this is for you two girls for always being there to flail with about these two idiots

Can I Be Her || Tom Holland Oneshot (Alternate Ending)

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: Sad, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,655

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Enjoy! Only difference is the ending lol. This is not part two by the way!


You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship.

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The Notebook Ch.1

Title: The Notebook
Character: Lin X Reader
Prompt: When the reader runs into Lin in the airport, (literally “runs” into him), an accidental notebook swap occurs in the confusion, and they go home with each other’s work.
Word Count: 2,859 (wowie)
W/T: none???
A/N: wow it’s been a while. Two things; 1, this is literally a dream I had. 2, I blame @secretschuylersister for wearing off on me enough to write this.


The blinding lights and bustling streets of New York only seem like background noise to you at this point in your life. You’ve lived here since you graduated college, and it hasn’t been as bad as you’d originally thought. Sure, the towering skyscrapers and ceaseless shouting or honking outside of your apartment was much different than the silent cricket chirps outside of your family’s home back in Missouri, but it was a much needed change.

In fact, living in New York has changed your life completely. You were still the same kiddo from the small country town back home, aspiring to do great things. You still said “y'all”. You still lived off of sweet tea. You still had all of your little traits you’d gained from growing up there. But once you hit New York? “Culture Shock” was really the only way to describe it.

It seemed like you were never alone in the “City that Never Sleeps”. The streets were never empty, the lights glaring from the billboards outside of your window were your new night stars, and you always saw something new everyday. It’s was probably one of the best places for you to be with your dream job; writing. A new thing seen on the side of the street fueled a new song lyric, a new poem, a new story, and new something. You were constantly jotting stuff down in your favorite black notebook, usually adding to your current project; a musical.

“Hey, Y/N, do you want me to go get you something before you leave for the airport?” Your roommate’s voice inquires from the opposite side of the dining room table, her head resting in her hand defeatedly from her work. You don’t even bother to peal your eyes away from your page, frantically scribbling down yet another lyric for one of your main characters. “Nah, I’ll probably just grab something quick on the way to the airport. Thanks though, Ky.” She raises an eyebrow at you, obviously doubting that you will. “Uh huh. Like all of those other times that you’ve said that you’ll get something to eat on the way out, and proceed to not go out, continue to write in that stupid notebook of yours, and stay up until I wake up the next morning?”

“Okay okay, you’ve got me there.” You breathe, allowing for her to pull the black leather bound pages away from you. “But what can I say, Ky? I’m basically a writing machine, I just can’t help it. There’s too many ideas locked up inside of my mind to not write them all down. I wanna share them with the world!”

“You can keep writing about those silly little characters you’ve got after you eat something, Y/N. There’s my leftovers in the fridge I’ll let you have if you eat them right now.” Kylie offers, gesturing to the stainless steel door behind her. “Yeah yeah, okay. No need to blackmail me here.” You retort, rolling your eyes and nudging her aside. Slipping your hand around the cool handle, you yank the door open and pull out the white styrofoam box, ready to devour it in order to keep writing. “You never talk to me about anything besides your stupid musical now, Y/N. I wanna talk about other stuff.” Kylie huffs, flopping into the wooden chair across from yours at the table.

“That came out of nowhere.” You chuckle, settling back into your spot, this time eating instead of writing. “I know, but I feel like you’ve just been kinda distant lately. I don’t think you’ve actually talked to me about your life for at least a month-oh my god you’ve never talked to me about your love life. Tell me. Now.” Kylie gushes, her eyes widening at the thought of not knowing. “I’ve never talked about it because it’s non-existent.” You joke through a mouthful of a quesadilla. “When was your last relationship?” She questions, her eyebrows furrowing slightly with concern. You simply shrug. “Last kiss?” “Never had one.” “Last time you were in love?!” “Does the kid I hated in 1st grade count?”

“Oh my god, why have you never told me that you’re helpless?!” Kylie cries, flailing her hands around frantically. “I didn’t realize that my love life was a big deal to you?” You snort, suddenly reconsidering if you should’ve just lied to her and said you had a boyfriend. Wow, that actually did make you sound really lonely. Nice going. “Um, hello?! Being in love is one of the-no, IS the best feeling in the world?!”

“Love is a choice, not really an emotion, KyKy.” You correct, gently pointing your fork at her in correction. Or at least, that’s what you’ve always known it as. Throughout high school, you saw relationship after relationship go strong for a solid three months, and then crash and burn because the “feeling just wasn’t there” and they’d already moved on to a new lover. You never understood how people could just hook up because of “a feeling”, and then not try to fix it if they thought it was that important. It’s always seemed like it should be an effort from both parties, not just “run with this instinct”. That and everyone in your school were a bunch of idiots.

“Wow. Okay I need to take you out with me sometime, you’re going to get a boyfriend to call your own.” Kylie breathes, making it sound like it’s going to be a hassle. “Hey! I’m perfectly lovable, thank you very much.” You snap, narrowing your eyes at her. “Oh are you now, little Miss No-Love-Life?” She throws back just as quickly. “By the sounds of it, you really aren’t.”

