don’t know”, the last events weren’t leaving
her mind, “Probably 8 or less. I don’t know how many survived.”
“As far as we know the base is still whole. You
may have burnt down part of it.”, Steve declared as he stood up and began
“What did you feel?”, Bruce asked all of a
“What do you mean?”
“What did you feel right before you burnt the
“Oh. I- um…fire. Yeah, definitely fire, but not
literally. I mean, it was -“
“Relieving? Taking you whole, feeling powerful
because of the rage built inside you and yet it somehow calms you down?”,
Banner finished her sentence.
“Exactly.”, (Y/N) was amazed by this. Mr.
Banner wasn’t lying her when he had said he cannot control his anger that
“What about when we found you?”, Wanda
questioned as she understood what Bruce was attempting to o.
“Scared. Naked. Exposed. Breakable.”
“Mixed feeling, paranoia overwhelming you?”
“Yes.”, after some seconds Banner revealed his
thoughts making them a statement.
“I think I know what your powers are.”
Ten minutes later the whole gang was in the
training room waiting to see what the young witch was capable of.
“Are you sure Mr. Banner?”
“Call me Bruce, please.”, her gave the girl a
smile and nodded, “Yes, I am.”
“But how can I control the elements? I mean,
how did you find this out?”
“Fire is symbolized by rage, anger. It the
Greek Mythology Ares, the furious god of war, is always drawn with red paint
and flames around him. Also, when you said a great amount of different feeling
overwhelmed you, it showed me that you can control earth. When we found you,
your first action was to use those spikes to warn or kill the people trying to
disturb you. Earth is believed to give humans stability. So basically your
powers had tried to calm your mind down by using the ground as a weapon. But
when Peter entered you shelter you were again taken by your fears making
unstable and unpredictable like the wind.”
“So my emotional condition affects my powers?”
“That’s right. So now we would try to teach you
how to use them without letting the emotions taking you over.”, Steve patted
the girl on her shoulder.
“What if I hurt you?”
“Do not worry about us.”, Tony smiled in order
to reassure her.
Ten minutes later all the Avengers were in a
shield created by Wanda with her powers in the second floor of the training
room. It wasn’t a whole floor just a part of it from where the instructor could
watch or could enter the premises.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present you the great
Avengerrrrs.”, (Y/N) ‘announced’ with a sarcastic tone in her formal voice,
“Good to know old men and women are scared of a puny girl.”, Wanda who was
standing against the girl laughed as she saw her friends trying to protect
themselves in the shield she had created.
“Hey, don’t blame us that we value our lives
and want to keep them as longer as possible.”, Tony acted as a drama queen
placing his hand over the place where
his heart was supposed to be.
“Guys, you must accept it. She is right.”
“Why don’t you shut up and show the girl
whatever you are going to show her.”
“As you wish Mr. Stank.”, Wanda retorted back
and turned around to face (Y/N). The girl was nervous as she was able to see.
Her hands were slightly shaking and she kept rubbing them against her clothes
in order to remove the sweat, “So, I am going to attack you. Don’t worry i
won’t hurt you. You just have to try to protect yourself somehow by using your
energy. Just before that do not panic about the situation, that’s the most
important thing you have to do. Breathe and then try to look deep inside you,
searching for the power you want. Think about it, think how you want it to look,
what and how you are going to do with it.”, the girl nodded but she felt
nothing from this instructions was going to be fulfilled.
Wanda’s fingers were moving and seconds later
they were shining in red but the woman wasn’t attacking her yet. (Y/N) did her
best to follow the advice. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a
moment. She had four powers and only one was able to protect her right now–
air. The girl remembered the feeling when she had attacked Peter. The air was
tickling the tips if her fingers. She looked for that feeling again but nothing
happened. No strange feeling inside her, no power felt. She opened her eyes
just in time to see Wanda’s magic coming towards her. She kneeled down to avoid
“Don’t give up. It won’t happen from the first
time.”, Steve said.
The girl inhaled and exhaled deeply this time
trying with another power. There wasn’t ground or water her so she had to use
fire. This time was the same failure.
“Nothing is happening.”, the girl stated after
her seventh attempt, “I feel nothing inside me, only darkness. Guess why?
Because my fucking eyes are fucking closed!”
“Language!”, Steve called from inside the
“Sorry.”, the girl gave the man an innocent
smile but deep inside her she was feeling the same way as she had felt in the
Hydra base – as a failure, miserable failure that cannot do anything. What was
she doing here? Why did she even trust those guys? Why the hell was she
thinking the brown haired teenager is attractive? A lot of questions suddenly
filled her mind making her feel odd, questioning all her actions since she
exploded part of the base. What is she even?
