stood up for something

miserable together

pairing: steve harrington x reader
warning:  none

request: okay i’ve got one for stranger things! what about steve showing up at the readers house all depressed after the breakup with nancy looking for comfort, but also ends up comforting the reader during a bad storm because she’s terrified? basically some fluff where they’re both comforting each other all night. thank you! 💖
requested by: anonymous

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart


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Inexorable (2)

Plot: How does is feel to be arranged to be married to a cocky, arrogant Mafia leader? Once you look at his face, you think you’re lucky, but then he opens his mouth.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, (eventual) smut, Mafia au!

Notes: Welp, since so many of you asked for it, here is a part two!! There are two other stories which need a continuation as well, so I might keep requests closed for a while.. Sorry about that. I hope you don’t mind. Feel free to ask me questions, though! Ya’ll are so nice to me! 2,053 Words

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (FINAL)

The ride to the vacation home wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Your husband actually gave you the space you needed. There were brief glares exchanged between the two of you, a whole lot of drinking, and forced slumber – it was a 3 hour ride, after all. 

When the both of you had finally reached, the luggage was taken out by the bodyguards who had come along, and brought to your huge master bedroom. It was twice the size of your father’s office – if not, bigger – the bed was king-sized, and adorned with silk sheets. The walk-in wardrobe was already stacked with clothes for both sexes, making you wonder why you had even brought luggage in the first place.

“Too small, honestly,” Jungkook commented, plopping down on the couch by the fireplace. “My room is bigger than this.”

There he was, ruining the moment again. It was a good thing you were too exhausted to fight with him; but that didn’t mask over the fact that you still wanted to knock him out.

“Brat..” 

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No Kissing In Front Of Me *Steve Harrington x Reader*

Originally posted by wlntrfell

Requested by Anon: Steve Harrington x Reader where you’re Dustin’s older sister and Dustin has Steve over to babysit him bc Reader is supposed to be out on a date but she comes home like halfway through with like super ready eyes and tells them she found out he’s cheating on her because he stood her up to go with the other girl or something
Pairings: Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader & Billy Hargrove x Reader (Mentioned briefly) & Steve Harrington x Reader
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A/N: I couldn’t be bothered to make up a name for the reader to possibly be on a date with. Billy is someone that comes across as a cheating, maybe not taking the relationship with reader seriously, type. - Rosalie



“Why are you even going out with that jackass?” Dustin asked, watching you through the vanity mirror reflection as you got ready for your date. You muttered a soft ‘language’ to your little brother who just scoffed. “You can date anyone, literally, ANYBODY! But you go out, willingly, with Billy Hargrove?”

You sighed gently as you finished with your make up. You had been going out on a few dates with the new guy, well he wasn’t new anymore, he and his sister had been here for a few months. You didn’t really get why Dustin and his party hated him, he was kind of an asshole but so was everyone else in this town. Dustin always said, ‘There are just things that I know that you don’t, I don’t trust him’. You liked he was looking out for you but you’re the older sibling, it should be the other way round.

“Why do you hate him so much? Enough with the bullshit, what happened to make you hate him?” Dustin shrugged, shoulders slumped and eyes cast to his hands as he toyed with your comforter on your bed. “I’m going on that date, Dustin. Whatever you think of him isn’t true, he’s been nothin’ but nice to me. He doesn’t pressure me for anythin’ and he’s really sweet too. Tell me what happened and I won’t go on that date, if you tell me what happened with Billy I’ll call him off.”

Before Dustin can even open his mouth the doorbell chimes, you raise your eyebrows but Dustin sighs. You both stand up, you’re dressed in a pale pink dress with a denim jacket thrown on. Dustin opens the door, revealing Steve Harrington, his babysitter for the night, plus a new founded best friend. It was cute, how both he and Steve had a brotherly bond. They looked out for one another, it made you smile to see Dustin finally have someone to look up to, admire and Steve was someone that you trusted to lead your brother in a good direction.

You smiled as Steve looked at you. “Wow, Y/N, you look… wow.” He compliments, at loss for words and it brings a slight blush upon your cheeks as you roll your eyes at him.

“Okay, I’ll see you both in a few hours. Don’t miss me too much,” You grin waving bye at both of them and walking out of the door.

*Steve’s P.O.V kinda*

Steve stared at the door as it closed softly, watching you leave to go on a date with Billy Hargrove always rubbed him the wrong way. Knowing that someone as kind, sweet and genuinely good was hanging around with the asshole Billy, made Steve feel sick to his stomach. His blood boiled at the thought of it, it left a funny after taste in Steve’s mouth whenever you talked about your dates with Billy.

“Steve!” Dustin’s voice pulled Steve from his mind and he looked at the shithead and shrugged his shoulders in response. “Jealousy back again?”

Steve rolled his eyes and sat down, Dustin had got into his pea-sized brain that Steve was jealous. Jealous that Billy got to date you and not him, which was ridiculous. Steve Harrington doesn’t get jealous, he doesn’t even know why he’d be jealous. It’s just you. Dustin’s older sister. Who was sweet, kind and beautiful, who had this thing where if she laughs too hard she hiccups?

“I’m not jealous of Billy Hargrove,” Steve states, turning the TV on and looking at the VHS movies that Dustin had picked to watch tonight. “What do I have to be jealous about?”

Dustin rolled his eyes, sitting down also. “Are you pretending to be dumb or are you actually this stupid all of the time?” That receives a stern glare from Harrington, “I know she’s my sister but I am told constantly that she’s beautiful, plus she has to be somewhat good looking because ” Dustin gestures to his smiling face and Steve tries not to chuckle at that. “It’s okay if you like-like her, better you than Billy.”

Steve puts in the movie and that leaves him to think over what Dustin has said. He glances at Dustin who is consumed by the movie, mouth slightly agape as he fully zoned in on the SyFy movie. Steve had grown accustomed to life with the kids, looking after the little shits was now just second nature to him. You were sort of a package deal, you didn’t know about any of the events with the upside down world but you managed to still be part of their lives. You were sort of an innocence that everyone loved, you knew something has happened but you preferred to not know.

It’s for the better that way. Steve liked that you weren’t carrying any of the weight, that you managed to still be a supportive person but in a way that was different for everyone. It was hard to keep that life away from you, it’s partly why he hates you are dating Billy. If you knew what had happened, you wouldn’t be dating him but he had made a promise. To the boys, to Eleven, to Hopper and Joyce to not tell.

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I dated Y/N?” Steve asked, eyes trained on the TV. “I know she’s dating Billy but if that didn’t work out-”

“Steve, you have my permission to date my sister. No kissing in front of me, that’s all I ask.” Steve smiles slightly and both go back to watching the movie, halfway in when the front door crashes open. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Dustin yells, turning his head to see his sister standing in the doorway, he holds his hand over his heart.

It takes both boys a few seconds to realise you’re crying. Eyes red, small sobs escaping your lips and you throw your purse to the floor and pull off your shoes, running past them towards your room ignoring their yells of your name. Steve looks at Dustin who is just as shocked as he is by your outburst.

“You don’t think Billy…” Dustin trails off, instantly Steve is to his feet and Dustin follows him down the short hall to your door where Steve knocks on the door. “Y/N, we’re coming in!” Dustin yells, knowing you never lock your door anyway.

Steve opens the door silently and both peak in. Your laying on your bed, hair a mess of curls and crying into a pillow. Dustin walks passed Steve, sitting down beside your head and petting your hair softly, trying to comfort you silently. Steve awkwardly sits down, placing a hand on the small of your back and rubbing comforting circles. They wait till your sobs had quieted down, listening to cry was one of the worst things Steve has endured. Yeah, he’s had to fight demogorgons but this was another level.

“Y/N, what happened?” Steve asked and you lifted your head, hair sticking your tear stained cheeks that are red and blotchy. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, anger swept through them but also sadness. “Did Billy… do something… like-”

“No.” You shake your head, fresh tears welling in your eyes. “He turned up with another girl, with Stacy. He’s been seeing her behind my back, cause I wasn’t putting out.” Dustin’s face flashed with anger. “I’m such a stupid shit head!” You groaned, accepting the hug from your little brother and Steve scoffed, causing both Henderson siblings to look at him.

Steve shakes his head. “Billy is the shithead. You deserve better than him, got it? A guy like that isn’t worth your tears, you’re too good for him. If he can’t keep it in his pants that’s his fault, not yours.” You raised your eyebrows at Steve, who crossed his arms and glared at the wall opposite him. “I should punch him in the face again for doing that to you.”

“Again?” You asked slightly amused that he had even punched Billy for the first time. Dustin looks wide-eyed at Steve who does the same, you sighed. “Need to know, right?” They nod and smiled slightly. “Thank you, both of you for being here. I think I’m going to call it a night.” They nod, Dustin gets up and leaves the room first but Steve hesitates, making you look at him slightly confused.

He shuffles slightly nervously. “Y/N… have a good sleep.” Steve sighs before leaving your room, kicking himself for not saying anything to you about his true feelings.

*

It had been almost a week since that godawful date with Billy. You tried to keep yourself occupied, extra schoolwork and hanging out with Nancy. The humiliation of that day was what hurt you the most, Billy had let you believe the date was still on, he didn’t cancel or say anything about what was happening with Stacy. He let you walk in, alone and see him with another girl like he planned it or something.

Walking down the street towards your house you hear arguing. Well, more of bickering between two people. You glance up to see Steve and Dustin in the driveway of your home, Dustin was meant to be at Mike’s studying and Steve, well he was meant to be off being Steve somewhere else- having a day off from being the kid’s mom. You frown as you walk closer, Steve is holding roses and Dustin has his radio headset on, seemingly talking over it whilst simultaneously walking to Steve.

“What’s going on?” You asked walking closer, Dustin jumps slightly and turns to you with a nervous smile. “I thought you were going to Mike’s tonight?” You asked with a slight frown at his reaction.

It’s a solid minute before anyone speaks up. “I’m helping Steve… he’s got a date.” You nod slowly and glance at Steve, who is nervously stood holding the roses and smiling awkwardly. A pang of something shoots through your chest, whoever he was taking on a date was a lucky girl.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage, “Well, have fun and don’t take all of my brother’s advice.” You try to chuckle and smile but it sounds forced, you go to walk around them and inside the house, to cry to your mother but you’re stopped by someone tugging on your wrist.

You frown up at Steve. “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” You nod and turn back towards Steve, waiting for whatever he needs to say, he stares at you for a moment. “Fuck it!”

Before you can process what is happening his lips are on yours, his hands holding your shoulders and the roses fall to the floor beside your feet. You instantly respond, melting into the kiss that’s unlike anything you’ve ever had. You feel Steve smile against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours rest against his neck.

“GROSS!” You pull apart and look at Dustin, who is horrified. “I said no kissing in front of me, that was the only rule. You asshole.” he picks up his bike, muttering curse words and names at Steve, “one fucking rule, can even follow that. I do everything to help this guy, this is how he repays me.”

Steve purses his lips and holds back the chuckle. “Thank you, shithead,” Steve calls, Dustin turns and flips him off before riding off down the street to Mikes. “It was worth breaking that one rule.” Steve shrugged at you, you chuckled lightly nudging him, he bends down and picks up the roses again. “Prepare to go on the best date of your life.” He challenges, pulling you by your hand towards his car.

“Is this the first time you’ve hung out with someone your own age in a while?” You smirk as Steve blinks at you, mock offence. “How will they survive without you?”

Steve rolled his eyes, opening your door before walking around to his side and starting the engine to the car. It’s silent as he begins to drive off towards your date destination, “I do need to stop in to make sure they all get home okay.” He mutters causing you to chuckle at him, he sighs and chuckles along with you.

(Decided to end it funny. Hopefully, whoever requested this likes it. I had fun writing it, I like the whole Dustin’s sister thing, I like writing the reader as one of the kids sibling. - Rosalie)

Tear You Apart

Requested: No

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x Reader

Warning: Swearing, smut, tw: blood

A/N: This is my first song based work and im proud of how it turned out!! also i really recommend Hemlock Grove on Netflix!! Even if you’re not into vampires and werewolves(thats basically what its about) it still has a good plot with well developed characters!!

   Walking down the hall you caught sight of Shelly Godfrey. You grinned and said hi. She have you a soft smiled.

   "Hey.“ She typed out. You felt eyes burning into the back of your head and turned to see Roman watching you from across the hall. You waved and said goodbye the Shelly. Roman came over to his sister and gave her a quick hug.

   "I’ll be back.” He said digging in his pocket.

   "Where are you going?“ She asked.

   "For a smoke. See you later.”

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak
An escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

   You walked down the path watching as the burnt orange and fiery red leaves fell silently to the ground. The faint sounds of a soccer coah yelling to his team mingled with the sound of the leaves crunching beneath you. You held onto your backpack straps tightly as you looked around at the quaint houses and yards. You like Hemlock Grove because of this. Everyone and everything here is peaceful. You continued to walk until you came to the opening of the alleyway you usually go through to get home. You felt your heart fall when you noticed the squeaky clean Jaguar XK150 parked to the side. You looked down the street to your left, wondering if the extra two miles were worth it.

   "Nope.“ You said sighing and taking a deep breath. You began walking forward and clenched your teeth when you heard the moaning coming from within the car.

   "Oh god Roman!” The girl screamed. You the closer you got the more you could hear. As you passed by you heard a horrible tearing sound as the bottom of your backpack ripped and everything fell to the floor. You groaned in frustration both at that and the fact that while you gathered your things you’d have to listen to them. You bent down and began picking up your things when their moans died down and girl stumbled out of the car with some cash in her hand and her shirt halfway on. She looked at you and scoffed.

   "We’re you listening to us? Freak.“ She said fixing her clothes. You looked over and made direct eye contact.

   "You’re going to walk away. Now.” You said looking back at your stuff. You watched her walk away out of the corner of your eye and quickly looked down where you heard the drivers door open and close.

   "Y/N?“ You heard Roman ask. You looked over to see him place a cigarette in his mouth and put on his shirt. His gaze flickered to your upper lip back up as he approached you. You whipped under your nose and pulled away your hand to see blood. He found himself looking at you often. Since you’d met, your beauty and fiesty personality had caught his eye. He didn’t want to call it a crush, but he knew thats what it was.