“Well it’s not just that nobody’s ever had a crush on me, I can name off a couple. It’s a matter of them not sharing the same ideals and such as me.” “Oh, please do go on. I’m curious of what these ideals could possibly be.” Kylie teases, leaning into her hands playfully.

“Simple. None of them have ever understood my love for writing, how I need to throw my thoughts onto paper, how I want too make something out of thin air.” There were a couple of people from high school you can remember having a bit of a thing for you, but at the same time you can remember how you cast them away way too quickly when you got to know them. In retrospect, you were probably kinda cruel to them, but you’ve always stood by what you learned from growing up. Your stubbornness wasn’t about to give in on the one thing that you’ve always loved.

“Oh, so you want someone who’s just as insane as you about writing, so that you two can die together because you forgot about your needs for survival? Got it.” Kylie laughs, still in disbelief that guys had crushes on you. “Whatever, Ky. Just give me my notebook back already, I’ve gotta get going.” You fume, shoving the empty takeout box at her from across the table. “Okay, geez. Didn’t know you were such a crabby person when you’re away from your paper.” She sighs, handing back your notebook. “Most people would get upset if you held their child hostage.”

“Wow, you really are obsessed with that thing, aren’t you?”

“Goodbyeeeee Kylie.” You draw out, wrapping your hand around the handle of your luggage, and tossing your backpack over your shoulder as you head for the front door. “Waitwaitwaitwait.” She fumbles, racing towards you. She wraps her thin arms around you, embracing you tightly. “Stay safe, Y/N. And find yourself a boyfriend while you’re at it.” You roll your eyes jokingly and hug back, the resentment from moments ago melting away.

“Okay, now get going you lug. I want the apartment to myself for as long as I can get.” Kylie finishes, gently pushing you out the door and into the complex’s hallway. “Whatever. I’ll see you in two weeks, you snot.” You call back, rolling your bag towards the elevator.

Tucking an earbud into your ear, you bury your phone into your pocket and pull you pencil out from behind your other ear, already jotting some more stuff down about your main characters and their backgrounds. Maybe have them meet at a party? No, that’s too High School Musical-y. Maybe in the park? Meh, cliché. What about if they just run into each other somewhere-literally run into each other? That’s a good one, adds to the comedic effect. Would their best friends push them back together? Is there going to be a huge fight, or will there be a tragedy for one of them that makes the super withdrawn? Why not both? Will one of them die in the end? Will one of them leave and fall for someone else? Will there be a happily ever after-ew no. Happy endings always happen by happenstance, and it’s just not logical. That doesn’t happen in the real world. No happy endings.

Thoughts continue to flood through your mind and onto the paper as you hit the outside of your apartment building and whistle for a taxi, hoping that one stops within the next five minutes. Luckily, the first one manages to see you and pulls over, letting you climb in the back. The driver’s gruff voice calls to you, “Where ya headed?”. “JFK.” You quickly respond, scratching something out on another page just to rewrite the idea. “Ya don’t sound like yer from ‘round here, little lady. You headed back home or sometin’?” He asks curiously, his voice rather warm and inviting, like your favorite uncle or something.

“Is it that easy to tell?” You laugh, forcing yourself away from your journal for a little bit to keep a conversation with him. “Trust me, lil’ lady, I’ve had ma fair share of outta-towners in this her’ girl. Ya sound kinda southern, but not really. Midwest maybe?” He guesses, tilting his dark sunglasses down to look at you from his rearview mirror. “You’re good.” You nod, smiling at his correct answer. “That’s what I thought.” He smirks, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Anytin’ in particular yar’ leavin’ for?”

“Nothing more than returning home for a couple of weeks at this point. Maybe busting with some old friends, who knows.” You answer distantly, the thoughts of what could happen at home overcoming you for a moment. There’s so many people you haven’t seen in what feels like forever. And you haven’t seen your dog in ages, either. “Simple 'nuff. Wish I could go back home fer’ a lil’ bit, ya know? Get ta visit with ma Nana again, see how she’s been doin’.”

“How long has it been since you’ve gone home?” You question, taking in his features as you do so. A bit larger, receding hairline pretty evident, dark sideburns, and an impressive beard to match. They all seem to fit his voice perfectly. “Uh, let’s see her’. Probably when I graduated, so… Eleven ye-nah, that’s too short. Probably somewhere closer ta fifteen or so, s'uppose.” He draws out, scratching his curly beard. “Fifteen years?!” You instinctively blurt out, instantly regretting it. “Ya, I’ve been stuck up her’ in da Big Apple fer’ a long while now, ya know? I just haven’t really given myself a chance ta get outta her’. Glad ya can, doh. Helps lift ma spirits a bit, seein’ ya off.”

“Speakin’ a which, her’ ya are, lil’ lady! The famous plane port of da Big Apple!” He presents, parking the cab along the curb next to the front entrance. You blink a bit, taking in the sudden appearance of the airport and its towering parts. “Oh wow. We got here fast. How much do I owe you?” You start pulling your wallet out of your backpack, but a gentle, calloused hand sets itself on your shoulder. Slightly confused, you turn towards the front seat, only to be greeted by the same smiling face as before.