“Earth to (Y/N)! Are you listening?”, Peter’s
voice took her out of the trans she had been immersed in.
“Yes…no, sorry! It’s just… I’m sucking. I can’t
protect myself by creating a stupid shield from air or fire. I don’t know how
to use my powers and how to control them! It’s driving me crazy when I am
failing at things. Especially this!”, the girl shouted as soon as despair
filled her body. She wasn’t going to give up, no. She was going to fight with
teeth until she reached the final but all those events that happened in the
last three days…it was too heavy for her to bear.
“(Y/n), hey, you can do it. I know you can.
You’ve gone through a lot and this…this stupid thing cannot stop you. You are
brave, you are-”, Peter had approached the red shield separating the two teenagers
that were slowly falling under the love curse of each other. His voice was
soft, his intentions good and it was felt. But the girl was too gentle. Not
like a flower that would break under a slightly rougher touch, but like a bomb
that was going to explode if the person holding her didn’t know how to defuse
it. Peter was from those who were about to get killed because of the wrong
actions he made.
“You don’t know me to tell me what I am! I do
not know what I am!”, she screamed at the boy. Her body was moving on its own.
For a moment (Y/N) felt as a prisoner. She was seeing what she was doing but
she couldn’t control herself. The girl felt it, the power that was running
through her veins, that was slowly taking control of her hands, mind,
thoughts…Her hands were on fire. She moved them towards the shield sending a
fire orb. At first the shield swallowed it but then it began swelling and the
fire finally was in charge. The shield was now like a cell keeping its victims.
The small prison was causing troubles with their ability to inhale. Wanda did
something and the small hell torture was gone. The girl was standing there, her
feet glued to the ground not letting her move. She was like a living stone –
looking unbreakable and hard but this event causing her to crack from inside.
When she saw the avengers’ looks she finally felt what she was trying to hide.
She was a dangerous weapon, the desired weapon from Hydra that could kill
thousands of people without caring at first place. She felt guilt, but more
important – part of her felt good.
“I told you we would need a shield.”, Tony
stated as he and the rest of the group gave it a try to stand up. Most of them
were shocked about what had happened. Of course, not about themselves but the
girl. She was shocked – looking at a spot on the wall between the heads of her
victims, not moving, pale as snow. Her bottom lip was shaking as her hands did.
“I-I…I am -”, they all knew she was going to
apologize but it was hard for her to find the right words.
“Hey, kid, we are used to having our asses
kicked. You haven’t hurt anyone, no need to worry.”, Steve rushed towards (Y/N)
in order to calm the girl down. He knew what Hydra was capable of and what the
girl had gone through was infernal. It would have been unnatural if she was stable.
“But I could have.”, Steve saw the tears
forming in her (y/e/c) eyes. Seeing this little girl beside him made his heart
shrink. How could he not see the broken, the innocent, the lost girl? He only
thought of her as a way Hydra to entice them…He was supposed to be a superhero,
to have faith in everything, to see the good in every bad. The blonde man had
no idea what to say as though a cat had gotten his tongue. He opened his mouth
to say something, to help this little girl who had lost everything in her life
but he closed it seconds later.
Wanda came closer as she knew (Y/N) trusted her
more than the others. Peter followed her actions but as soon as they were next
to the girl she ran away.
“(Y/N)!”, Peter called after the girl and was
about to run after her but Steve grabbed him, “She needs help!”, he demanded
and tried to escape the strong grip with
“She needs to be alone with herself right now,
Pete. I think we might have damaged her more rather than helping.”
The next week (Y/N) was distant. She talked
only with Wanda and Bruce and trained only with them. The others tried to make
her feel as at home she never had but the girl was barely giving in. She was
stubborn, that was for sure, but with nights spent at her room with Wanda she
understood how wrong her actions are.
“You are not doing anything bad, but how they
are trying to help and you should not be scared that you will hurt them. I know
how you feel. When I began my training here I wasn’t as good as now, I almost
crashed the training room down.”, the woman laughed at the thought that just
appeared in her head, “I remember Tony’s face when he came down and saw one of
the walls missing.”
“Really?”. The girl laughed along with her new
“Yes. He made me practice outside even after he
repaired it.”, Wanda looked at (Y/N) feeling her as the little sister she never
had, “See, no matter what happens they are going to be your family only if you
let them. They are strange I can assume, we had out times of division but we
came back together.”