It’s only just a crush, it’ll go away
It’s just like all the others it’ll go away
Or maybe this is danger and he just don’t know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow

   You sighed. Not enough practice. Using your abilities was new to you. Being an Upir seemed more difficult than it was worth. You stood up.

   "Got any napkins or something?” You asked avoiding his predatory gaze.

   "Yeah. In the glove box.“ He said watching you as you got in the passenger seat and opened the glove box. You looked in the side mirror and began whipping away the blood. You were surprised Roman wasn’t alarmed. Even if he didn’t know he was Upir, it should raise a red flag that someone had similar issues. The driver door opened and Roman put your things in the small back area. You looked over at him in confusion.

   "What are you doing?” You asked throwing the tissues on the ground.

   "Taking you home.“ He said closing his door.

   "Since when?” You asked reaching to get her things. He grabbed your arm and stopped you

   "You know most people would say thank you and except the ride.“ He said pushing your arm away. You crossed your arms and glared at him.

   "Well I’m not like most people.” You spat. He groaned.

   "Are you gonna get out then? Or are you gonna close the door and shut up?“ He said waiting impatiently. You rolled your eyes and closed the door.

   "Don’t ask me to get in your car and tell me to shut up Roman.” You growled. He looked over and you and chuckled.

   "You know most girls would love for me to give them a ride.“ He said. You snorted.

   "Well most girls would also get on their knees for you anywhere.” You said feeling your anger towards him bubble up. He was so arrogant. You hated that you liked him. You didn’t want to be used by him. Not like everyone else. You deserved more than that. He quirked an eyebrow.

   "And you wouldn’t?“ He said leaning in closer. You could feel his agitation flowing from him as he challenged you. You met him halfway until you were inches apart.

   "No.” You said simply. He crashed his lips to yours angerly. And much to his surprise, you didn’t pull away.

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last
Either way he wanted her and this was bad
He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like

   You ran your hand through his hair and tugged eliciting a groan from him. As a fellow Upir you knew exact what he wanted, what he was missing from the sex he’d been having. He guided you onto his lap and moved from your lips to your neck. You planted your hands on his shoulders and threw your head back to give him better access. He gripped your hips tightly as he sucked on your neck. You could feel the hunger radiating from his touch. You grinded against the growing tent in his pants drawing out a groan from him. You felt him bite your neck, hard. You winced and smiled as you felt blood spread. Roman pulled away and looked up at you. He serched your face for a sign of distress. You looked over his blood covered mouth and grinned down at him.

   “Well don’t stop.” You teased bending down to kiss him again. You moaned at the taste of your blood on his tongue.

I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right

  You pulled away and removed your top. Romans eyes darted to the freshly exposed skin. You wached him expectantly and he got the hint. He threw off his t-shirt and began unbuckling his belt. You kicked off your pants and underwear and turned your attention back to Roman. He grabbed your hips and helped lower you onto his throbbing length. You adjusted for a second and then began bouncing. He met you half way and thrusted harshly. You cried out and he reached around  to unhook your bra and it fell to the floor. He rubbed one nipple between his fingers and used his other hand to rub your clit. You placed one hand on the window as you rode him to keep you steady. He bit his lip as he watched you and you watched as blood began to dribble down his chin. You felt something inside of you twitch and you heard your pulse pounding in your ears. You hungrily licked and suck at his neck and chin, tasting every drop. You moved back up to his lips and shuttered as your blood and his mixed. His tounge explored the inside of your mouth as his hands explored your body. He angled his hips slightly and brushed your g-spot. A moan tore from the back of your throat. You placed your hand on his shoulder and pulled away to draw a breath. He tilted his head back and you made quick work of nipping at his neck. The first taste of blood made you hungry. This taste made you starving. You couldnt help but whine as he pressed harder on your clit.

I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I wanna fucking tear you apart

   “Your cunts tighter than I thought babe.” He groaned pulling your hips down and bottoming out. He held you still as you squirmed against him. He began pounding into you relentlessly and your moans became screams. Your body grew hot and you clenched around him. You came screaming his name. He shuddered and came inside of you, slowing down and riding out his orgasm. You slipped off of him and he watched as his seed spilled out of you and down your thighs. He looked up at you.

   “That was hot. But shouldn’t we-”

   “On the pill.” You said cutting him off and getting off his lap and back into the passenger seat. He nodded. You picked up your panties and he snatched them from you. “Hey!” You said reaching to grab them back. He tssked at you and chuckled.

   “These are mine now.” He said smugly putting them in his pocket and zipping up his jeans.

   “Now why is that?” You asked crossing your arms. He looked over at your chest as he did his belt.

   “Don’t cross your arms. I like looking at your perfect tits.“ He said making you laugh.

   "Never have been good at compliments. And if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re avoiding my question.” You said picking up your bra and putting it on. He looked down as he grabbed his shirt.

   "I’m not.“ You smirked.

   "Roman Godfrey! You have a crush on me!” You said. He shook his head.

   "You sound ridiculous and juvenile you know that?“ He said pulling a cig from the box in between the seats. You grinned.

   "No I can tell! You haven’t kicked me out! You make every other girl leave right after. And I’m still here.” You said snagging uo your panties he’d left in his lap. You put them on and looked over at him.

   "I’m giving you a ride home.“ He argued. You rolled your eyes.

   "Yeah but why?” You continued, slipping on your pants. He just shook his head and lit his cigarette. He started the car and you basked in your smugness. Knowing you had cornered him. He began out of the alley and towards your house. The car ride was fast amd quiet. You gathered your things and got out of the car. You leaned through the open window.

   "Thanks for the ride and stuff.“ You said. He smiled at you.

   "Anytime y/n. And maybe you’re right. I do like you.” He said driving away quickly. You watched the small red car drive away with a smiled plastered to your face.

everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.

-

“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”

-

Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”

“Shit.”

I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you

-

“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.

“Beyoncé.”

His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.

-

Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?”

“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.

Eleven did not like that Max girl. Not at all.

Everytime she looked her she was reminded of Mike grasping her arm and helping her up while smiling at her, and why would he smile at her, he was her Mike. Hers.

And El wasn’t going to forget that just like that. So when Max punched Mike on the arm playfully after D&D game one November night, barely a week after the gate closed and they could start hoping for better times, it took all of the self control that El possessed to keep herself from making Max fall from her chair. She grimaced instead, subconsciously gripping Mike’s hand that she was holding under the table tighter. He looked at her questioningly with his dark, attentive eyes. She shook her head, looking grumpily at the game pieces. She felt his thumb tracing her knuckles and her brows relaxed a bit.

‘Okay, dunno about you guys, but I’m hungry. ’ stated Dustin, stretching his arms above his head.

‘Aren’t you always?’ Lucas raised his eyebrows. Dustin made a face at him.

'I’m a growing boy! Besides Will needs to eat more to regain his strength! ’ Dustin put a hand at the small boys arm. Will smiled tiredly, amused. It was the first time his mom would let him go out since the night when they finally set him free and he was happy to finally feel almost normal again.

'I have a pizza leaflet in the kitchen somewhere. ’ said Mike and got up, never letting go of El’s hand. 'Come on, we’ll order something. ’

They all stood up, but Eleven reluctantly let go of Mike’s fingers, grasping Max’s elbow instead, keeping her in place.

'We will be there in a minute. ’ she told Mike. He raised one eyebrow, but nodded.

'Okay. ’ he kept his eyes on her for a few more seconds. She smiled at him lighty, as if to remind him that it’s okay. That she wasn’t leaving him. Never again.

When the boys disappeared upstairs, El turned to Max, furrowing her brows again.

'What the hell? ’ Max tried to release herself from El’s grip.

'One thing. Stay away from Mike. ’ she said calmly, looking her dead in the eyes.

'What?’ Max seemed to process what Eleven was saying.

'Stay away from Mike.’ El repeated slowly.

Max raised her eyebrows and then bursted out laughing. Elevens frown deepened.

'Oh my… Are you serious? You seriously think… ’ she tried to catch her breath. 'Dude, I don’t even like Wheeler like this! We’re friends, that’s all! ’ she was still laughing.

'You don’t? ’ Eleven let go of Max’s arm.

'No, why would I? Besides, even if I did, it wouldn’t make much difference anyway, since this dumbass clearly looks like he would kiss the ground you walk on. That’s why he didn’t want me to be part of the group in the first place. He thought I would end up as a replacement for you. He wouldn’t even talk to me civilly. The kid loves you so much it’s ridiculous.’

Eleven blinked at Max and tugged at the black bandana tied around her wrist.

'Wait. ’ Max suddenly spoke up. 'Is that why you hate me so much? Because you think I’m trying to steal your boyfriend?’

'We’re not exactly… ’

'Oh, shut up, you damn well know you are. So? That’s the reason?’ Max looked at her expectantly.

'Are you sure you don’t like him?’

'Friends don’t lie. ’ said Max, remembering the phrase that El and the boys used a lot. She extended her hand, looking at the other girl questioningly.

Eleven eyed her carefully for a few seconds and then grasped her hand firmly.

'We’re okay now?’

'Yes. ’ El nodded carefully and headed towards the stairs.

’ You sure have some jealousy issues, though. ’ Max joked as she climbed them after her. ’ I pity the next girl that has the audacity to breathe in Mike’s presence. ’

'Don’t push it. ’ El muttered, glaring back at her, but the corner of her lips quirked up slightly when she turned her head.

When they arrived at the kitchen, they were greeted by boys arguing over pizza leaflet.

'What kind pizza do you want, Max? ’ asked Lucas instantly, looking at the redhead questioningly. Mike snorted, handing the leaflet to El and explaining why pizza with pineapple was a crime against humanity, standing so close to her she felt his breath on her cheek. She glanced towards Lucas, who seemed to be trying not to trip over his own feet when Max snatched the bandana from his head, using it as a hairband while grinning at him.

Eleven smirked, suddenly feeling much better about Max being part of the group. Her fingers found Mike’s again (they seemed to do so a lot these days) and she looked up at him, recalling Max’s word’s.

“He loves you so much it’s ridiculous. ”

'Everything okay?’ he asked, squeezing her hand gently. She traced the freckles on his cheek with her free hand, making him blush bright red.

’ Never better. ’

@elevenknope @mxdmax @lucassinclairstan

MY RESPONSE TO THIS EXTREME LEVEL OF COONING STARTS WITH JAMES BALDWIN AND TUPAC:

one of the great things about humanity is that the past continue in with us. we do not operate in a vacuum. no one alive today is operating in a pocket of time and space with no connection to the past. no one. so groups that have been oppressed and denied their basic humanity do not simply feel the injustice of the day in their experience, they feel the continual injustice of society towards their group(s) through the knowledge that said injustice has been happening for decades if not centuries.

black people and women (but specifically black women) should NOT be in a “i’m going to be patient with people” mode ANYMORE. it’s been centuries of oppression. oppression passed on from generation to generation to generation. centuries of black people and women (but specifically black women) being shitted on and centuries of tactics to shit on black people and women (but specifically black women) being passed on to another generation to continue the shitting. the results of which being self hatred, internalized racism, destroyed communities, brainwashed people who think their own race is base, families ripped apart and more. 

fuck all this patient bullshit. clap the fuck back! and if a white person or a man ain’t about waking up, fuck them and run them over. we can not afford to continue to lose generations of black people and women (but specifically black women) waiting on motherfuckas to wake up when we everyday see motherfuckas WILLFULLY stay sleep thus allowing the harm to peope to continue. let me say that again.

WE CAN NOT AFFORD TO LOSE ANOTHER GENERATION OF  BLACK PEOPLE AND WOMEN (BUT SPECIFICALLY BLACK WOMEN) HOPING WHITE PEOPLE AND MEN WILL TREAT THEIR FELLOW HUMANS BETTER. WE CAN NOT AND SHOULD NOT!

if a motherfucka is going to parade around here in blackface, fuck his shit up! if a motherfucka is going to throw out rape threats because he doesn’t like a woman’s opinion, fuck his shit up! if a motherfucka is going to self hate his on black sistas, lay his ass down! the time for peaceful patient negotiation is been pass. fuck all that.

and before you give me some bullshit about violence, remember:

Any situation in which “A” objectively exploits “B” or hinders his and her pursuit of self-affirmation as a responsible person is one of oppression. Such a situation in itself constitutes violence, even when sweetened by false generosity, because it interferes with the individual’s ontological and historical vocations to become more fully human. With the establishment of a relationship of oppression, violence has already begun. Never in history has violence been initiated by the oppressed.

Violence is initiated by those who oppress, who exploit, who fail to recognize others and persons—not by those who are oppressed, exploited, and unrecognized. It is not the unloved who initiate disaffection, but those who cannot love because they love only themselves. It is not the helpless, subject to terror, who initiate terror, but the violent, who with their power create the concrete situation which begets the “rejects of life.” It is not the tyrannized who initiate despotism, but the tyrants. It is not the despised who initiate hatred, but those who despise. It is not those whose humanity is denied them who negate humankind, but those who deny that humanity (thus negating their own as well).

— Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed

people are mad and angry not just for shits and giggles but because that anger is justified and earned through abuse from oppressors. fuck all this patient shit. change must be demanded from oppressors and demanding shit makes people uncomfortable. change is uncomfortable. however discomfort does not even come close to what oppression looks and feels like everyday. so be aggressive. passivity is what the enemy is banking on. our unwillingness to get our hands dirty, make some fucking enemies, push the envelop, shake people out of their comfort zone and be demanding is what they are hoping we do because that allows their evil ways to become even more entrenched and to “low key” convert more people to their dark side.

stop with this bullshit about making enemies. “you have enemies? good. that means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.” ― winston s. churchill. go out there and make some meaningful enemies. not everyone is supposed to like you so go out there and fight for a good cause and least make an enemy for a good fucking reason.

smfh, there’s always somebody who wants to give evil a second chance. always. lives have been and are being lost but always with this “be patient” fuckery. smfh. this is the most insulting coonage i’ve seen in a while. 

Misunderstandings

IMAGINE: Years ago (Y/N) and Steve were in a relationship, however something happened that made him cruelly break up with her. Now that the Avengers need her help, what will happen between the two of them? 

[gif is not mine. tell me what you think.] 

warnings: swearing, violence, angst. 

word count: 2 k+ 


(Y/N) fiddled with her pen as she stared at Fury and Tony sitting down opposite of her desk. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and smiled at them.

“Do we have an agreement?” Fury asked as he briefly looked at the contract.