“No charge fer’ ya, lil’ lady. It’s been a bit since I’ve had a good ol’ conversation with someone, ya know? Ever'one her’ is always in a rush and snappy, wantin’ ta get somewhere quick. Thank ya for given ma a good laugh today.”

You don’t know how to respond. Your mouth has opened to try and deter him, but nothing comes out, which only makes his grin wider and more toothy. “Now get a move on, lil’ lady. Don’t want ya ta be a missin’ dat flight of ya’s cuz’ I’m bein’ nice.”

Flabbergasted, you slowly climb out of the backseat and onto the sidewalk, bag and notebook in hand, and watch the dandelion yellow taxi pull away, leaving a thin cloud of exhaust in its wake. You glance down at your watch, the minute hand hovering over the 6 is all the indication you need to start booking it to your gate.

Weaving between as many people as you can while still jotting stuff down about that taxi driver in your notebook, you hurry across the airport, trying to multitask and catch your plane all in due time. It’s not as hard as you thought it would be, considering everyone was clearing a path for you as you plowed towards them.

Well, except one person.

Your notebook goes clambering to the glossy tile floor as you topple to the ground, your backpack slipping off of your shoulder and your luggage rolling out of reach. Your back crashes against the hard ground, and your lungs collapse in on themselves for a moment on impact. Thank god you had the wind knocked out of you for a second, because if you hadn’t, you probably would’ve said something utterly embarrassing about the rather cute guy on top of you, his face inches from yours.

“Oh shi- I’m so sorry! Here lemme-uh-…” He fumbles, trying to push himself off of you as quickly as possible without making it more awkward. He manages it, (somehow), and offers you a hand, which you take, a bit dazed from the impact still. Wow, he’s stronger than he looks. “Uhhh…” He sounds off, awkwardly brushing some invisible dust off of your clothes. “Sorry about that. I get kinda caught up in my head sometimes.”

“No, it’s fine, I do too. I should’ve looked where I was going in the first place.” You apologize, leaning down to pick up your notebook. “Oh, let me get that for you.” He instantly states, snatching it up in his hands. “Huh, this one looks like the one I have.” He chuckles slightly, patting his pocket for a second before going into a panic. “Wait, where is my notebook?” He stammers out, spinning around to look for it.

“Oh, is this it?” You ask, picking up an identical notebook to yours next to your slightly rolled away luggage. His face immediately softens at the sight of it, his eyes almost brightening. “Wow, we really are a mess, huh?” He laughs nervously, swapping notebooks with you.



A single best of silence passes between the two of you, before your watch beeps at you. You glance down to it to see that your flight leaves in five minutes, and panic washes over you. “Sorry Lin, but I don’t wanna miss my plane. Nice talking to you!” You shout over your shoulder as you take off in a dead sprint for your exit, which is now within sight.

Frantically waving down the flight attendant like in the movie Home Alone, she graciously reopens the door to the plane for you, and you quickly take to your seat, pushing your carry on into whatever overhead space you can find.

The seatbelt light flickers on overhead, and you try to settle into place. Luckily, not many people are on the flight to St. Louis, so you have the row to yourself. The flight attendants flow into the isle to do their normal routine of safety, but you tune them out and set your notebook on your lap, digging out a pencil from your backpack, ready to write again. That taxi driver really gave you a new idea for a character that helps advance the plot of your musical.

Flipping open to a random page, you skim over everything, trying to find the right area to start again. Let’s see, Laurens and Hamilton have a thing for each other, Angelica has a thing for Hamilton, Jefferson is a magenta ass-wait. Since when did you have a Laurens? Or a Hamilton? Or an Angelica? Or a Jefferson? When did they all develop a thing for each other? This handwriting doesn’t look like yours, it’s too nice for scribbles.

You thumb through the other pages, becoming more and more frantic as you see the same penmanship sprawling across the other yellowing pages. Where did all of your work go?! When did it get replaced with this- this- what do you even call this?!

Then it hits you. The clumsy yet cute man that tackled you. The awkwardness of the encounter. The panic over notebooks.

Oh no.

Lin has your notebook.

And you have his.


Please give me feedback on this story, because I’ve been away so long!


Bucky x Reader

Summary: The risk I took was calculated but man, am I bad at math.

Warnings: angst…like to the max, character death, risking your life, all that fun stuff

Word Count: 1.3k (this is deadass the shortest thing i’ve ever written and it’s still over 1k lmao why am i like this)

Author’s Note: hi hello! guess who’s back and as angsty as ever! this is something that again was floating in my inspo tag and i can’t find the post rn but it is there so when it’s not midnight i’ll go digging through and tag it. ya’ll probably recognize the quote because it’s been through tumblr i don’t even know how many times? but i literally banged this out in like two hours so ??? idk???? anyways, feedback is always welcome (please do i love hearing what all of you have to say) and can i just say thank you so much for all of your lovely responses to Will You Stay? like, they were so beautiful they made my entire life like????? i love all of you so fucking much ???? i can’t even describe it????? anyways enough of my endless question marks, hope you enjoy!!!!

Originally posted by sxy-seabass

The first time, isn’t the last time.