It was 8.00 pm. (Y/N) was lying on her bed
thinking about Wanda’s words as she tent to do the last three days. The girl
felt Wanda as a sister she could trust. She believed her and knew that all the
things she had told her were true. Strangely this people were trying to give
her a home, to give her a family and she was backing. Why? Was it because it
was happening too fast? Maybe because it felt so unreal that it was more
possible to be Hydra test than a part of the reality? Only in her first day
here she told them her whole story, she was given a private room, they tried to
help her with her powers. And what did she do? She almost killed them and ran
away crying like a baby…Yeah, a really good first impression. The girl had to
accept the information that Hydra was away, not torturing her, not going after
her or if they did, she was safe here with people to protect her and teach her
how to do the same.
For a week she slightly improved her powers.
Well, she still wasn’t able to control them but for now she didn’t need to be
so angry to use any of her powers. The girl was trying to use the built in her
rage to call her powers instead of letting the anger take control over her.
(Y/N) was happy with the results for only one week and this success was one of
the things encouraging her to go to the living room where the Avengers were
meeting every night to eat and relax somehow.
(Y/N) stood up and looked in the mirror. She
was wearing pink pajamas with unicorns on them which was definitely not her
style. But what could she do? Wanda was too happy to call somebody a sister…
The witch opened the wardrobe. The first time she did so she was amazed how big
it was and most importantly that it was full of clothes fitting her perfectly.
Now, she was kind of used to it but not at all. The girl took out comfortable
jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. After dressing up she exited the room. Taking a
deep breath she guided her legs towards the living room which was on the floor
below. As she reached the glass door she looked inside. They were all scattered
around the room – some on the sofas, some on the armchairs, and some on the
floor. (Y/N) inhaled and exhaled deeply and then opened the door. The Avengers
didn’t hear it because they were immersed in their conversation but e certain
one did with his super senses.
The boy turned around and as the two lovebirds,
as Tony liked to call them, saw each other they both stopped doing whatever
they were for a moment. (Y/N) looked directly at Peter and for a moment it was
only the two of them. The girl hated this feeling but as she had no powers in
her emotions, neither on her hearth.
“(Y/N)!”, Wanda exclaimed and ran towards her
to give her a hug. The Avengers looked at the girl surprised.
“Ms. (Y/N)!”, Thor came and ruffled her hair,
“I am so happy to see you there.”, by his voice, the girl understood he had
drank something but his relaxed behavior around her, the fact he was himself
made her smile.
“Hello everyone!”, she greeted the gang and sat
down next to Wanda and opposite Peter who was now giving her e reassuring
smile. She smiled back, “Can I have a slice?”, she asked as the witch pointed
at the three pizzas in front of her.
“Of course!”, Tony answered as he poured
another glass of alcohol, “But hurry up because Thor is going to eat them all.”
(Y/N) laughed and joined the Avengers that
night. At first she thought she wouldn’t fit there but she couldn’t have been
more wrong. This was the first time from ages she felt happy again, she felt
loved and welcomed. She wasn’t scared anymore, neither in pain. She was feeling
young, carefree, free as a teenager should feel. The witch felt normal and for
once in her whole life, she forgot about the nightmares that chased her each
Reggie Mantle x Reader:
PART SIX THE ARTIST & THE JOCK
is the last part of this imagine. I am pretty happy on how it turned out,
hopefully you guys like it too. I hope it lives up to your expectations. I also
didn’t want to drag this longer than it needed.
Shizz goes down, but you and Reggie make up.
You woke up early on Monday morning because you didn’t want to
face your parents since they gave you the weekend to think about the contract,
but you knew if you turned it down once again they’ll only find a way for you
to accept it. As much you as you wanted to be with Reggie this was not the way
to do it. He also seemed pretty busy the couple of days, he seemed happy with
Veronica and she was your friend and you couldn’t do this.
As you rushed out of your house wind in your hair, headphones
placed in your ears as the music distracted you in the humid morning. You
focused your eyes on the ground where the dew droplets resided in the grass. As
much as you were avoiding him, you needed to speak with Reggie about this whole
You walked in the coffee shop and ordered your usual and kept
your slow pace in no rush to get to school.
As you were there early you decided to go straight to the art
room and paint or draw something to calm your nerves.
You thought about how on Saturday afternoon Reggie ignored
your comment about him only telling you how he felt to please his parents and
get you to accept that stupid contract. About how Veronica was so happy with
him, probably thinking you set them up; but all you wanted was for them to
separate. You hated how you thought this. You couldn’t let your smile come up
when you thought about Reggie being a bit jealous of Jughead, but that smile
faded quickly as you were interrupted by you art teacher telling you the bell
rang and it was time to get ready for your first class.