Her smile became more predatory, “Fury,” she started, his last name coming off smoothly from her tongue. “You and I both know that my people look at every contract before I sign them.” 

“Get one of them here then.”

“Fury, if this is how you save the world then I really fear for the human existence,” she chastised. 

“(Y/N),” Tony waned.

She smiled, this time more friendly and happy, “Just having a laugh, Stark.” (Y/N), with her left hand pressed a button on her desk. A few moments later the door opened and walked in a well dressed man. 

“Timothy, look over this for me.”


(Y/N) looked at the Seattle skyline, enjoying the beautiful view. She paid no attention to the three men behind her, paid no attention as they debated the terms inside the contract.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? The contract is ready to sign.”

“So quickly?” She asked, not turning around.

“The terms are stated clearly, and obviously they learnt from last time.”

(Y/N) smiled as she remembered what happened the last time. Finally, she turned around and walked to them. Pen in hand, she grasped the contract and signed wherever it needed her signature.

She looked up at Tony and Fury, “Guess I’m working for the Avengers.”


Steve gawked as he watched (Y/N) strut into the conference room like she owned the place. He looked at Fury who refused to meet Steve’s gaze knowing that the super soldier was glaring at him. “What is she doing here?” He spoke loudly as she sat down.

(Y/N) smiled smugly at him, “They needed my expertise on something.”

“Like what? Killing people?” Steve tilted his head, “Or hacking into the government system illegally?” He tilted his head to the other side, his tone mocking her. 

Before (Y/N) could retort, Tony stood up, “Nope, nothing should come out of your mouth unless it’s something pleasant. Wait, no scratch that, just don’t talk to Rogers. Go to the other side of the room.” 

(Y/N) licked her lips and grinned at the two men. She pretended to zip her mouth with her finger, then flipped them off. Turning around she walked towards Nat who greeted her with a smile.

“Who’s the girl and why does Steve hate her?” Bucky asked as he and Sam watched from the other side.

“You ever heard of (Y/L/N) Enterprises?” Sam watched as Bucky nodded. “That’s her family’s company, she inherited it from her grandfather. She’s one of the most powerful people on the planet right now. In terms of money,” Sam moved his lips around. “And other things.”

“She’s a dirty criminal that’s what she is,” Steve grumbled as he narrowed his eyes at (Y/N), who was watching him intently. “She’s a stuck up criminal who plays with people’s lives for fun.” Steve turned to Bucky who was furrowing his brows. “Don’t trust her.”

“Steve and (Y/N) have a bit of history together.” Sam explained and Steve scoffed. 

Their conversation was ended as Fury called the meeting. Bucky, Sam and Steve sat directly opposite of their leader and listened intently to their new mission. Bucky, however couldn’t help but watch (Y/N). The way that she spoke when Fury asked her to, her confidence. He knew that he was looking too intently at her when she turned in her seat to face him, giving him a curious look. Bucky wanted to look away, to turn to the side, to shy away from her. But something deep inside of him urged him to look at her. It wasn’t until Sam nudged him that he looked away from her.


(Y/N) punched the bag harder, watching as the dust fall from the ceiling, she knew that one more punch and it would be hurdled across the room.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted her. 

She paused in her movements, her arm in the middle of swinging. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. Before she could turn around she was thrown against the wall, a hand enclosing her throat. She was faced with Steve, anger in his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. “Darling, didn’t you miss me?” The hand around her throat became tighter, “I guess that’s a no.”

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him another smile, and with a kick to the stomach he landed on his stomach, she quickly straddled him -pinning him to the ground. “I got a contract Rogers. Your team needs me for that HYDRA mission you received.” 

“We don’t need your help,” Steve spat.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around Steve’s shirt collar, pulled him up and slammed him down again. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t need me so much.”

“You’re a fucking traitor (Y/N), just because the team is so enamored with you and can’t see you’re just here to fuck with us again, doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

She swallowed and let go of Steve’s shirt, (Y/N) quickly stood up. “If you really think that I betrayed you Rogers…”

“You were working with HYDRA!” Steve yelled. “I saw you! I followed you and I saw you go into their compound!”

“BECAUSE BUCKY WAS THERE!” She snapped. Steve looked at her, his anger now mixed confusion.

“Bucky wasn’t in that facility. Don’t lie to me.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.  

“They transferred him.” (Y/N) sighed frustratedly, she ran a hand through her hair, then exhaled loudly, “After the events of Washington, you told me that Bucky helped you. That he was the Winter Soldier.” (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “You told me everything about Bucky, Steve. You were, you are his best friend, and he was yours. He was the reason why you couldn’t sleep at night, the reason why you still cried when I shared your bed. You were unhappy because there was a massive part of your life missing.”

“When you told me that, I knew that I could help in some way. Help you. So yeah, I used my fucking sketchy contacts and tailed Bucky and where he was kept. I fucking went there, I negotiated with those scum, pretended that I was one of them, that I was betraying the team so I could try and speak to Bucky, for you.” She stepped forward, hands now clenched by her side. “I was there for three months, I made progress with Bucky, little but it was there. He could still remember me from the previous times I snuck to see him. Remembered bits of you.” (Y/N) pushed him, Steve being too shocked again landed on the floor.

“Then you came at me that night, yelling at me. Accusing me of betraying the team, betraying you, betraying us! You humiliated me Rogers, the person that I loved and trusted humiliated me in the worse way possible.” She clicked her jaw in annoyance, “You fucking threw me from the compound. Banned me from ever seeing anyone, you sprouted lies about me!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? I thought you were betraying us!” Steve fired back. 

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TRUST ME!” (Y/N) bellowed, her eyes gathering tears due to frustration. “THAT’S WHY WE WORKED WELL! OUR RELATIONSHIP AND PARTNERSHIP WAS BUILT ON TRUST, STEVE!”

“I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I RISKED EVERYTHING AND ALMOST LOST EVERYTHING FOR YOU! AND HOW AM I REPAID? YOU HUMILIATED ME, YOU BROKE MY HEART. YOU FORBID ME TO SEE THE PEOPLE I CLASSIFY AS MY FAMILY! YOU BROKE ME!” 

“(Y/N),” Steve whispered brokenly. Tears threatening to spill down his face.  

She inhaled and looked at him coldly, “Just don’t. This is my last mission for the Avengers indefinitely. I made sure of that.” (Y/N) began walking away, only stopping to pick up her water bottle. “After this mission Rogers, you’re going to officially be dead to me.”


Steve gripped the rails tighter as he looked out at the New York skyline. Could it be true? He knew that it was. If there was one thing (Y/N) never did while they were in a relationship was she never lied to him. But some inane part of him wanted to tell the rest of him that she was lying, in order to get the guilt feeling of his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Rough night?”

He looked to his right and watched as Bucky walked towards the railing, a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” the other super soldier looked at Steve. “I have a question.” Bucky nodded. “(Y/N),” Steve started. “(Y/N), she said that she met up with you, at the HYDRA compound. 

Bucky nodded slowly.“When she walked into the conference room today, I couldn’t help but stop looking at her. I knew her from somewhere, every night I fall asleep and dream about this woman speaking so softly to me, I can never see her, I can never make out her face. Fuck, when she spoke Steve, it was like everything came back. Bits of information that she fed me about myself back then, about you.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“You’re in love with her,” Steve acknowledged.

“Well she practically brought me back, how can I not be in love with her?” Bucky laughed. “I’m not in love with her Steve, but she helped me. Without her it could have taken forever for me to come back, or maybe never. 

“She spoke about me, huh?”

“She did, a lot,” Bucky groaned good-naturedly. “You could hear it you know? The love in her voice whenever she spoke about you. I’ve never heard anyone speak about anyone like that.”

“I screwed it up Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed for a moment and returned his arm back to his side. “The love that she had for you is the kind of love that can last forever.” Bucky pulled out his wallet and pulled out two pictures. “She gave me this when I started remembering her,” he passed the first picture.

Steve looked at the image and he felt his heart clench. It was him, pre-serum and Bucky standing with ice cream cones in his hand standing somewhere in New York. “Look at the back.” Steve flipped the photo and saw (Y/N)’s familiar handwriting. On the back of the photograph it said: ‘This is one of Steve’s favourite moments with you. Look at this Bucky, remember this. Come back to Steve. Come back to your best friend.’ 

“She’s a bit pushy,” Bucky commented. “Really bossy.”

Steve laughed heavily, his throat closing up with emotion. “What’s the other photo?” 

Bucky hesitantly passed it to him, “I got this during one of her last visits. A guard came to check on me, she was almost caught. While I helped her hide, I may or may not have picked it from her pocket.” 

Steve looked at the second photo, this time a more modern one. It was him and (Y/N). Specifically him and (Y/N) on the couch, his head laying on her lap. He was looking up at her with a smile on his face, while she looked down at him with an equally great smile. Steve flipped the photo over. This time his heart hurt more than ever, he couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face, nor did he do anything to wipe them away. 

Bucky watched as Steve traced the photo and the writing over and over again. He watched as his best friend cry at what he lost. He knew the feeling, he knew what lost felt like. But then, he also knew that if someone believes enough in you, you can come back. 

“You’ll get her back.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

“Anytime, pal.”


As Steve laid down on his bed, he carefully looked at the photo again, tracing their faces, her face. He turned off his light and cradled the photograph to his chest. As he fell asleep, his heart and mind echoed the words etched on the back of the photo. ‘My heart. My equal. My soul. My love.’

The Temptation of Voices

Originally posted by xopsychogirlxo

A/N: Bucky Voices Soulmate au.

Everybody was born with a soulmate. It was part of everyday life. There were shows dedicated to the meetings and ensuing romance and passion between soulmates but not every part of the situation was good. Once your soulmate was gone you didn’t get another one and living alone outcast you from society. Everyone lived in fear of the day the voice in their head would disappear forever.

You lived in fear of losing your soulmate. Watching your mother deteriorate into a barely surviving shell after your father was killed in a car crash left a streak of fear that chased off any loneliness. You dreaded the day you would meet the voice in your head because you knew once you fell you’d never manage to crawl back up.

Over the years you’d perfected tuning him out and lived a life like that of your best friend Minnie. She’d lost her soulmate at the tender age of eleven and had just gotten along with her life. Your voice was usually silent anyway, well it had been for over two decades until around six months ago when you’d started hearing a low gravelly voice commenting on your everyday life. It was unsettling to say the least, especially because it was so sweet. The temptation just solidified your resolve to avoid him at all costs. Losing him would kill you.

You were locking up the coffee shop you owned after a busy day. It was just down the street from the former Stark Tower and got a lot of tourist business. All those strange people who liked to sit outside and watch the doors hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the avengers. Personally you’d never seen the appeal but that may just be because in the battle of New York your cute little shop had been blown to pieces. You were allowed to have your bias though especially when you’d actually met Tony Stark once and the experience was less than pleasant.

He’d come into your shop a few months before he went missing and ordered everything on the menu just to spite his friend. When you and your girls had finally finished running around and getting all of his drinks set out on the counter he’d just smirked and raised a brow at his friend before throwing a wad of cash on the counter and strolling out empty handed. It wasn’t the arrogance that pissed you off, it was the disrespect towards you and your staff that made you swear you’d never serve him again. Apparently he’d changed but you were sceptical. A douche of that proportion would never change.

You set off walking to your apartment glancing around instinctively. It was still early evening but it was too quiet. Goosebumps raised along your arms and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Crossing your arms, you began to walk faster. Something didn’t feel right.

What’s wrong? His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You crossed your arms and marched on ahead determined to dismiss him and the silly notion that something was wrong.Look I’m sorry for whatever I did but I can feel your fear. If you’re in danger please just tell me. I can help. You snorted to yourself in derision. Who did he think he was? You didn’t need some knight in shining armor to save you from the chilly evenings of Manhattan. It’s a dangerous city doll. That didn’t change. You just carried on forward, at least until you saw someone move out of the corner of your eye. You grabbed the compact from your coat pocket pretending to check your makeup whilst looking behind you. A few men were stood talking together. Looking at you every now and then. This could not be happening. This sort of thing only happened to idiots who went out alone at night. You sighed with a scowl.

Shit. What? I think I’m being followed. Fuck. Where are you? You weighed the risks for a second then thought: I’m not telling you that, who the hell do you think you are? This is not the time for misplaced pride Y/N, please just tell me where you are.

Sweat gathered at your temples as you flitted between your choices. Put yourself at the risk of getting half of your soul torn away or see what what would happen if the creeps behind you caught up. It won’t be anything pleasant doll and I’ll have to hear it all through here. I can’t bear witness to you getting hurt. You looked behind you before you made your decision and saw one of them smile at you with full teeth. His eyes were dead.

You bit your lip as your resolve hardened further. I’m just passing Star-Avengers Tower. What?! Really? Go inside right now. Your brow furrowed at his tone but you ducked through the rotating doors anyway. All of the gimmick stores and odd shops were closed but you walked over to the cafe in the corner anyway and sat down on one of the uncomfortable metal chairs left out. The receptionist gave you a funny look but continued with her work. Figured, she must be used to a lot of weird shit happening around here. Oh, you have no idea.

You watched the windows to see if your stalkers would walk past but the streets were empty apart from the odd straggler getting into a cab. It was actually more unnerving having them out of sight.

Suddenly a large man in workout clothes vaulted over security and ran towards the doors. He was beautiful in a rugged sort of way and you couldn’t help but be transfixed by his long dark hair swaying with his movements. You didn’t even process the metal arm until he spun around and scanned the lobby. His eyes finally landed on you but you were staring at his arm. The place where it met his skin looked seared and painful. That must’ve been excruciating.  It was. Your eyes snapped to his in shock.

“James!?” You shrieked in disbelief. He nodded and walked over to you with a strange sort of cat like grace. You noticed his footsteps made no noise. At all. “How-what-are you kidding me?” You sputtered. “What are you doing here?” You looked him over again “Dressed like that?”

He pulled up a chair and sat opposite you perfectly composed. “I live here doll.”

A/N Part 2 

Part 3

Part 4

Everything’s Better with a Beard

Steve x Reader
Smut
WC: 1889
Warnings: Swear words, masturbation, oral sex
Summary: Reader has a crush on Cap and wonders what he would look (and feel!) like with a beard…
AN: I feel like I haven’t been giving Steve enough love lately plus with all the commotion about Cap with a beard, I had to give this a go. Though I will admit, everything is better with a beard…Also, I’m kinda wordy…sorry


It was one of those nights where just the girls were hanging out. It was a rare opportunity and a nice feeling, You were all at various levels of intoxication sitting together around the living room area and conversation flowed as easily as the wine.