The first time you risk your life it’s for a puppy. Small, golden, scrappy little thing. It’s caught in the middle of the road, yelping every time a car whips by. It’s flat on the ground, trying to make itself small as possible but at the same time sticking out against the pitch black tar. You sigh and drop your coffee into the trash before you run out in the middle of traffic and scoop the dog up before crossing to the other side.

“You’re an idiot,” he grumbles as he stares at the trembling mass of fur. You pout and say you’re sorry before you offer him the reason you nearly got flattened by an eighteen wheeler. He pretends to be angry until about five minutes later when the puppy is licking at his face.

He isn’t angry anymore, especially two weeks later when the puppy has become a permanent fixture in your home.

The second time, isn’t the last time.

The second time you risk your life is on vacation in the Bahamas. A little girl gets caught in the rip tide. Her arms flail as she cries for help but is drowned by the waves. Everyone watches but no one acts. You glance at the life guards who glance at the waves apprehensively before you roll your eyes and dive in. It takes you a while but luckily you’re a strong swimmer and within minutes she’s in your arms and safely on shore.

“You’re crazy,” he mutters as he rubs your back while you cough up salt water but his eyes shine with an emotion more powerful than you have ever seen. It only seems to grow when the little girl runs up to you and hugs you, thanking you for saving her life.

The third time, isn’t the last time.

The third time you risk your life is on a mission in Johannesburg. HYDRA had hit a biotech company and managed to steal information to a bomb that could level a small country. They climb into a helicopter and are about to get away and against Steve’s orders you jump and hang onto the runner of the helicopter. You hang on for dear life until you touch down. Your arms ache but you fight until you can’t feel anything anymore. But you have the files.

It takes them two days to find you. When they do they find you collapsed in an alleyway, dehydrated and living off of scraps from the nearby flea market.

“You’re so stupid,” he shakes his head. He’s angry but he holds your head up as you drink and brushes your hair until you fall asleep on his chest.

The fourth time, isn’t the last time.

The fourth time you risk your life is in the middle of a blizzard. It’s two in the morning and the wind is howling but when your phone rings you answer within seconds. The line is silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. He doesn’t say anything but you already know as you tie on boots and don your heaviest coat.

It takes you an hour to get to him. But you do. You’re pretty sure your car isn’t even parked properly and you’re not sure if you’re on the road or on the sidewalk but it doesn’t matter. By the time you get to him he’s already half way gone. You sit with him until he comes back to you. You sit with him until his eyes are clear and his breathing is normal. You sit with him until he’s yours again.

“You’re a moron,” he growls once his eyes look outside at the storm raging. You wonder if it was worth it but you smile anyway because you don’t care.

The fifth time, isn’t the last time.

The fifth time you risk your life it’s after two months of being locked in a basement. You have bruises on top of bruises, you bleed from different places every day and you can’t remember the last time you’ve had a proper meal. They pull you out every day and tie you to a chair. They spit in your face, they hit, they bite, they scratch, they punch, they shock, they twist, they break. You beg, you scream, you cry. But you don’t give them what they want. They want him but you can’t give them that. He’s everything to you and meaningless to them.

One day you’re bleeding so bad everything is tainted red and you can’t feel part of your face and can’t hear out of one ear. When you feel hands on you, you immediately start to tense and fight but relax when you hear his voice.

“It’s just me, it’s just me идиот,” he soothes you softly as his metal hand trembles while breaking your bonds. You fall into him and can’t find it in you to cry or make a sound. And you wonder if maybe this time, maybe this time it was worth it.

The first time, is your last time.

You risk your life for him and you don’t even think. You see him in danger, you see everyone in danger. But when you see him, when you hear the metal whir breaking through the clamor around you, you don’t think. You hear nothing else. You look at the five midnight black barrels of the machine guns facing him, glinting harshly and you just go. You think you can make it. If you just take that extra step, lose that extra second, you can make it. You two can make it out, together.

But you were always bad at math.

For the second you push him down you know you miscalculated. You don’t hear the shots but you feel them, ripping and tearing through flesh and bone. You feel the blood seep into the concrete floor. But you don’t hear the strangled sob from behind you and you don’t hear the hoarse shot. You don’t hear the bodies drop around you; you don’t hear the knife splitting through Kevlar and skin.

Yet you feel his hands on your face, your chest, your stomach. You feel him fumbling for a solution. He’s whispering fast in Russian, his skin flushed a shade of pink you’ve never seen before. It’s beautiful, really.

“You…you, you stupid, crazy, idiotic, moron,” he shouts with tears in his eyes. His bottom lip trembles and you reach to soothe it. Blood smears against the soft bristles that surround his mouth but neither of you really notice. “How could you do this? How…why, why would you ever you–”

“You’re alive,” your voice is hoarse and choked and filling with something you’re not sure of. It doesn’t even sound like you but he looks at you as if you were the only thing he heard. You think he says something else but the look on his face means he understands exactly what you’re saying.