You made your way swiftly to your locker to collect your
textbook, and he was there leaning on it and as much as you wanted to clear
things up, you couldn’t face him. You stared right at him and your stomach went
crazy, it was an attack of butterflies.
You walked up to your locker and nothing came out of your
lips, it’s like you were in a trance.
Until your trance was broken by his mouth as he spoke “Hey, um
can we talk?” as he moved so you could open your locker and take out your
“Not right now Reg” you claimed.
“Then when, you can’t ignore me forever (Y/N)” he reasoned
with a desperate look in his brown eyes.
“I know that, but, not here” you signed soon distracted by the
bell and you rushed out of there to your first class.
The day went by and lunch was finally here and you made your
way to your usual table with Jughead, Betty, Archie, Kevin and Veronica.
All you wanted was your old life back where Reggie was just a
friend, where your parents did as much work to ignore you and you were the
neutral ground. But that you was gone after this whether you made a decision or
not, you were no longer the girl who did everything to please everyone. All you
wanted was to suppress your feelings for Reggie, you wanted your old Riverdale
back when it was just a happy town. You
were also tired of doing everything for everyone.
You took your seat next to Jughead, hoping your friends would
distract you from your thoughts.
That was until everything caught up with you and you wished it
never happened, and that you didn’t have to hide it from your friends.
“Hey Reggie” the beautiful raven haired girl cheered while
showing off her pearls as he appeared at your table.
“Hey Ron, umm, can we talk?” Reggie directed towards you and
you stood up because you might as well get this over with.
“OH MY GOD! (Y/N)” the red haired bombshell squealed as you
turned confused as to why she was so cheery and she took you and Reggie into a
hug and all your friends gave her puzzled looks.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Cheryl continued.
“What are you talking about?” you questioned looking over your
shoulders to Reggie and your friends.
“Oh, come on you tell them, but not me? How dare you?!” she
kept on questioning and your brain was so slow it didn’t catch on to what she
was referring to.
“What? What didn’t she tell you?” Kevin added.
“Seriously they’re all in on it, well whatever, I know now and
I’m so happy for you” she raged.
“About what? What did I do?” you were still oblivious to what
she was asking and you wished you hadn’t pushed the answer once she revealed it.
“You and Reggie of course, my parents told me all about it,
well I overheard your moms telling my mom this morning. You guys make a cute
couple. I’m so happy for you!” you stood there frozen, you wanted to run but
your feet stood still and the next sequence of events happened to fast.
“What?!?!” Veronica screeched and the whole table gasped.
“No Ron, I- I- it’s not-” was that came out of your mouth as
she stood up and planted a slap on your cheeks and Reggie pushed her away.
“Come on” Reggie spoke softly as tears started to surface on
your face and he grabbed your hand to walk away.
“No!” you retorted as you let go and Jughead stood up to get
you out of there.
“Let’s go” Jughead spoke as he started to take you away and
put his arm around you.
“Norman Bates, mind your own business this is between us”
Reggie claimed as he removed Jughead’s arm off you and pushed him.
Jughead hated the way
Reggie was sometimes so he pushed him back and they started to fight as you and
Archie went up to them to separate them.
“I need time” you spoke to Reggie and walked away with
You left school early trying to get away from all of the mess,
and you were so happy that your parents weren’t home.
they do this? Did Reggie know again and is that why he wanted to talk to you?
“This is all my fault” you proclaimed as you got a snack for
Jughead since lunch was kind of eventful.
“Hey, it’s not your fault (Y/N)” Jughead reassured you.
“No, it is. I do everything for my parents to make them happy,
so they could be proud of me, but no matter how I do it will never be enough. I
want everyone happy that I don’t even think about my own happiness. This was so
easy, no matter what I chose my parents knew if they did something about it I
would accept it, I am such a pushover.” You ranted
“What do mean whatever you chose? Your parents want you with
Reggie? Isn’t that a good thing you like him.” Jughead asked as he furrowed his
eyebrow and you knew there was no way out of this one, so you told him the
“Just talk to him, I know I’m not his biggest fan, but I’ll
deal for you. Also you are going to need to talk to Veronica, I’m sure she’ll
understand” Jughead pointed out as he left you.
You texted and called Veronica so you could talk to her and
explain the situation, but she didn’t answer.
You were soon distracted by the knock on your window which
revealed the tall handsome Reggie as you opened your window.
“That used to be easier” he chuckled trying to break the
tension entering your bedroom.
“I like what you’ve done with the pla-” he stated as you
interrupted him. Your body took over as you placed one of your hands behind his
neck and pressed your lips on his and he moved his hands to your waist.