“You know, we probably should have made more snacks,” mused Pepper, always looking out for everyone.

Maria and Natasha snorted, “Please,” replied Natasha, “Eating just means less room for wine!” She raised her glass in a toast, “To us!”

Everyone cheered.

“Ugh, what’s with this lumberjack look?” commented Maria, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Whatever happened to clean shaven, respectable looking men?”

“Now now,” Pepper scolded her, “Goatees are pretty sexy,” she smirked.

“That’s because a goatee is groomed, but a beard? Yuck,” Maria retorted.

“I don’t know,” you chimed in. “I’m of the personal philosophy that a beard makes everything better.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “I think some men just suit beards… Though I suppose the true test is if they look good with a beard and without one.”

Maria disagreed, “But beard burn? Eww. I’m a grown-ass lady. I don’t need evidence of my necking.”

You laughed at her, “First of all, how old are you? Who says necking? Secondly, I dunno… there’s something about the roughness of it… All scratchy and manly.” You could feel yourself blushing, as if you had said too much.

Just then, the guys entered the room. You were fairly certain that they hadn’t heard any of the previous conversation. You took a long swallow of your drink, hoping it would cool you off.

The topic of conversation turned to the upcoming mission. You were one of the two remaining behind as your particular skills weren’t needed so you didn’t really pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you casually observed your friends, one in particular, until Natasha elbowed you.

“You’re staring,” she muttered to you.

You felt yourself turn red again. Apparently you weren’t as casual as you thought you were.

Leaning into you, she whispered, “I wonder what Cap would look like with a beard.”

You had often wondered the same thing.

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Newcomers Pt6

“EAT IT!!!”

“NO”

“I SAID EAT IT!”

“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts throwing Karen off him and running out the door.

“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made chocolates above her head.


The two Humans screaming and running past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company. That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.

“What happened to you?” Dr Loop asks.

“Sergeant Stabby got me” he replies.

“Why do you keep it around and why the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”

“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby, he is war hero you know”

“IT is a cleaning machine”

“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves our respect”

“But-”

“SHHHHHH here he comes”

Sergeant Stabby made his way into the Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.

“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop said

“Cho”

“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the norm for you race to be so….nuts?”

Cho smiled “You’ve never been to Terra have you?”

“No”

“Shame, because if you think we are crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”

Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”

“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”

“But still  for wound like this to stop bleeding so soon”

“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you worked on Humans before”

“I have studied Human anatomy yes”

“But actually worked with one? In person before we got here?”

Dr Loop did not like his skills being questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of their skills.

“It matters not, I know all the ins and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest of your backwards and primitive kind”

Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm for a sec” he asked.

“Why?”

“Just trust me”

Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.

Cho licked his arm and a split second later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.

Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on his feet.

“Guess you forgot our saliva is like acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.



The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.

“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.

“You are a coward and weak, you let the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”

Chief Goolack stood up straight, the chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show his disgrace.

“I am a Benemar and I fought for our people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule. Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies. They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge me as a coward for respecting strength?”

“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too much power, power they are taking from us”

The court cheered and banged their weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles against their armour.

“Let this cry go out across to the star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”


The Benemar all over the Alliance suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High Chief has risen the banner”

Many thought this was the Benemar about to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.


Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing but the Humans obliged.

The fun did not stop there.

Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge, maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.

She smiled at him and gave a nervous smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator suddenly and harshly stopped.

“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the sudden change of momentum.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but go response, there was no power to the that call button either. Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.

“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.

“The baby is coming” she panted.

“Baby? What baby?”

“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!! she screamed and he jumped.

“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”

Cathy sat down as her water broke and leaned back.

“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.

“What…what is your name?” she asked.

“Depit”

“Depit, come here I need you to help me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she grabbed it.

“I don’t know what to do” Depit said.

“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I squeeze!”

“What?”

“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.

“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted at him.

“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze it”

It then dawn on her that Humans were far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.

“Why are you screaming what’s happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.

“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING IMBECILE!”

“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”

“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE BABY OUT!”

“OF WHERE!!”

“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”

Another contraction came and she screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.

This went on for over and hour till finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.

“Okay…okay” she said to herself with Depit fanning her with his wings.

“How long does this usually go on for?” he asked.

“My mother was in labour for 32 hours with me”

“32 HOURS!”

“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the contractions have stopped”

“What happens next?”

Cathy looked at him “Next comes the pushing”

“Elong births are lot…faster than this”

“You’re a bird race, you have it easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get between my legs!!”

Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself and Depit froze.

“What do I do?”

“Catch!”

“Catch?”

Cathy burst into laughter “I’m kidding, just guide it out”

Depit got ready and Cathy screamed again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were shaking.

“I can see the egg”

“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”

“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.

Cathy started breathing again and moved her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell into Depits arms.

After the baby began crying he handed it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.

“It’s a boy” she said.

“No wonder your race is so tough, you endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through it to bring one of your own into the world”

“And we do it over and over again, I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What did you say your name was again?”

“Depit, my name is Depit”

Cathy smiled and looked down at her son “Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”

Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his people. “You would do me that honour?”

“Of course, you brought him into the world, well I did most of the work but still”

“Thankyou” he said smiling.

“Oh beware of the after birth”

“The what?” Depit said looking down just as it slumped down in front of him.


In the higher levels and completely unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell by their Captains face that something had happened.

“Men and woman of the 8th Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar launched a full scale assault on Terra”

The air became heavy as if every Human and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.

“The battle is still going on and all Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready to go yesterday!!”

The Humans didn’t say anything and as a single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them. The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10 minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.

Within 2 hours the Humans were all loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their Alien friends and set off for Terra.

The Benemar continued their assault, unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware of the armada coming for them.

Days of the week: Friday (smut)

Words: 1476

Warning: Smut, couch sex.

A/N: For the anon who requested movie session with Jimin, I put it here ^^

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin l Saturday - Taehyung l Sunday - Jungkook l



  *Hey, Y/N. I would like to watch a movie with you. Do you wanna it? Huh… You will come anyway, right? But… Well, yeah. Movie. Huh…  Can you come at 8 p.m.? Can you?  ~Jimin~*


 Well, shit. That week was being tiringly as fuck. You had fucked every day. You had been fucked every day. Your body was completely wrecked. You had three days left. And three boys. Now he sent you that text. Just to have you more anxious than what you already were.  More expectative growing up. Fuck.

  You spent all your day sleeping, skipping one more day of class. My grades are gonna get lower than hell. But it was worth it. You could run to reclaim it later. But watch a movie? He didn’t want to have sex? I mean, not that you wouldn’t love to spend time watching a movie with Park Jimin, but… sex is sex. Or was he planning something else?

When the moment finally came, you did all those stuff again. Got dressed, make up, went to the hotel and got into the penthouse. You were still shy, of course, but were kinda used to them. And so did they.

  “Come in, Jagi” Jimin greeted you as he opened the door. His hair was falling on his forehead, his lips were pinkly inviting and you were going crazy just with the sight of him.

  You got in and looked around. Empty. Nobody. Were where the others?

“They are… out. Huh… food. We are alone” he murmured, his broken English making him even cuter.

“Oh, I see” you said. You both stayed there for a sec, staring each other.

“Well, huh. Let’s watch a movie?” he asked, his eyes shining.

“Sure. What are we watching?” you asked and he gave you three options of movie. ‘A walk to remember’, ‘13th Friday’ and ‘fifty shades darker’. He signaled you to choose, and you thought about the options. Maybe with fifty shades he would get horny. Or not.

 You did choose “a walk to remember” and he looked at you with surprise and smiled.

“Good.” He said and put the movie.

 You both sat on the couch and he pulled you to get closer, cuddling. You snuggled in his arms, he kissed your head and the movie started.

 A few minutes later you weren’t paying attention on the movie anymore, your mind was traveling among the things you wanted him to do. You wondered when he was going to kiss you, to hug you closer, to… everything. You felt your inside getting warm by the thoughts of him doing all those stuff to you, but didn’t move.

When the movie was in its half, you felt Jimin’s body getting restlessness. What? He started to hold you tightly, rubbing your arm softly, squeezing your thigh and stuff. Your body was shivering under his ghost-touch.

   “Are you ok, Jimin?” you asked innocently. He looked down at you, your head resting on his shoulder.

 “Honestly, I am bored” he said simply. He kept staring at you and your cheeks got red. You looked back and he did hold your face with one of his hands. “Don’t you wanna do something more… interesting?” he said, brushing his lips against yours slightly.

 “I-I, I think I do” you answered and he kissed you immediately. You closed your eyes, moving your lips against his as you both tried to find a pace. His kiss was the sweetest till that moment, the most passionate, less aggressive. And you loved it. His tongue caressed yours carefully, as if he was afraid to hurt you or something. You hugged him by his neck, getting up so straddle his legs. You were now sat on his lap, both your sensitive parts touching each other. His hands traveled down from your head to your butt, caressing your back all the way down, sending you shiver. He started kissing your neck while his hands were holding your ass, massaging at it as his lips worked on your soft skin of your neck. Even his sucking was soft.

  The kiss was getting hard to control because you both were still on the couch, but you didn’t care. You started to take off his shirt, but he stopped you and pulled away from your neck.

 “What? Did I do something wrong?” you asked worried. Why did he stop you and pulled away?

 “No, it’s just… you have heard the rumors, right? That I am worried about my… weight.  I prefer not to take off my shirt.” He said, not looking at you.

That wrecked you. How could he think that he was anything less than perfect? And how could some people talk so much shit to make him think he is not perfect?

 “Oh my God, you kidding me Chim Chim? You are wonderful. Your body is perfect. You are hot” you said, kissing his lips, “beautiful” you said traveling down to his neck and sucking at it, “and kind and cute” you said, taking off his shirt slowly. “Don’t you dare to let anyone talk shit. You are perfect” you kissed him, but this time in the most passionate way you could.

  You took off his shirt, stopping everything for a sec to take a look at his body.

 “See? You are wonderful” you said and before you could so or say something, he moved and now you were laid on the couch with him between your legs.

 “I want to see your wonder” he said and kissed your neck, pulling your shirt up and taking it off. He wasted no time in taking off your bra, exposing your boobs. His eyes widened at the view of your bare chest and started sucking your nipple, your hands pulling his hair.

 “Jimin…” you whimpered.

 “Yes, Jagi?” he whispered against your boobs

 “Take off my clothes already” you said. You felt his smile as he traveled down. His hands, slowly, started to pull down your skirt and underwear, his eyes not leaving yours and you blushed under his intense gaze, but you didn’t look way. . You were now totally exposed. He immediately put his mouth on your pussy, watering it, sucking at your clit. But he didn’t keep sucking you; instead, he kissed you, making you taste yourself. His fingers were playing with your entrance, teasing you. You needed to feel him. You palmed him through his pants in answer, and he groaned.

He pulled away, but only long enough to take off his clothes, showing you his gorgeous dick. Shit. He pulled himself over you. Without warning he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them inside, making you let out several groans and moans, your head falling back. He took off his fingers and placed his tip on your entrance, pushing in. You thought he would let you adjust, but he didn’t, thrusting in and out roughly. Shit, how did he change from cute to rough so fast?

You would never get enough of how amazing he looked when pleasure overrode his face. Then, he stopped moving. You whimpered.

 “Don’t worry. Ride me” he said, laying back and spreading his legs. Shit, he looked so confident now and that was sexy as fuck. You went over him, lowering yourself onto his hardened dick. His hands landed on your hips, holding you tightly as you started to fasten your movements. You were moving up and down roughly, your skin hitting against his, and you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You started moaning, and remembered of his promise of the day before:  “I hope you still have some voice available Y/N, because I’ll have you screaming for me even louder tomorrow”. OH.

  His hands found your breasts, squeezing it hotly, sending a lot of pleasure down to your pussy. You were about to reach your edge when he stopped you from moving.

 “I want to fuck you from behind” he said. He didn’t have to say anything else. You got on all fours, exposing your butt for him and he wasted no time to push in. His pace was already rough and fast, making you scream his name while he was leaning in to lick your earlobe while thrusting. He thrusted deeper into you, and before you knew, you were cumming around him. A few thrusts later he came right after you, let himself go inside you, the sensation making you close your eyes in pleasure.

  He pulled out of you and stood up.

 “You want something? Water…” he said, Shy-Jimin appearing again. You just nodded, shy as well. You stayed there, sat, and suddenly, the front door opened. Before you could hide, Taehyung and Jungkook appeared, and you covered yourself as best as you could.

  “Oh look. Are you already ready for me?” Taehyung said, walking towards you and your naked body.

Welcome to the prank wars *Colby Brock*

*Requested by https://letowolfie.tumblr.com/ *

hey, could you make a Colby Brock one shot where the reader is his girlfriend and the two of you prank Sam? :) thank you:))

A little long but in a way imagines and one shot are sort of the same thing.

“What’s up it’s s- wait wrong channel,” Colby said making you laugh. “Hey guys it’s Colby and I’m here with my girlfriend (Y/N). We’re going to be reading comments on her pictures and my pictures and then we’re going to go through each other’s DMs.” He explained handing you his phone while taking yours.
“You know the relationship is real when you guys have each other’s passwords and a thumbprint.” You said as you unlocked Colby’s phone. You showed the camera his lock screen. You guys had fallen asleep on the couch during movie night and Aaron took a picture to send to Colby because he said it was too cute to just ignore.

“Comment number one.” You started, “I really need Colby to realize how much I love him and how he’s changed my life so much.” You read.
“Awee, I love you too,” Colby said. “I love all of you, you guys are amazing and without you in wouldn’t be in this room filming this video.” He added with a smile.
“The next comment is, Colby is daddy asf but we all know we’re not the only one calling him that.” You read. “Who else is calling you daddy Colby?” You playfully asked.
“Brennan, Nik, Corey…the fans hopefully you.” He listed. You pushed his arm rolling your eyes.