He’s breathing heavy now. You can feel it in gentle puffs against your face. He’s shaking his head as he stares at you. He keeps shaking his head until his hair forms a dark curtain around his shimmering eyes. “No,” he whispers. “Not without you, not…please–”

You shake your head in response. “You’re alive,” you whisper as darkness begins to creep into your vision. “You’re alive.”

The weight of what you’re saying seems to settle onto his skin and into his bones because he’s looking at you with disbelief and wonder and fear and an ancient sadness that you feel deep in your chest. He presses his lips to your face and a wetness leaks onto your skin and seems to slide right off. “Not without you. я люблю тебя. Not without you.”

You clutch his hand and feel the black begin to spot his face, turning him gray. “You’re alive,” you say finally before your head drops into his metal palm.

Your first time, is your last time.

But God is it worth it.




я люблю тебя

I love you

Astral, Ch. 2

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Katsuki’s first day at Yuuei doesn’t go perfectly.

But then, it’s not like he expected it to.

The first day of high school, Katsuki only gets out of bed because Deku’s chattering gets unbearable. If he had things his way, he’d hole up in his room the whole day.

(Yuuei was Deku’s dream.)

“And I can even show you around, Kacchan!” Deku babbles. Fucking annoying. It hurts Katsuki’s ears.

“And why’s that?” he grunts while dealing with his hair.

Delighted at finally getting an answer out of him, Deku admits sheepishly, “I… may have been… taking a look. Around school. You know. Professional interest and all that.”

“Stalking and trespassing,” Katsuki sums up.

“Nope! Definitely not!” Deku flails. “Just, you know. Seeing if I could do it! And come on, Present Mic was there. And I saw Midnight, too! And-“

“Just shut the hell up,” Katsuki groans. “You’re too fucking loud.”

“…are you okay? Do you have a headache, Kacchan?” Deku’s eyes are big and concerned and Katsuki fucking hates them. “Noise doesn’t usually bother you, I mean, of course not, you can make explosions and stuff. So, are you all right?”

“I’m fucking fine, damn it!” Katsuki yells and immediately feels guilty for it.

“…I’ll tell Auntie Mitsuki to speak softly, is that okay?” Deku asks quietly, not quite looking at him before he winks out of existence. Katsuki throws a shirt at where Deku just was, cursing violently.

He hates everything about this day.

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Secret | Jack Avery

Requested? Yes! @valenciaxox I hope you like it!

Warnings? A couple of swear words 

Summary: Jack had been changing a lot recently and you’re over it

Word Count: 1,650 

You sit in the living room of the Why Don’t We house, all of the boys surrounding you minus Jack. You had all planned to have a movie night together so you can hang out and relax before the boys had to go on tour again. However Jack decided to come home with another new girl this week causing your heart to break more.

You stare into space not paying attention to the movie anymore. Your mind was on the boy you loved and how he would most likely never love you back.

“(Y/N)?” Zach says from next to you.

“Hm?” You say as you slowly pull away from your trance.

“You okay?” By this point the rest of the band was paying attention to you. They’ve all been noticing your weird behavior recently and they all wanted to know what was wrong.

“Not really.” You admitted. As you answer Corbyn and Jonah get up from their seats and go to sit down in front of you. You were all sitting in a circle, Zach on your right, Daniel on your left, and Jonah and Corbyn sitting in front of you.

“Is it Jack?” Corbyn speaks up.

Instead of answering you just nod your head and Zach leans over and slips an arm around your shoulder comfortingly.

“I think I’m in love with him.” You admit quietly. The boys don’t say anything for awhile until Zach stands up abruptly.

“Zach don’t.” You say already knowing what he’s about to do.

“It’s not fair to you (Y/N).”

You stand up to face him and before you can say anything to him, Jack enters the room. He glances around the room with a confused look before landing on you and Zach.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Well,” Zach starts but you’re quick to reach out and grab his hand, stopping him from talking.

“Nothing.” You state. “Just trying to figure out what to watch.” You say and give him the best fake smile you could muster up.

He looks around the room at you and the boys once more before shrugging his shoulders and walking into the kitchen. Just when he’s out of earshot Zach turns towards you.

“What the hell (Y/N/N)?” Zach asks.

“Zach I love you for trying to stand up for me but he can’t know. Not right now.” You respond.

Just as you finish talking Jack walks back into the living room. He pauses for a second to look at you and Zach who were currently in a staring match before he continues back upstairs to his room. You let out a sigh as he leaves and you walk back over to sit next to Daniel.

“He’ll come around eventually.” Daniel says reassuringly.

“I hope so.” You say quietly.

You leave shortly after that, you and the boys deciding that without Jack it wasn’t a true movie day. Once you had driven away the rest of the band gathered back in the living room.

“She doesn’t deserve this.” Zach says defiantly.

You and Zach had always been extremely close. There was this unspoken communication in between you two. You understood him and he understood you. Of course being your best friend he was also very overprotective of you.

“I know.” Jonah says. “Jacks just being an idiot he’ll figure it out.” He continues.

“I don’t know.” Daniel says. “He’s really not himself recently.”

“We should talk to him.” Corbyn decides.