The kiss was passionate and slow and you didn’t want it to
“I’m sorry about this whole mess, I didn’t think it would get
this bad” he confessed as you both moved to your bed and sat there.
“Do you actually like me? Or did you just tell me all that
stuff because of the contract?” you mentioned.
“If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have kissed you like that. I
promise my feelings for you are 100% real” he added as he put his arm around
your waist and you laid your head on his shoulder
“What about Veronica?” you questioned him.
“Nothing happened, I promise you. Not one kiss. I like you,
yes I was stupid to call her after the dinner I just wanted to forget about
being rejected from the only girl I ever cared about” he chimed in as he kissed
“I didn’t reject you, I was just confused. You’re the one that
left me, your chose your popularity after you promised you would be there for
me and I promised you the same. I kept my promise, whenever you called I was
there.” You confirmed as he grabbed your hand.
“No words will ever be enough to show you how sorry I am. You
started hanging out with Archie and them, especially Wednesday Addams I- I just
assumed you preferred him, and I don’t make the best decisions” Reggie sighed.
“It’s Jughead, and he is just my best friend, if you want
anything to do with me you’re going to have to deal with Jughead” You countered
as he smiled.
“So you’re saying we can like be a thing? For real, like
you’re going to be my girlfriend? I’m going to be your boyfriend?” he said with
a smile on his face and you smiled back.
“Yours, no contract, and we have to talk to Veronica and our
parents” you explained as you pecked his lips once more.
“For you, anything babe” he concluded as he kissed your hand.
talked to Veronica, not expecting her to be so understanding, but once you told
her the truth she embraced you in a tight hug and apologized for slapping you.
talked to your parents at yet another dinner, and they were quite happy of
course. Although to get under their skin you and Reggie somehow always forgot
when their events and banquets took place and sometimes you would take drives
to the old cabin and revisit the tree where your initials were carved inside a
heart and just be together.
are you still bi if you like women way more and way more often than you like men? what if you choose to only date women? idk i'm just honestly really confused right now, sorry if this is a stupid question
This is not a stupid question! The answer is a little less straightforward than simply “yes” or “no” though so no wonder you’re confused.
You can still be bi if you like women way more and way more often than you like men. Being bi doesn’t mean you have to experience attraction along a 50/50 split - you can be attracted to women more often and more intensely than to anyone else but still occasionally experience attraction to people of other genders and still be bi.
But there’s also a chance that what you’re experiencing isn’t actual attraction to men but something called compulsory heterosexuality. Compulsory heterosexuality essentially describes the ever present societal pressure women feel to be with men. Women are taught that being with men is normal, natural, logical and, in a way, their destiny as women. It can lead to girls and women convincing themselves that they are attracted to men even though they aren’t to escape the punishments that society heaps on women who are not attracted to men. If you’re finding that you are attracted to women more often and more intensely than you are to men, there’s a chance that the attraction you’re feeling for men isn’t actually really attraction but you struggling with the effects of compulsory heterosexuality - especially if you want to only date women!
There’s nothing wrong with choosing to only date women but still identifying as bi. Bi women who only date women exist! But there’s also nothing wrong with not being sure whether you’re attracted to men but knowing that you only want to date women and calling yourself a lesbian because of that. And there’s also nothing wrong with deciding that trying to decide which of these two labels fits you best is too exhausting and too confusing and just calling yourself “sapphic”, a “woman loving woman” or even “queer” if you’ve reclaimed that term for yourself instead. Ultimately, the most important thing about this is what label you feel most comfortable and most happy with.
(Btw, there’s some more stuff on my blog if you search bisexuality and/or compulsory heterosexuality if you’d like to read some more stuff about it. And people and blogs like @violetdanger and @oceansunfire might also be able to help!)
word count: 850 pairing: hyungwon x reader notes: fluff, modern au
“Seriously, cut that out, it’s getting creepy.” Chanykyun rolls his eyes, shoving another forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.
“Cut what out?” you snap back at him, focusing your attention back to the food on your plate.
“Y/N… You’ve been staring at that guy since the moment we walked in,” he groans. “Trust me, you do this every single morning we’re here.”
“Do not…” you protest, slightly ashamed that you’re caught. You peek back at the waiter across the room, who’s taking someone else’s order right now.
The sun rays from the glass panels of the dainty cafe and give him a heavenly glow. You admire his model-like features and feel your heart fluttering again. His slender body fit his uniform so well, and the white shirt highlight his rosy, plump lips. His dark brown hair looks so soft and fluffy, and you wonder how it would feel to touch it. He’s like a prince…