The questions went on for awhile until you guys finished the video, he switched the SD card placing that one by his computer before starting his camera.
“Okay guys, so as you know Sam and Kat pranked us last week so we decided revenge was in store for this. (Y/N) and I have a really good relationship. We don’t fight that often and when we do they’re the smallest arguments that we fix right away. Now normally she’s over every single day until she either has to work or she has other plans so we’re going to set up a fake argument and she’s going to storm out and not come around for a few days and then when she does she’s going to text Kat and ask if they can meet up or something. She’s going to say some things and hopefully, Kat will tell Sam and Sam will tell me.” Colby explained.
“Also I feel like this is more of a prank on us because we have to be careful about facetime, phone calls and texts because I see Colby every single day which might sound excessive but we’re just so used to it being that way.” You started to explain. “But if Kat doesn’t tell Sam, then I’ll tell Sam the same thing because we know Sam tells Colby pretty much everything.” You finished as you stood up.
“Here we go, guys,” Colby said before turning the camera off. He kissed your cheek before heading downstairs. You followed after him waving at everyone as they were in the game room.

“How did filming go?” Sam asked. Colby gave him a shrug before going into the kitchen. 
“It was fine.” You told him before following after Colby once more. Colby was filming on his phone so he made sure the screen wasn’t showing as he stopped to turn to you.
“It was fine, that’s what you call it?” He asked.
“It’s not even that serious Colby, we could have talked about this upstairs in front of everyone.” You told him keeping your voice low.
“That way you can keep this perfect imagine in front of all of them?”
“Colby it wasn’t a secret! I wasn’t hiding anything.” You continued.
“COREY!” He yelled, “I have a question.” He said as headed to the game room.
“Colby I swear to God, don’t bring them into this. Can we handle this like two adults because that’s what we’re supposed to be adults.” You fired at him. You could see Aaron and Elton’s face, they were obviously both uncomfortable and confused. Sam looked shocked because you two didn’t yell often, Devyn and Kat looked anywhere but at you and Corey….poor Corey looked as if he said the wrong thing he’d be screwed.

“If Devyn got a dm from some guy and he was being sexual and she was like I’m not interested but he kept going you’d want to know right?” He asked. Corey nodded. “What about you Sam? You’d want Kat to tell you right?” Sam nodded as well.

“Well I’m not Kat or Devyn and you’re not Corey and Sam. I don’t need you fighting my battles or bringing our friends into this.” You yelled at him.

“Why? Something you need to hide?” He asked you.
“Are you, I’m going home.” You told him as you headed back to the kitchen to grab your phone.
You left shortly after feeling proud of the setup. Now it was just time to wait.
As you predicted the wait was the worst, you fell asleep with him on Facetime every night unless he was out with Brennan so the fact that even when he was at home you couldn’t do it was a little stressful.
In a way the week without Colby was also good for you, you hadn’t realized how much time you spent with him and his friends, you didn’t exclude your friends, you just hadn’t spent much time with them recently.

The plan came full circle and instead of talking to Kat first you and Colby decided to just go to Sam. Colby had said he was hanging out with Brennan and Nik so you took advantage and called Sam and asked if you could talk to him.

“Do you want to talk in my room or down here?” Sam asked as he let you in the house, you motioned to go upstairs, he nodded leading the way even though you knew where everyone’s room was. “So what’s going on? You and Colby haven’t talked since that whole argument?”
“I’ve tried to call but he won’t answer.” You said as you sat on Sam’s bed. “I think he’s done with me.”
“He’s in love with you.” Sam started but you stopped him.
“Don’t say that…it’ll make me feel worse. I love Colby I do, he’s so sweet and kind but I don’t think I’m in love with Colby.” You tried, “I think I wanted to be in love with him so bad that this break made me realize that I’m not.”
“Well, that’s bad news,” Sam mumbled. “You’re going to tell him right?”
“How do I do that? How do I look him in the eyes and day hey, I’m not in love with you…I can’t do that Sam.”
“You can’t just lie and say that you do…it would be better to just be honest.”
“And break his heart and ruin that smile that everyone loves to see?” You said quietly, the actual thought of you hurting Colby destroyed you.
“How about you stay here and when Colby gets back the three of us can talk?” Sam asked.

You had texted Colby and told him to get back to the house as quick as possible which was a lot faster than you would have thought. The three of you sat in Colby’s room, silent. Sam was the one to break it.
“I’ve never seen you two argue like that…I thought you loved each other.”
“What do you mean? I do love her.” Colby finally spoke.
“I love you too Colby…I’m just not in love with you.” You said quietly, Sam stood up.
“There’s also something I need to say to you,” Colby told Sam. “WELCOME TO THE PRANK WARS BROTHER!”
“Oh my God! I was worried about your relationship. YOUR relationship guys!” Sam laughed as he fell back on Colby’s bed.
“Hey, we did a lot for this prank.”
“What pretend to be apart, I knew I heard you facetiming someone but I wasn’t sure if it was (Y/N) or Brennan,” Sam added as he got up. “I’m leaving, I’m getting you guys back and it’s going to be a living hell.” Sam finished before leaving.
“Let’s never do that again.” You said as you wrapped your arms around Colby.
“You should stay the night. Movies and popcorn because it’s been five days.” He said with a smile, you nodded in agreement.

Lust & Errors 04

Rated: M

Warning: Excessive graphic smut, age gap, marijuana usage.

SummaryStep brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: Hell has frozen over and the sun has rose in the west. Part 4 is here, and I have no explanation for the tremendously long wait. “✐” means flashback and two of them means end of flashback. 

Words: 23,982

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A long yawn escaped your lips in the middle of your explanation of a math problem. You covered your mouth as it gasped with the yawn and leaned back in the hard, wooden chair, desperately wishing it would somehow turn into your bed.

“Tired?” Jungkook asked, looking down at a piece of paper as he hurriedly wrote down what you assumed to be a note.

“A little.” You admitted with a sleepy drawl, too tired to hide the fact that you were tired and your eyes scanned over the page in the book you had been reading from, trying to find where you stopped.

When he was finished writing down his note, he glanced up at you expectantly, but once he noticed the sheer exhaustion painted plain as day on your face and weighing down your body, he sat up straight himself and cleared his throat. “We can stop, you know. If you’re tired.” His voice was a bit rushed and he sounded kind of guilty. “I-I’m sorry.” He chuckled, but it sounded forced and nervous.

It was odd to see Jeon Jungkook act nervous, when you were so used to cocky smirks and his overly confident attitude. But if there was one thing you noticed while tutoring him for the past two weeks, it was that tutoring him was a lot different than you had initially expected.

You had figured he was secretly some math genius and had only asked for your help in order to get into your pants. After all, it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that you were a virgin. And guy’s like Jeon Jungkook, loved girl’s like you.

Well, at least that’s what you thought.

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Can You Be a Good Boy, Max?

-An alternate view of Episode 8 if Max had gone to get his bear himself


“Little Maxwell?” Pikeman smiled as his two lackeys drug the small boy into their tent.

“Give it up! I want it back and I want it fucking now!” Max yelled, grunting as he was thrown to the ground.

Pikeman walked over to the desk in the far corner of his tent, holding up the mentioned item by the scruff of it torn neck, stuffing falling to the floor.

“Oh this? This is just trash, what could you possibly want with this.”

Max ran for it, jumping to snatch his poor bear from the acne covered freak, but was kicked away mid air. Max slid back on his bottom, wincing in pain as he gripped his stomach.

He wheezed, trying to gain back the air knocked from his lungs. Pikeman approached the younger boy, waving the stuffed animal in front of Max’s face.

“You want this back don’t you?” Max reached up in vain, Pikeman holding it inches from his reach.

Panic started to course through his body as the thought of not getting his bear back.

“Give it back!” He whimpered, arm stretching and quickly retracting to cover his aching chest that protested every movement.

Pikeman squatted so he was eye level with the curled up boy.

“You’ll get it back, but you’ll have to be a good boy, Max.” Pikeman’s mouth stretched into a wicked grin, Snake and Petrol shared the same smile, but Max didn’t care.

He had to get his friend back.

Pikeman lowered the bear closer to Max but still kept it from his reach.

“Can you be a good boy for us, Max?”

Uncertainty shown through his eyes, but the sad state of his bear made his heart drop.

Pikeman could see the boy’s uneasy state and gently grab the bear’s head, tugging lightly at the loose stitching. The head hung sadly on it’s last few threads and Max cried out, jumping up for the bear only to be grabbed by the front of his hoodie.

“Can you be a good boy, Max?”

Max nodded pitifully, tears, that he refused to indulge in,  welling up in his eyes as he stared at his stuffed animal.

“I’ll be good, please.” Max whispered, he casted his eyes to the floor.

“You will get your toy back once you prove it.”

The Wood Scouts shared a laugh, as the boy’s face fell even more, and they knew that this would be very eventful.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get through that?” Max yelled, as he clenched tightly to the sash around his chest. He wanted his hoodie back.

“It’s a simple ropes course, Maxwell. I’m sure you can handle.”

Max turned to protest but saw the bear in Pikeman’s hand.

“Especially with the raised stakes.” The teen added, and Max gulped facing the course again.

He fell, and fell, and fell. Over and over again, and the more he fell the more Pikeman got frustrated.

It had been the fifth time Max had gotten stuck in the rope bridge and fell flat on his back. His body was covered in bruises and his muscles ached.

As he stared up at the ropes hanging above him, he thought of how easily Nikki would climb, not thinking, just trusting where her hands fell. She never second guessed whether or not her feet would slips through the hole of the net, she just climbed.

Pikeman coughed loudly into his fist, Max stood up to face him in time to see him tug harshly on the arm of his bear. The seam split, stuffing falling to the ground as the teddy’s arm was easily ripped off.

Max yelped as if he was physically pained by the bear, but knew there was only one way to get him away from the torturous teen.

Max ran to the start of the ropes course, speeding through the sections he had become familiar with and stopped at the rope bridge. He’d just have to crawl across.

Just like Nikki, don’t think. Do. Fearless like Nikki’ Max thought.

He sped across the bridge, let his hands pull him and not second guessing where his feet fell.

Before he knew it, he sat huffing in front of Pikeman at the finish, fighting to catch his breath.

Max rose to his feet and stared up at the soft toy, then glancing at Pikeman, his eyes silently begging. Pikeman stared at him hard, eyeing him up and down, and hummed as he came to a conclusion.

“You went through a little ropes course, so what? Do you think that’s enough to be rewarded? I don’t think so. You still have more to prove.”

Max frowned, frustration from his constant failing and from the denial of his favorite toy made tears well up, but he refused to let them shed.

He stomped his foot, “How is that any fucking fair you asshole?”

“I suggest you apologize.” Snake spoke up and Max looked to him, the fire revived in his eyes.

“Fuck you and fuck him! Just give me the bear back assholes! It’s not your’s so give it to me!”

“Stop throwing a tantrum!” Pikeman commanded, and Max was one second away from showing the boy what a tantrum really was. But he settled on giving him the finger before he thought of moving on to such drastic measures.

Pikeman rolled his eyes at the bratty behavior, and turned away from him. He stalked off, Max yelling obscenities behind him.

“Petrol!” Pikeman barked, the boy quickly stood at attention, and Max immediately shut his mouth (earning a dark chuckle from Snake) suddenly afraid of what Pikeman would have the other boy do.

“Make him run the course 10 more times. Then we’ll see if he’s ready to apologize.” He didn’t even turn around to speak to him, and Max’s eye went wide as Petrol lead him back to the beginning of the ropes course.

Max was littered with bruises and scratches. Some poorly bandaged by himself with his tattered sash and others were left out to the open after Max had been sent to his tent without food for ruining his uniform. He was gifted a bandage after he slammed his face into a rock wall and Pikeman had so generously gifted him the bright pink bandage that laid across the bridge of his nose. The other scouts laughed at him for the color of the bandage.

“Are you ready to be a good boy, Maxwell?” Max jumped, wrapping his arms around himself, and looked up at the older teen, his large blue doe eyes staring at him uncertainly.

Pikeman squatted down to his height and leaned in close.

“You’ve been training to be an excellent camper, and you were promised a reward when you proved you were a good boy. You’ve made us very proud in the short time you’ve been here, and we were easily able to overcome all that bad behavior. The reward will come if you can do this.”

Max wrapped his arms around tighter and looked at the other two scouts for approval. They grinned at him, giving the small boy a thumbs up as encouragement. Max still looked like a frightened and wounded animal despite the encouraging looks, he could tell in some way this would fall back on him and he’d end up punished once more.

His legs began to shake as he thought of the task before him, but turned back to Pikeman, knowing how much he hated when Max didn’t keep eye contact.

Pikeman stood and offered his hand out to Max who gently took it, he nervously chewed on his thumb as the walked toward the door.

“Posture, Max.” Pikeman reminded without looking to the boy. Max stood up straight, but didn’t stop chewing on his thumb, something that had come to replace holding his teddy bear, who was currently stationed in his troop leader’s tent.

Pikeman took a catalogue that was carried under his arm and passed it too Max.

Before Pikeman could remind Max the plan, which consisted of following the rules of intense eye contact and always smile, (and if push came to shove, stick your foot in the door and demand they buy the popcorn) the door opened to reveal a rather pretty young woman.

She seemed pleased to greet the children, and this eased the anxiety that gripped at Max’s chest.

Max looked to Pikeman who tilted his head to the lady at the door, and Max passed her the catalogue.

‘Bull shit it like Neil. Fight through it like he does, be strong like Neil.’’

“M-my name is M-M-Max and I’m with the W-Wood Scouts, M-ma’am.”

She laughed and bent down to his height, and reached out to gently squeeze his cheek.

Max resisted the urge to flinch, and gave the woman a weak smile, her hand were very warm.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest scout there ever was! How’d you get all them bruises, honey?”

Max looked down and began to shuffle his feet, his thumb had returned to his mouth, and Pikeman began to panic and was going to interject.

“I went on a ropes course.” Max told honestly, like Pikeman had taught him. They spent a whole day on telling the truth after Max had lied about sneaking through the older teen’s tent searching for his reward.

Max never lied again.

“Oh yeah? What else did you do?” Her heart absolutely melted at the nervous scout, he was  clearly upset by having to talk to a stranger and he was just the most sweetest thing she had ever laid her eyes on. She’d have tell everyone at work about the cute scout that visited her.

“I went rock climbing, and swimming, we did archery once, and we went hiking one day.” Max racked his brain, trying to think of what else they had done in the month Max had been stuck with the scouts.