The rest of the boys agree and plan to talk to Jack when his girl of the week leaves. About an hour later Jack comes downstairs and shows the girl out. When he walks into the living room he sees the boys sitting together with serious expressions on their faces.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”

“What’s up is you’ve been changing Jack.” Daniel starts.

“What?” Jack questions.

“You bring home a new girl every week.” Zach responds. “It’s not cool.” The rest of the boys nod in agreement and Jack rolls his eyes.

“Why does it matter to you guys if I do?”

“It’s hurting (Y/N).” Zach blurts out.

“Zach!” Jonah and Corbyn exclaim at the same time.

“What do you mean?” Jack asks ignoring Corbyn and Jonah.

“Zach don’t.” Daniel says. “It’s not your secret to tell.”

“What secret?”

“Ask her.” Zach snaps before walking out of the room.

Jack turns to watch Zach leave before spinning around to face the boys once again. Jonah holds up his hand in defense as Jack’s gaze lays on him.

“Don’t look at us. You’re the one with the problem.”

Jack turns on his heel and heads back upstairs. He collapses onto his bed replaying what the boys said in his head. What did they mean by (Y/N)’s secret?

You and Jack had been pretty close once but recently you had been distant. You hadn’t come around the house recently and if you did you didn’t talk to Jack. It hurt too much to know you meant nothing to him when he meant so much to you.

You were currently laying down in bed reading your favorite book. You sat up in bed to change positions when you hear a noise outside. You walk over to your bedroom window and peek through the curtains. You look down to see Zach standing underneath your window.

You smile and hold up your pointer finger before running downstairs and out the front door to meet him. When you step out the door Zach is standing on your front porch waiting for you.

“Hey.” You greet him. “What brings you to my neighborhood at 1 o’clock at night?” You ask while smiling widely at him.

“Couldn’t sleep. Saw your light on and figured you couldn’t either.” He says giving you a small smile.

Together you start to walk down your street, something you did when neither of you could sleep. Even if one of you was asleep you’d wake the other up just to go on a walk. Usually resulting in one of you crashing at the others house.

“Have you figured out what you’re gonna do about Jack yet?” Zach asks turning to look at you.

“Nope.” You sigh quietly. “I guess I’ll just have to get over him.”

And that’s what you did. Well at least tried to do. You went on dates with guys from school and in general tried to keep yourself busy but your mind always wandered back to Jack. It was like you were addicted to him and nothing could ever make it stop.

You were laying down in Zach’s bed, waiting for him to come home with dinner for the two of you when you heard the front door open. You quickly head downstairs expecting Zach but see Jack instead, and some random girl. You sigh quietly and turn around ready to head back upstairs when Jack’s voice stops you.

“(Y/N)?” He questions.

“What Jack?” You ask turning back around to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why do you care?” You snap.

“You’re my friend.” He states simply.

“Used to be my friend.” You say before turning on your heel and heading back upstairs.

This time when you hear the front door open and close you don’t bother going downstairs. You hear a knock on the door and call out for Zach to come in. For the second time tonight you look up to see Jack standing in the doorway and roll your eyes.

“Go away Jack.” You say before dropping your gaze back to your phone.

“No.” He says walking into the room. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong.”

“I’m not an idiot (Y/N). What did I do?”

Instead of answering him, you ignore his question and continue to scroll on your phone. Before you know it your phone is ripped out of your hands and you look to see Jack shoving it into his pocket.

“Excuse me.” You start.

“Tell me what I did wrong!” He says raising his voice.

“Why do you care?” You say standing up to face him. “Just go back to your new girl you don’t need me!” You say matching the anger in his voice.

“That’s what this is about? The girl I brought home tonight?”

“Not just tonight! It’s every week! You’re not the same person you were before Jack!” By this point you’re shouting and flailing your arms out at him.

“Why do you care?” He says throwing your words back at you.

“Because I’m in love with you!” You snap loudly. “And I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” You finish quietly and drop your head.

“You wha-?” Jack says trailing off.

“I’m in love with you and it fucking hurts to see you parading all these girls around.” You answer harshly.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Did you not hear me the first time?” You could feel your anger growing within you again. “Are you seriously not listening to me right now? I just told you I love you and all you can do is-“

Before you can finish your sentence Jack takes a step towards you and takes your face in his hands roughly. Without a second thought his lips are on yours in a kiss that makes you weak at the knees.

Your hands find your way to his hair, and you tug at it slightly as he deepens the kiss. Your heart was pounding and your body was on fire but you had never felt better than right now.

“Fucking finally.”

You both break apart to see Zach standing in the doorway with your dinner in his hands. “You guys are idiots.” He says before walking back downstairs while shaking his head.

You and Jack don’t say anything just smile at each other before he places a kiss to the side of your head and leads you downstairs for dinner.


Originally posted by hotashellcelebmen

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  !!!!! You’re open to Holland Spider-Man requests? Gosh I don’t even know what to request… Maybe a oneshot of the reader figuring out that Peter’s Spider-Man and confronting him about it and making Peter panic and accidentally confess his feelings to reader in a big word vomit of desperation to keep her quiet? And reader likes him back?

A/n: I hope I did good on this one! Thank you so much!!