‘Tortured, I was definitely tortured. And beat publicly and humiliated, and they broke me over a stupid teddy bear that they haven’t let me touch or see inweeks.’ Max fought down the voice that had suddenly broke through in his head.

“Oh, how exciting!” She stood up straight after petting Max’s wild curls. (Which Pikeman had tried to tame, and almost shaved off, but that was one fight Max won.)

“You’re selling popcorn? That’s neat. Have you been down this whole street?” She asked, flipping through the pages of the catalogue, finding some eye catching flavors.

Max furrowed his brows as he thought and found himself chewing at his nail.

He looked up at her from under the loose curls that fell on his forehead. Pikeman always said to keep eye contact.

“N-no ma’am. You’re my first customer.” He flinched when she gasped, he wondered if he had said something wrong and if Pikeman would be upset. What if he was sent to bed without dinner again? Or made to do chores, or have to sleep outside in his sleeping bag again?

What if Pikeman struck him again?

The right side of his face tingled at the thought.

He hadn’t called any of the Wood Scouts a name after that incident, even when he really wanted to. Even Snake had felt bad for him.

“Well, how about I make myself a memorable first customer! I’ll buy three big bags of this caramel corn!”

Max smiled up at her, eyes wide as he thought of how proud Pikeman would be.

Max turned to look at him, hoping to see some sense of happiness behind the stern yellow eyes, but his smile quickly fell when he met Pikeman’s gaze.

Pikeman was studying him up and down, trying to solve an equation very much invisible to Max.

The lady offered Max the catalogue as she went off to fetch her check book.

Max clutched the paper to his chest tightly, and began to shake under Pikeman’s intense gaze. Max’s eyes darted around as if someone was going to jump out of nowhere, but he stayed put because his leader hadn’t told him it was time to leave yet.

The lady returned to the door and offered Max the check, which he accepted with a quick nod.

“Thank you for the popcorn dear! Have a good time at camp okay?” She gently shut the door, and Max turned to stand in front of Pikeman who wordlessly offered his hand.

Max kept his eyes downcast as they trudged back to the bushes where Petrol and Snake had hidden themselves.

Pikeman had a tight grip on Max’s hand, and the smaller boy couldn’t help but whimper in pain as the tight grip continued to grow.

The acne ridden teen didn’t offer an apology, only loosened his grip upon hearing the noise Max had made.

The others stood at attention once Pikeman and Max rounded the corner into the thick brush.

“How’d it go?” Snake asked, taking the papers from Max’s hand. He gasped letting Petrol stare at the check.

Petrol gave him a thumbs up, and Snake patted his shoulder. Max felt his chest swell with hope at his reward.

“This is amazing! This is more than we’d sell in a month.”

Max tilted his head in confusion,”But it’s only three ba-”

“Don’t talk back, Maxwell.” Pikeman chided, eyes staring at nothing as he lost himself back in thought.

Max stood up straight and kept his eyes downcast, when did he come so used to this routine? The routine of hiding himself.

“Let’s go back to headquarters, I think we need to rethink our entire plan.”

“You’re crazy!” Snake gasped, staring at the paper in front of them.

Max wasn’t allowed to sit at the table with the high ranking scouts, so he sat next to Pikeman’s chair, picking at grass that had tried to sprout under the Meeting Tent.

“I would have said the same thing myself; however, Maxwell proved me wrong.”

Max looked up when he heard his name mentioned, and was met with a cold hand brushing back- no, petting his hair, as if Max was his pet. Pikeman seemed proud of him, and a Max began to feel his own pride flow inside him.

“So your lap dog has finally done something right?” Another troop leader laughed, and Pikeman scoffed at the name. Max frowned, keeping the snide comments he would have loved to make to himself.

“Maxwell will you please stand on the chair.” Pikeman stood up and pushed the chair back to give Max room to climb on.

Max could feel the whole room’s eyes settle on him and he chewed on his thumb, fighting the red color that overcame his cheeks, and was trying his best not to slouch. They always teased when Pikeman corrected him on something as simple as slouching.

“Max is small and very thin. He’s shy,” He gestured to the blush that settled on his cheeks, and easily wrapped his thumb and middle finger so they touched around Max’s upper arm.

“He fidgets nervously and is the youngest of the Sleepy Peak troop. He screams weak, and gentle.” The other’s leaned forward, clearly interested in what Pikeman was trying to prove.

“He’s adorable. And that’s what sells.” A few uneasy glances are passed around the room, Pikeman coughed to bring them back.

“Think about it, colorful cookie names, vibrant boxes with cutesy animal designs, and most of all shy and dainty Flower Scouts to sell them. The Flower Scouts sell because they play to the people, they don’t need to intimidate because they’ve already manipulated them into buying just by batting their eyes and being cute. “

“It’s even in the name! When you think of flowers, you think of pleasant plants and sweet smells? Now what do you think when you hear the word ‘Woods.”

“You’re onto something, Edward.” Another troop leader agreed.

“I think it’s time to reconstruct are popcorn selling plan, and our looks, but for now I think it’s time to take care of some business.”

Pikeman gently lifted Max off the chair, as the scouts began to discuss the new plan, and set him on the ground.

“It’s time for your reward, Max.” Pikeman’s face had gone gentle, and Max willingly took his hand.

Snake and Petrol followed the duo back to Pikeman’s tent where Max was instructed to sit on the cot and wait.

Max kicked his legs, his whole body buzzing with excitement upon getting the chance to see Mr. Honey nuts. His heart raced as he thought of the many night he would hold his friend close, and how all anxieties would creep away from Max when his friend was with him.

He couldn’t help the creeping smile that had somehow found its way onto his face. His adorable plush friend he hadn’t seen since the ropes course on his first day. He had made it, he had been a good boy and he would finally get back his bear. What he had fought for since day one.

Max saw Pikeman’s feet come into view from where he was staring at the ground.

“Maxwell, you may look up now.”

Max whipped his head up, his wide grin and sparkling eyes falling as he saw his bear.

It was mostly deflated, most of the stuffing had fallen out, and the bear has several missing limbs, it only had its right arm and its left leg was hanging by a single thread.

The bear was missing both eyes and it’s head was void of stuffing.

Pikeman held out the pieces, growing more frustrated by the second.

“Go on Maxwell, take you reward.” He urged, confused on why the boy looked so sad after he had just gifted him back the prized toy that made him join the Wood Scouts.

Max took it and as soon as he touched it the head fell off and rolled away.

“Yes, Maxwell you’ve earned this. You’ve proven to the other troops that the Sleepy Peak district is one of high standard, and that we can turn anyone into an honorable scout. It’s certainly shown and will reflect on my reputation.” He bragged, Max knew that the earlier pride he saw was not meant for him.

No one was expecting the weak sob that fled the boy.

‘David wouldn’t cry, fight it, be strong like David.’ Max tried to convince himself but he could feel the burning tears begin to well up.

“He’s ruined!” Max cried, a familiar fight rising in his chest. He threw the body at Pikeman.

Tears blurred his vision and he didn’t fight against them this time, sobs wracked his tiny frame.

The sobs turned into screams as Max released almost a month’s worth of emotions that had been pent up inside of him. The frustration, the anger, the sad nights, and the fear rang through his screams.

He slammed his fists on the cot, his screams only increasing in volume as his tears fell faster and more frequently.

“M-My Bear!” Max wailed, curling in on himself, his mind raced with the picture of holding his ruined comfort item.

“M-Maxwell, please, stop this.” Pikeman stared at his friends for help, having never experienced Max having a crying fit, Snake and Petrol looked as equally afraid.

Snake went into action shoving the pieces of the torn bear into his leader’s hands, and Pikeman in turn held them out to Max.

“W- We can fix this Max. We’ll fix this dont worry! We can sew can’t we!” Pikeman knew for a fact he couldn’t and he turned to his friends who shrugged in response.

Max continued to wail, smacking the ruined pieces of his teddy out of Pikeman’s hands.

Guilt flooded the Wood Scouts, and Pikeman moved to comfort the boy.

He’d pat his head and tell him he was proud! That had always made Max happy in the past.

But he only cared for it because it meant he inching closer to get his bear, Oh..

Pikeman stared at the remains of Mr. Honey Nuts.

 Or maybe not.

The flap to Pikeman’s tent opened and he whipped around quickly to shoo the stray scout, who was clearly enticed to peak by the screaming, off but froze when he met eyes with a familiar tall man.

A small scout tried pushing the older man back, “He just came stomping through here and all his campers are raising a riot all over camp!”

David stood tall, eyes dark, bags layered under his eyes from sleepless night that had been haunting him for almost a month.

“I heard from a good friend at the bar that a curly black haired boy sold her Wood Scout’s Popcorn. Said he was tan skinned, with the widest blue eyes. Said he was covered in bruises.” David chuckled darkly.

Where’s my camper at?” He spat, and as if on cue Max let out a loud cry behind Pikeman, too lost in his crying fit to notice his camp counselor who came to rescue him.

Cries from the outside surrounded the tent, some about a girl who was climbing and wreaking havoc, and about how their phones and other electronics had been hacked. More filled as the other yellow shirt wearing campers flooded in.

Pikeman shrunk as David stalked closer.

Nikki and Neil hurried for Max to get into the middle of their bed.

Bed was a loose term, it was actually their three cots pushed together since the two campers couldn’t bare anymore separation from their friend.

Max rolled his eyes but got under the covers letting his two friends get comfortable on either side of him.

Neil dug under the bed and passed the patchwork bear to Max, as was routine for them, as it had been for the past week.

The yellow and brown fabric that covered the bear didn’t even show signs of ripping as Max gripped it tight, and his friend were gentle as the cuddled close to their friend, not wanting to press against any wounds.

David peeked in a few minutes after lights out had officially been put in place, scratching at his bare neck sheepishly when Max smiled at him as was routine for them now.

Before David could even get in his own good nights, Max’s friends had been anticipating David’s arrival.

“Good night!” Nikki screamed with her eyes still closed.

Max fought back his urge to flinch, and smiled at his friend’s antics.

“Yeah, night, David.” Neil yawned.

Max felt Neil’s back press against his own.

“Night ass hat.” Max said, faux annoyance in his voice.

“Goodnight my Camp Campbell campers.”

anonymous asked:

Rfa+ V who have MC who wears sexy stuffs bec she's confident w her body then one day while they are walking in their date someone catcalls her then she's like: "aight *removes earings* honey hold my earings" then proceeds in beating up the cat caller

thiS DEADASS HAD ME WEAK OMG. this is a good request and i’m more than happy to do to it! lmao this is my first headcanon so please don’t like, obliterate me if it’s really bad lololol ~amanda


YOOSUNG:

  • both of you had decided that you needed a day out together, so you planned date night to a nice carnival nearby
  • it was a bit too hot outside, so naturally you dressed appropriately for the weather
  • CROP TOP AND SHORTS
  • when you two arrived at the carnival, you guys decided to hit up the ferris wheel 
  • as you made your way there, you walked past some dude who gave a look
  • when you walked past him, you heard his whistle at you and say “damn mami, why don’t you come over here so i can be a man to you~”
  • BITCH
  • yoosung froze and looked at the guy angrily
  • you whirled around, glared at him and in a low voice said “yoosung, hold my bag”
  • wait what
  • mc what are you doing
  • you stormed over to the guy and socked him right in the face
  • wow yoosung’s never been so sh ook in his life
  • you started screaming, saying how that’s utterly disgusting to hear from a man and that you’ll beat the shit out of him if you he comes near you again
  • the guy was beginning to get frightened as he held his bruised cheek
  • as you walked off into yoosung’s arms, he kept praising you and telling you how badass that was
  • lowkey wishes he was the one who punched him instead but mc was having her moment of confidence and triumph so he let it slide
  • “that was so cool mc! i didn’t know you could punch like that!”
  • there’s a lot of things you don’t know i could do, babe


ZEN:

  • in celebration of getting the new role, you two decided to go out to a nice restaurant
  • which means you! wearing! a! dress!
  • this dress was a short black one with a low neckline but you loved it so you decided to wear it lol
  • zen loved it also so bonus ;)
  • as you two sat down at your table, you immediately noticed that someone was staring you down
  • zen hasn’t noticed since he was too busy being excited over his new role
  • you didn’t tell him, since you didn’t want to ruin this night with some dumb staring
  • however, the man that was staring at you wouldn’t stop
  • homeboychillthehellout
  • zen noticed that you were somewhat distracted so he asked you what was wrong
  • you were honest and told him how some dude was staring you down
  • zen narrowed his eyes and turned around, looking at the dude straight in the eyes and mouthed “fuck off”
  • the dude stopped looking at you for the rest of the night
  • however when you two were leaving the restuarant, he followed you and came up close to you
  • he placed his hands on your hips and mumbled “let me steal you away from this asshole and take you home with me”
  • you glared at zen, who was looking at the man so angrily
  • as zen was about to choke this dude to death, you held up your hand to stop him
  • as soon as zen stopped, you turned around
  • AND FUcKEd thIS DUde UP
  • you slapped him so hard and started screeching at him, telling him to fuck off
  • “i have a boyfriend and you have the audacity to put your hands on me when i belong to him?”
  • ZEN HAS NEVER BEEN SO PROUD????
  • as you pushed him away, zen was cheering you on
  • “go mc! show him who you belong to!”
  • when you walked away with your knuckles slightly bruised, you huffed and held onto zen the rest of the night


JAEHEE:

  • movies, movies, movies!!
  • you two were so excited to see the movie that zen was in
  • which means you were also wearing your zen merch! you were wearing a crop top (with zen’s face on it) and leggings that hugged your curves
  • as you two were walking around outside the theater for a little bit, you noticed that someone was looking at you and whispering to your friend
  • yes look at me bitch and look how hot me and my gf are
  • the man that was whispering decided to walk up to you and pull you close to him, mumbling how attractive you and jaehee were
  • that’s not what i meant
  • jaehee stared at him in shock and was about to say something until you pushed him off you and started telling him that was he did was completely inappropriate
  • “get the hell away from me and my baehee before i chop your balls off”
  • the man kept making advances to you and finally, you finally resorted to physical violence
  • which means
  • JUDO JAEHEE AND MC
  • BOY WERE YOU GRATEFUL THAT JAEHEE TAUGHT YOU JUDO
  • JUDO KNOW WHAT I CAN DO, DON’T TEST ME
  • as soon as you roundhouse kicked him, that dude was out
  • jaehee was so happy that you kicked him first because if she did, homeboy would’ve been ded
  • as soon as he was on the ground, jaehee pulled you close and asked if you were okay
  • you nodded and kissed her, telling her that you loved her as a reminder
  • jaehee.exe has crashed