Genre: Romance, Friendship, Drama, Fluff

Rated: Everyone

Watrning: Swearing (as always), shenanigans, Fluff, Mentions of divorced parents

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You would have never guessed that Peter Parker was Spiderman. You had known Peter Parker for as long as you could remember. Your parents had been great friends with his aunt and uncle, which in turn let you be play mates with Peter. Peter had been a scrawny thing while growing up, and he was always being picked on. As if friend, you always stood up for him.

It was something that drew you two close together. You were always there to help him whenever he needed something, and he was there to be your friend and do the same. All throughout your school life, Peter was there for you. He helped you with schoolwork, through your breakups with boyfriends, and when your parents got divorced. 

When Peter’s uncle died, you had stayed with him at his house for as long as he needed you to be there. You ended up staying with him for about three weeks. It was then that you two became suddenly distant. Even though Peter spent as much time as he could with you at school, it seemed that every time you two planned to hang out, he had to bail. 

That was when Spiderman was introduced to Queens. The amazing vigilante that saved the ones who couldn’t save themselves. The hero everyone didn’t want but knew that they needed. You had gushed to Peter about Spiderman plenty of times about how great this mysterious hero was. You never noticed the flustered state Peter would fall into every time you gushed about the hero. 

After some time, you started to make connections. The nervousness Peter experienced whenever you analyzed the hero, the blush on his face whenever you would fangirl, the way he would stutter in embarrassment at the fanart you would show him. It really connected when you realized that every single time Peter stood you up for anything, Spiderman appeared. 

You were confused, hurt, proud, just a huge ball of emotions. Why hadn’t he told you about being Spiderman? Did he not trust you enough? Was he not supposed to tell anybody? You honestly didn’t know. However, as you walked you way down to Peter’s apartment, you made it your mission to confront him about Spiderman. 

Aunt May opened the door with a wide smile on her face as she greeted you, ushering you in.

“(Y/n)! What a pleasant surprise! Peter didn’t mention you were coming over.” 

“Oh, I’m just dropping off some of his books. He left them in class, so I thought that I would bring them over.” 

Aunt May seemed to swoon, saying as she patted your shoulder.

“You are such a sweet girl, (Y/n). Peter should be in his room, so you can go on up.” 

You nodded before walking away, feeling bad about lying to Aunt May. However, you had to confront Peter. Gotta do what you gotta do, right? You walked into Peter’s room without knocking, the boy scrambling to hide something as he called out. 

“Aunt May, I asked you to knock!” 

“Guess again.” 

Peter’s eyes shot to you and his cheeks dusted pink. 

“O-Oh, (Y/n). I don’t mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?” 

“Supposedly dropping by your supposedly forgotten textbooks, but in real life, I’m here to confront you about this-” 

You snapped a magazine page open, the unrolled picture of Spiderman. Peter seemed to be flabbergasted as he asked you.

“W-What do you mean?”

“Don’t play fucking coy with me, Peter. You’re Spiderman, aren’t you?”

Peter’s eyes opened wide as he stuttered out, seeming to flail as he waved his hands in front of him.

“N-No, I’m not! I’m not Spiderman? I couldn’t…couldn’t ever do something like that! I have schoolwork to do!” 

“Peter, I’m not a fucking idiot. Why didn’t you tell me? Do you not trust me?” 

Peter seemed horrified at that. 

“Do I not trust you? Of course I do! I trust you so much! There are things about me that you know that not even Ned knows! I mean, except for being completely in love with you, but that is besides the point! I’m not Spiderman!” 

You were shocked. 

“You…You love me?” 

“Did I say that? Oh no. No, no, no, this is not how I imagined this going!” 

He seemed to melt into a puddle of embarrassment as he curled in on himself. You sighed before walking over to him, sitting in front of him. Peter looked up shyly, his brown eyes trained on you. 

“Peter, I really, really like you too. However, I want you to be honest with me. I know that you are Spiderman, but I want to hear you say it.” 

Peter whispered out, eyes pleading. 


You put your hand on his, saying softly. 

“Peter, you can trust me. We’ve been friends for as long as we can remember. There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you, Peter. This is your secret, and I will help you keep it. I just want you to tell me verbally.” 

Peter bit his lip, looking at your conjoined hands before sighing. 

“I’m Spiderman.” 

“I fucking knew it!” 

You playfully shoved him, laughing with him. 

“Peter, that’s freaking amazing! I’m so jealous!” 

Peter was in awe at you before smiling. 

“You…you don’t think it’s weird or anything?” 

“No! If anything, it makes me love you even more. Peter, you are so brave and courageous and I am so happy that I don’t have to kick your ass for all the times you stood me up because now I understand.” 

Peter smiled shyly at you before he looked down, asking. 

“Do you…do you wanna stay for dinner? Maybe watch a movie after?” 

“I thought you would never ask, Spidey. Come on. I can smell that spaghetti calling my name!” 

“That doesn’t make any sense.” 

“It does in my book.” 


anonymous asked:

suigestsuxsakura headcanon? :3

Suigetsu could care less about girls. Karin pretty much soured any sort of potential romance for him because of her overbearing personality, so he tried his best to steer clear from girls.