JUMIN:

  • FA NCY REST AURA NT
  • FA NCY DRESS
  • WITH HEELS!!!!!
  • jumin had decided to take you out to a nice dinner and you wore a lacey red dress with black heels to kind match with jumin, who was wearing a red tie and black suit
  • damn mr. trust fund kid and his girl lookin flyy
  • when you entered the restaurant, you immediately felt a little uncomfortable
  • since everyone seemed to nOTICE YOU THE SECOND YOU OPENED THE DOOR
  • specifically this one guy who literally was drinking in your soul with his eyes
  • jumin sensed that something was up with you and wrapped an arm around your waist
  • “darling are you okay being here? you seem… tense”
  • you assured him that you were fine and insisted on sitting down
  • you had accidentally dropped your purse when you walked in so you bent down to get it
  • wrong move mc
  • the man who had been staring at you had walked by and slapped your ass, saying how “thick” you were
  • you never stood up so fast
  • and guess what
  • YOU THREW YOUR PURSE AT THAT FUCKER
  • jumin watched in surprise as you started flinging anything you could get your hands on, just to hit the guy who just catcalled you
  • “SLAP MY ASS ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL YOU CUT YOU AND YOUR FAMILY”
  • jumin never knew how agressive you could be
  • and it was lowkey a turn on
  • he lead you away from the guy to prevent you from killing him
  • was upset that you caused a scene but realized that it was kinda necessary because the manager heard the commotion and kicked the guy out
  • good job mc


SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG

  • you two had decided to go grocery shopping since all saeyoung had was honey buddha chips and dr. pepper he wasn’t complaining though lololol
  • it wasn’t really date but then again it kinda was because everything you did together was considered a date
  • it was also really hot outside so say hello to say hello to strapless rompers :)))
  • the whole time you were in the store, saeyoung was complaining about the heat
  • “shut that mouth boi before you catch these hands”
  • “but it’s so hot mc!”
  • you were in the frozen food aisle getting hot pockets
  • and of course saeyoung started asking pointless questions
  • “will these make my pockets look hot?”
  • “saeyoung no”
  • when you opened the fridge door to get them, you heard someone say “damn lady, you sure got some cake”
  • saeyoung turned around to find a man about his age edging closer to you with a smirk on his face
  • as he opened his mouth to bitch at the guy, you turned around also and whacked the man with the box of hot pockets
  • “if *whack* you *whack* ever come *whack whack* near me bitch you will *whackity whack whack* catch these motherfuckin hands pervert *whack whack*”
  • saeyoung was laughing so loud and shoving the guy away from his mc
  • “go back to whatever rat hole you came from and leave me and my girlfriend alone mofo”
  • as soon as he left, saeyoung gently pinned you against the fridge and started kissing you, mumbling how attractive and badass you looked for rebuffing the guy’s action
  • rip all nearby shoppers for seeing you guys ;p


V/JIHYUN:


  • picnic!!
  • you and V had been planning this picnic for a while and since you knew it was going to be a little hot, you wore a short sundress which showed off your legs
  • ur nice legs lolol right V
  • you two were unloading your picnic basket and chattering away
  • as you two sat down on the grass under a tree, there was someone who was reading a book nearby
  • you noticed him before but didn’t think much of it. you didn’t think he’d say anything to you since he was reading
  • boY WERE YOU W RO NG
  • before you sat down, the guy started whooping near you, calling you a “lil snack”
  • activate V’s jealousy
  • he stood up to say something but you quickly shut him up by handing him your phone and one of your sandals
  • mc where are you going why’d you give me your sandal
  • with the other sandal, you made your way to the guy and
  • WHIPPED HIM SO HARD
  • OHMYGODMC
  • “BITCH CALL ME A SNACK ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL MAKE YOU EAT YOUR DICK. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT AS A SNACK, HUH??”
  • you wouldn’t stop hitting him until he started pleading mercy and V pulled you away
  • V was so amazed and proud he didn’t even think twice about kissing you right then and there
  • STAY AWAY FROM HIS MC YOU PIECE OF–
Let Me // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: prince jungkook au where he always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and y/n is new to the kitchen staff. soon they become friends and maybe something more. (definitely something more who am i trying to kid)(also request was rlly long so i summarized it)

words: 3820

category: fluff + once again, fond!kookie

author note: never apologize for long requests bc that is how i survive. also, someone seriously needs to stop me from writing about fond jungkook bc ya girl can’t get enough. anyway, please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by jeonilys

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My armour (Montgomery De la Cruz x Reader)

Warnings : Swearing, mention of rape, mention of domestic violence. Justin being so miserable should be a warning too (my little nugget). Spoilers, so if you haven’t seen episode 11 yet and don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read it! Also, my terrible writing skills.
Word count: 3798.

Originally posted by chriswoods

A/N: To anyone who reads this, thank you and sorry. This is the first (and probably last) time I post one of my imagines. Bear with me guys, as English is not my native language. It’s really long and I’m sorry about that but I got carried away. I hope you enjoy it still! I SWEAR IT’S A MONTY FIC EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE IT AT FIRST!


Glancing down at the bottle of beer she was holding, Y/N sighed. She was starting to feel bored, her only occupation for the last five minutes being to watch the droplets slowly slide down the cold surface of the bottle. It’s been almost three hours since she had arrived at Bryce’s. At first, it was fun. She chatted with her friends, ate some junk food they had ordered and watched a movie with some of them. But now here she was, sitting on the armrest of the couch next to her boyfriend who was currently playing some sort of video game with another boy, while Jessica, Zach and Bryce were playing cards on the table nearby.

Swiftly bringing the beverage to her lips, she finished her drink and put the now empty green bottle on the coffee table in front of her before turning to look at her boyfriend – Montgomery. His eyes were focused on the TV and his brows furrowed as he quickly pressed random buttons on his controller, doing his best not to let his character die.

Y/N smiled to herself as she watched him, thinking back to the day he asked her out for the first time, almost six months ago. She had turned him down at first, because of the reputation he had regarding girls. But after a few weeks of him making efforts; leaving cute notes in her locker, walking or driving her home and even showing up at her doorstep with a bouquet of her favourite flowers, she caved in – finally accepting to have dinner at Rosie’s with the one and only – Montgomery De la Cruz. The date went surprisingly well and now here they were, five months later, still together and incredibly happy.

Y/N’s phone buzzed in her pocket, signalling that she had an incoming call. Standing up, she excused herself, even though nobody really paid attention to her since they were all concentrated on their games. She frowned at the caller ID – Justin, it read, her best friend. They’ve all been waiting for him to show up for quite a while now, why would he be calling her? She closed the glass door behind her as she stepped out of the house and walked a little further into the garden before answering.

“Hello?” She asked, glancing back to the pool house and the jocks who were playing table foot close-by.

“Y/N, thank God. You have to go to Bryce’s, Jess is there and you’re the one who lives the closest to him, and-” Justin rambled, worry filling his voice which made Y/N frown again.

“Jus,” She cut him off “I’m already there. We all are, actually. We’re waiting for you.” She explained and waited for him to say something but as seconds passed, he stayed silent. She could still hear him breathing thought, so she knew he hadn’t hung up on her. “Justin?”

“Fuck. Yeah okay, we’ll be there in ten.” He said and ended the call, leaving Y/N standing in the middle of Bryce’s garden confused as ever.

Putting her phone back in her pocket, she made her way back to her friends. Monty looked up at her as she sat next to him, taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. He left a quick kiss on the top of her hand and watched fondly as a small smile formed on her beautiful face. They might have been dating for only five months but he was deeply and madly in love with that girl. She has changed him so much, for the best of course. He couldn’t help but smile back at Y/N as she slid down the armrest right into his side, wrapping her arms around him.

“Monty, come on! We’re gonna get killed again!” Matt, with whom Monty has been playing the whole evening, whined, elbowing him in the ribs to get his attention. Montgomery groaned in annoyance, pressing his lips to Y/N’s temple before going back to the game as she went back to being bored.

Only a few minutes passed before the door to the pool house opened again. Y/N turned around, a big smile plastered to her face as she knew that her best friend has finally arrived. She was beyond happy to spend some time with him, as they haven’t seen each other much these last couple of days. But her smile was replaced by a frown as soon as she saw him. Justin was clearly angry, his eyes cold, his lips pressed in a thin line. Alex was right behind him, walking slowly, his head hanging low. Bryce turned around as well as he heard the boys enter, a big smile made its way to his face.

“Justin! Alex! About fucking time you guys. These cards are getting stale. Come on, sit down.” He said, inviting both boys to join in the game.

“Actually,” Justin started, glaring at Jess who kept on avoiding making eye contact with her boyfriend. “Jess and I had this thing planned.”

“Pff, no we don’t.” Jessica scoffed, shuffling the cards for another round.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the couch, watching the encounter between her best friend and his girlfriend. She hadn’t even noticed that Monty had paused the game until he grabbed her hand with his, squeezing it comfortingly. The girl’s eyes briefly met with her boyfriend’s before she turned her attention back to the other couple, who was full on fighting by now. Worry filled her eyes and her heart broke a little at how wretched her best friend looked. He had bags under his eyes, his cheeks were slightly red. Y/N has known Justin for almost her whole life. Ever since they were little, they were inseparable and always had each other’s backs. They’re both very protective of each other, and know everything about each other. Y/N is one of the rare people who has seen Justin cry, she’s one of the rare people who’s always willing to help him when things go down at his house, with his mother or her boyfriends. And he helped her multiple times as well. He helped her when she was lonely, when her parents would leave for weeks because of work, when they would argue; he helped her with bad break-ups, with everything. The Justin she knew was so much different than the Justin everybody saw. So seeing him so miserable always hurt her as well.

Somehow Justin ended up sitting facing Jess, his eyes not leaving her as she continued paying no mind to him. Zach awkwardly coughed before explaining the rules of the game to the boy.      

“Don’t worry, I got you stakes.” Bryce said to Justin once Zach finished talking. “Your girlfriend has been playing with my money all night anyway.” He smirked as he passed some cash to the basketball player.

“Alex, sit down!” Jessica finally piped in, ignoring her boyfriend’s glances once again.

Y/N couldn’t help but wonder why Jessica was acting so strangely tonight. Her eyes shifted from Alex to Jess, and then back to Justin. Her eyes caught Justin’s tired blue ones for a second and she gave him a weak smile, as to tell him that ‘everything is going to be okay’. But he brushed her off, his jaw clenching as he turned back to Jess who was now dragging Alex to the table. Y/N sighed, usually Justin would smile back, sometimes even nod at her as to say ‘thank you’.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Monty whispered into Y/N’s ear, his lips only an inch away from her ear as he did not want anyone else to hear him. He knew his girlfriend hated fights, and that she hated seeing her best friend like this. Y/N turned to her boyfriend smiling slightly, grateful that he was trying to get them out of that uncomfortable situation. Her lips parted as she was going to give him an answer, but she was quickly interrupted by Justin.

“Jess, what the fuck?” The boy raised his voice, glaring at Jessica who was now comfortably sitting on Bryce’s lap, a wicked smile plastered to her face. Eventually Jess faced her boyfriend, who was barely containing his anger by now.

“Your deal.” She spat coldly at him as she gave him some cards.  

“I don’t wanna play fucking cards right now.” Justin growled, pushing himself closer to her over the table.

“I said, your deal!” The brunette yelled and threw a few cards in his face, causing him to jump back a little in surprise.

“Shit.” Monty said, grabbing Y/N’s hand again and tugging at it as he stood up, ready to leave before the argument turned into something worse. But he barely had time to pull her to him before Justin stood up as well and started walking towards the exit, expecting his girlfriend to follow him. But as she didn’t, he took a step back and gripped her arm, yanking her away from Bryce. Y/N gasped as she watched her best friend violently pulling his girlfriend out of the pool house.

“Let’s go.” Monty said looking at his girl with soft eyes, ready to take her as far as possible from the argument. He intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s and let her out of the little building. But once outside, things got even worse, much to Y/N’s dismay.

“Don’t touch me like that. Don’t you ever touch me like that.” Jessica screamed as she broke free from Justin’s grip. She pushed him away, making him stumble back a few feet, her eyes full of rage.

“Buddy, calm down.” Bryce said calmly, taking a step towards the couple in an attempt to lighten the tension.

“Stay the fuck away from her!” Justin yelled, approaching his former best friend, anger radiating from his tall frame.

“What is your problem, Justin?” Jessica questioned, clearly irritated by now. She looked from Bryce to her boyfriend, her bottom lip trembling.

Surprise was written over everybody’s faces, except Y/N’s. She was more concerned than surprised to be honest, as she knew that the couple was going through a rough path. She didn’t know that it was that bad, though. Y/N averted her eyes from the couple and focused on the dirty floor instead.

“Why the fuck are you here with Bryce?” The fight went on as Justin cried out, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

Y/N didn’t want to witness the fight anymore, she had had enough. Deciding that it was better to leave, she pulled her boyfriend away from the small group. But she stopped in her tracks as Zach spoke up.

“Guys, this does not need to happen.” He said calmly, looking between the three people concerned – Jessica, Justin and Bryce.

“Maybe it does.” Alex said as he took a step forward, bringing all the attention to him. Y/N was over confused now. She did not understand a single thing, and frankly, she did not want to.

“Tell me why you care.” Jessica pleaded softly.

Blocking everything and everyone from her mind, Y/N let go of Monty’s hand, slowly making her way away from the group and out of this whole drama. She couldn’t take the screaming, the pain, anymore. It reminded her of home way too much. She took only a couple of steps before Justin’s voice caused her to freeze in the spot, and what he yelled out made her breath hitch and the blood in her veins run cold.

“Because he fucking raped you!” Silence filled the air after Justin’s outburst.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her ribcage, her breaths short as she turned around only to see Jess let out a loud sob and Justin charge at Bryce. She watched with tears in her eyes as Zach held Justin back and her boyfriend held Bryce away from the other boy.

He raped her. He fucking raped her. Y/N’s eyes landed on Bryce and for a mere few seconds his eyes caught hers. There was no emotion in them whatsoever. No guilt, no regret, nothing. His stare was cold and caused shivers to run down her spine. The girl looked away as she felt sick to the stomach. Only thinking about it made her ill. Y/N had always known that Bryce was a heartless bastard who had no respect for anyone, especially women, and treated everyone like trash, but rape? It was something she wasn’t expecting, even from him. The sound of Jessica’s palm colliding with Justin’s cheek brought her back to reality. She looked over at her best friend who was standing in the middle of the little circle that had formed, with a clear handprint on his left cheek and tears falling from his eyes as Jess pushed past him, storming away.

Y/N’s gaze followed her and without really thinking it through she ran after the girl, stumbling a little over her own feet as her mind was still somewhere else. Catching up with the brunette, she softly put her hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking further away. Jessica flinched away from the girl’s touch, her eyes sending draggers at her as she continued on her way to her car.

“Jess, hold on.” Y/N said, her throat dry and voice hoarse. Rolling her eyes, Jessica turned to face the other girl who was playing with her fingers, obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation.

“What?” She spat, a quick laugh leaving her lips as she noticed a tear sliding down Y/N’s cheek. “Why are you crying?” She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for an answer as she played with her car keys.

“You… You shouldn’t be driving right now, not in this state of mind.” Y/N croaked out mentioning to the keys with her hand, not really knowing what to say to the girl. Contrary to popular belief, Y/N did appreciate the young brunette, she considered her a friend now; and that’s why she followed her out there in the cold night trying to help her, to comfort her.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N. Just leave me alone.” Turning back on her heel Jessica trotted over to her car. However, the other girl refused to let her go and ran up to her, swiftly taking the keys from the shaking girl before she could even open the vehicle, and then taking a step back in precaution. “What the fuck do you want?” Jessica yelled in her face, her pupils dilated because of the tears, but also because of the anger she felt at the moment. “Why don’t you go comfort your ‘oh so great best friend’?”  

“Jess, let me at least drive you home.” Y/N whispered calmly, dodging her question once again. She took a step forward, expecting the girl to give up and just let her drive her home safely. What she wasn’t expecting, though, was the harsh slap that she received once she was close enough. The sound of the keys hitting the asphalt filled the air as Y/N brought her hand up to her red and already swollen cheek in surprise.

“Leave me alone.” Jessica repeated slowly, her eyes filled with tears and pain. Y/N watched with wide, glassy eyes and her mouth agape as Jess picked the keys up. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, she just stood frozen and watched as her friend got into the car and drove away into the night.  

When Monty had suggested to spend the evening with some of their friends at the pool house earlier that day, Y/N was surely not expecting things to end up like this. It was supposed to be a fun night; a group of friends hanging out together after a stressful week. A night filled with laugher, music and alcohol. But things never go as planned, do they?  

Minutes passed but Y/N hasn’t moved yet. She felt quite stupid to feel so hurt by her friend’s actions, as they were totally justified – she has been raped, for God’s sake. A slap seems so meaningless compared to what Jessica is going through but it still pained her, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling this way. It brought back too many memories. It reminded her of all the times her mother would push her around when she’d do something bad. It reminded her of all the times her father would yell at her until she cried after she brought home a bad grade from school. But most importantly, it reminded her of all the slaps, punches, pinches she would receive from both of them once she grew older; and always for such stupid reasons like being caught kissing a boy, or getting home a bit too late.

Y/N was full on sobbing now, her body shaking as she sat down on the pavement in front of Bryce’s house. Her hand stroked her hot cheek softly, careful not to hurt it even more.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice brought the girl back to reality. Her eyelids fluttered, letting some tears fall all the way down her cheeks and to the ground. Monty approached the girl slowly, joining her on the ground.

“Mon…” She breathed out, her big Y/E/C eyes meeting his. The boy’s lips curved into a small smile at the nickname only she was allowed to use. He used to hate when others called him that, ‘Mon’, but it sounded so nice coming out of her lips. He brought his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest, his chin resting at the top of her head. He could feel her whole body trembling and it made his heart ache. He wished he could just take the pain away.

“What happened, love?” He asked quietly, his hand running up and down her arm in a comforting manner. Y/N looked up at him, her bottom lip quivering. And that’s when in the dim light from the street lamp he noticed the red print on her left cheek. His heart thumped harder in his chest, his grip on her tightening as he placed a sweet kiss on her forehead to calm himself down.

Montgomery wasn’t angry at Jessica. As maddening as it was, he understood why she had done it. She wanted to be left alone to cope with things, but Y/N being her lovely self wanted to help her. Jessica couldn’t know that this action would cause Y/N to breakdown. She wasn’t aware of what the girl went through when she was younger, and what she’s still going through at home. But Monty was very well aware of his girlfriend’s situation. Hell, he almost beat her father up once when he noticed a few bruises on her ribs during one of their make-out sessions. He couldn’t comprehend how Y/N’s parents could do this to their own daughter, but he was glad that she had opened up to him about it. He promised himself that he’d always protect her from them, and from anyone else who would try to harm her in any way.

Leaving one more kiss at the top of his girlfriend’s head, Montgomery stood up, reaching out for her with his hand which she took after a few seconds of hesitation. It was nothing new to him, she’s always suspicious of everything when she’s in physical or psychological pain. What mattered was that in the end she’d always fully open up to him and let him help her.

“Let’s get you out of here, babe.” He said and waited until she nodded her head to lead her to his jeep.

The drive to her house was a very short one as Y/N lived only a few blocks away from Bryce. Usually the couple would hang out and spend nights at Monty’s house, as his parents accepted their relationship more than Y/N’s, but this time her parents were away for a week and an empty house was always better.

Getting out of the car Monty quickly ran to the passenger’s door to help his girlfriend out. He led her to the front door, opening it with the spare key he had.

Minutes later Y/N was comfortably sitting on her bed, her legs hidden under the soft duvet while her boyfriend rummaged through her tidy room, getting DVDs out. A light smile formed on her face as she watched him. She was so thankful to have him. He was her everything and he didn’t even know it. He was her reason to get out of bed in the morning, her reason to go to school, her reason to keep going. He just meant so much to her.

“I’ll go get the snacks.” Monty said moving towards the bed and handing Y/N the DVDs he had found. “You pick the movie.” He smiled affectionately at her.

“Forget the snacks, just come here.” Y/N pleaded, making grabby hands at him and giving him a big smile. Her eyes weren’t dull anymore, they were shining again. The smile wasn’t a forced one, it was genuine. She pouted at him as he still hasn’t moved and just observed her, making him roll his eyes at her jokingly.

“Move then.” Monty pushed the covers off Y/N’s legs only to pull them over them again once he laid down next to her. Forgetting about the DVDs, Y/N laid back next to her boyfriend, clinging to his side. He chuckled as the girl laid her head on his chest, making her punch him playfully in the stomach to make him stop moving. Her fingers danced over his clothed chest as she replayed the events of the day in her head again. A smile crept onto her face once more as she thought about how sweet and caring her boyfriend has been; not only today, but ever since they started dating. Monty’s hand moved up to her face, cupping her cheek softly. He tilted her head back to make her look at him. His heart filled with joy as he noticed her smile. God, how he loved her smile.

“You okay?” He whispered, pushing a few lose strands of hair behind her ear. Y/N leaned up, pressing her lips to his softly in a sweet kiss.

“I’m okay now.” She mumbled into the kiss, pulling away right after. Monty’s arm snaked around her waist, bringing the girl even closer to him as her hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers playing with his hair. He moved down a bit, so their faces were on the same level, his forehead pressed to hers. They stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours, but was actually only a few seconds as Monty’s thumb started stroking Y/N’s cheek lovingly.

“Good.” He murmured before pressing his lips to hers, but this time in a much more heated kiss filled with love and passion.


Well, that was crap.

Tagging a few people just for this imagine;
@xbarrjallenx and @ans-atkins because they’re two of my favourite 13rw imagines blogs and I’d love to have their opinion on it (+ xbarrjallenx helped me out with the title so a big thank you to you hun).
@arch1eandrews because I promised that I would tag you, as you’re the one who pushed me to finally post something, ily.
@5saucefanfic because I love you so much and you’ve been pushing me to post something too, and you helped me out with this, so thank you.

I’ll probably regret that and might delete it later.

You Didn’t Have to Lie!  [ A.A ] - Part 1

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Summary: Archie and you have just gotten into a massive fight which leaves the both of you very heartbroken. You see each other in the halls of the school but have never had the guts to confront one another since that night. 

Word Count: 1420

Warnings: Quite a bit of angst

A/N: I’ll probably end up doing a part two to this but like only if anybody wants me to lmao. Anyways, this is super duper angsty and I don’t know why I enjoyed writing this so much woops.

Italics are memories 

Part Two

You would see him from across the hall every now and then, his eyes flickering everywhere but the spot against the wall where you always stood and waited for him after class. He knew you still waited there for your other friends and he also knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself away if he even glanced at you for a simple second.

It wasn’t something that you didn’t see. You knew he was ignoring you ever since that night together in your bedroom. He lied to you and crushed your heart to pieces but you still couldn’t stand that he had the nerve to ignore you after the things that he had said to you.

None of the things he had said were completely true. He spoke his mind yet he managed to still say the wrong thing. As soon as he had arrived home alone and frustrated, his throat hurting from the argument that he had sparked between the two of you, he realized just how much he didn’t know about himself.

He didn’t know that he does love you and that he does need you. He finally noticed that he let himself go too far with the lies that he had told you. It took him too long to realize that he loves you. More than anything and anyone else in this world which the both of you live in.

But by the time he had finally come to his senses, it was too late.

Archie was too scared to confront you about what had happened between the two of you. He knew better than anything that he really screwed up and he really just wanted to fix things and go back to how it was before that retched argument.

“Okay, Arch,” you say, a devious smirk gracing your lips. Your head rested on his lap and he sat with his back against the head of your bed. You were playing an impossibly childish game of truth or truth while stuffing your faces with Oreos. Locks of his red hair fell over his forehead, almost covering his eyes and his lips were locked into a lazy smile. You were happier than ever and more content than you had ever felt before. “What was the worst lie you ever told?”

“I-uh-” Archie knew that technically, he didn’t have to spill what his worst fib was, but he knew it had to come out sooner or later. It wasn’t a small thing; it was important. His blood runs cold as he contemplates whether or not he should just say the truth. He didn’t blame himself until now–until it was time for him to give up on a lie that he had been telling for several months. A lie that he didn’t have the guts to come clean about.

He had been lying to you about something bigger than he thought up until then. He knew that it would hurt you and that’s why he never told. He never told because he was scared to. Because, you were the least deserving person and you were nothing but the kindest most golden hearted person that he had ever met in his life and he didn’t want to be the one to break your heart. Archie couldn’t recall why he had lied to you in the first place–he couldn’t remember why even when he tried his hardest to do so.

“Archie,” You whine, your eyelids lifting to meet his own. You repeat your question, “What was the worst lie you ever told?”

“I love you.”

“Oh,” You mutter, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. Your voice was smaller than he had ever heard and you were now by his side instead of on his lap. “To who? If you don’t mind me asking.”

His heart dropped at the look on your face. You were oblivious. Innocent. And he instantly regretting letting the words leave his mouth. But he knew that it was time for him to come clean. It was certain that he did feel something for you–it just wasn’t what he led you to think.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Archie mumbles, “but it was you.”

“What?”

“I did not fall in love with you. I fell in love with the people we could be, the conversations we could have had, the desire of everything that could happen between us. I fell in love with the idea that someone like me would fall in love with someone like you. But I did not fall in love with you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then?” You were getting angrier and flustered and more confused by the second. It was as if your heart was a glass and you could feel every crack and vibration as it shatters against the hard truth. “Why did you lie and tell me you love me? Why didn’t you just stop and tell me instead of lying to my face every single day?!”

Archie winced at the tone of your voice mixed with the tears that were beginning to fall down your cheeks. He took a deep breath.

“I-I’m so-”

“Don’t lie, Archie,” You mutter, “please, no more of it.”

You’re stood up when he’s finally able to say something.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to-”

“Oh, don’t give me that, Archie,” You interrupt him, running a hand through your hair. He frowns, pushing himself off of the bed so that he’s standing in front of you.

“I made a mistake! I didn’t mean any of it any of the times I said it and I’m sorry but none of it was real! Like I said, I wasn’t in love with you, I was in love with the idea of us–”

“You didn’t have to lie!” You almost scream, thankful that your parents were out of the house.

“Can you just let me speak?!” Archie breaks, his voice rising and his breaths becoming quick and short. He was flustered and angry and guilty and pissed off at the same time. “God, you’re so annoying!”

“Bloody hell, Archie!” You yell, resisting the urge to reach up and just slap him. You were shaking as you stared at him with a look more broken than describable. Of course, Archie didn’t mean it. It was only a spur of the moment sentence, just like the one that leaves your own mouth, “You–you can’t be serious Archie! I wish you could just stop being such an asshole!”

Neither of you say anything for the next couple of minutes, the tension between the two of you was enough to be sliced into quarters. Archie didn’t know what was happening and neither did you. He loved you, he really did. He just didn’t know how much. Archie had lied at the start, yes, but he didn’t realise that the more he said those three words to you, the more he meant it.

Curses and insults flew out of both of your mouths once more, the both of you almost drenched in tears. Archie had never cried like this in his life nor has he ever felt so much pain. He was pretty much convinced that he didn’t love you, so why was he hurting so much?

The temperature in the room had risen soon before the two of you had found yourselves in front of your front door. Archie stood stubbornly in the doorway, his hands in fists by his side. He didn’t want to lose you because even if he thought he didn’t love you, he cared about you more than he’d even admit to himself.

“Do you remember when you promised me we’d always be together–when you promised me that I was the one you loved most?” You murmur, your voice suddenly calm. It was filled with pain and hurt and it tore at Archie’s chest. “Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

And with that, you pushed him backwards with gentle force and slammed the door shut.

Archie didn’t fail to notice you watching him. In fact, his mind was running wild because of it. He stopped short of his tracks, mumbling a quick excuse to get away from the people surrounding him. With long strides, he made his way towards you, desperately trying not to get offended by the panicked expression on your face.

He was going to fix things, for the sake of the love and passion that his heart held. For the love and passion that he could only feel for you.