After the war was over he DID NOT GO BACK TO OROCHIMARU OKAY. He did not. In no way whatsoever did he even think about it. Sasuke casually invites (and by that i mean just tells him to go) Taka to Konoha where they can hang out and introduces him to his other team (Kakashi, Naruto, and Sakura) with, y’know, Sasuke’s special way.

But you know, Suigetsu isn’t a complete idiot. He’s heard stories at times from Sasuke about this pink-haired chick that was ‘so annoying’ and ‘obsessed with him’, so he only knew THAT side of Sakura from when she was younger. He saw her during the war and how amazingly strong she was, but ANYONE THAT WAS INTERESTED IN SASUKE UCHIHA SEEMED TO BE A GIRL THAT HE WAS 100% NOT INTERESTED IN.

During their stay in Konoha (which wasn’t even really a short visit, more like a much-needed year-long vacation). He pretty much was glued to Juugo or Sasuke because who else would he be with? Karin was loud and everyone in Konoha was creepily happy and super friendly. Still, Sasuke was Sasuke and do you know who Sasuke hangs out with? Naruto. And do you know who Naruto hangs out with? Kakashi, Sakura, Sai, Iruka, Shikamaru, AND SO MANY PEOPLE. 

Suigetsu isn’t partial to so many people and he also wasn’t a fan of Naruto’s obnoxious flailing and speeches about friendship. He felt he didn’t belong. Not in Konoha or Oto or Kiri or really anywhere. And it pissed him off that Sasuke just laid around with this blonde freak that only talked about ramen all the time???

“So, yeah, I’m going to take off.” Suigetsu is a good guy. He doesn’t want his shitty attitude to ruin Sasuke’s happiness or whatever. Probably just going to collect the rest of his swords or do mindless work until he realizes what he really wants to do with his life. 

He’s leaving. Getting his things packed, complaining about how little money he has, and trying to guess how long it would take to get to Kiri and find out some clues about where the rest of the swords are. Until Sakura drops by to give some medical books to Karin for her to look through. (They all share their own room since they’re so used to sharing rooms, okay???)

It’s pretty awkward at first. I mean… like really awkward. ‘So you’re leaving?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘It’s Suigetsu, right?’ ‘Uh-huh.’ ‘Back to Kirigakure?’ ‘That’s the plan.’

Sakura is ready to go back until she spots a picture of Taka together on one of the tables, probably belonging to Karin. She laughs a little, kind of embarrassed, while Suigetsu stares at her like ‘wtf??’. She explains that while Sasuke was gone with Orochimaru, they didn’t really know what was going to happen with him. She admits that she wondered who he was with and if he ever felt alone.

“Seeing this just reminds me of our own photo as Team Seven. In a way, I’m glad he met you all. Being with other people made it easier, I’m sure. Especially when dealing with his brother.”

Suigetsu just scoffs. “Pfft. Yeah, that was a big pain in the ass, though. Following him around all the time and having to make sure he was okay. Do you know how many times I’ve almost died because of him?! He’s the worst guy in the world! And now, he’s spending all of his time with that whiskered-face weirdo who’s always going on about udon or whatever and it drives me crazy! I swear, the Uchiha guys show no appreciation!”

Sakura plays along. “Definitely. It’s always a little grunt or two instead of a proper ‘thank you’, right? So rude!”

Suigetsu drops what he’s holding to continue his little rant. Honestly, this is the first time he’s let off some steam in a few weeks. “Finally! Someone who gets it! I’ll tear my hair out if I receive ‘hn’ as an actual response again! The guy can’t bear to say a word or two?!”

Sakura just nods her head, looking back on the picture. “I get what you mean, but you know, Suigetsu… When you’re off running errands or doing something else… Sasuke-kun tells us all about Taka and how you guys kept him stable for the most part. He relied on you guys and, after all of his problems, really is very grateful for your loyalty to him.”

Suigetsu kind of feels bad now. But I mean it’s not like the stuff he said about Sasuke WEREN’T true. Why can’t the asshole just say that stuff to his face???

“So are you still going to leave?”


“You were packing up. Heading to Kiri, yeah?” She puts the picture down and heads over to Suigetsu. “Or maybe… you could stay a little while longer? Talk to Sasuke? I’ve heard from quite a lot of people that it take a while to warm up to Konoha’s… ‘suffocating’ hospitatlity.”

Suigetsu is kind of suspicious of her. “Why do you want me to stay so bad? What, is Sasuke making you do this?”

“You’re one of Sasuke’s bonds. It may not be obvious to you, but to him and Naruto, having bonds are pretty special.” She pats him on the back and gets ready to leave. “Anyway, it’s your choice, so do what you want.”

So Suigetsu is having a hard time deciding what to do. Does he leave? Stay? WTF???? This girl that he barely knew just comes waltzing in and messes up his clearly thought-out plan and ruins it! He’s pretty much throwing a temper tantrum by the time Karin comes back and looks like an idiot. 

So he stays. And he learns she’s right. He gets used to the shopkeeps always telling him good morning or the random passerby asking how his day was (like is this an assassination attempt?? why are you asking about MY day???). He still kind of avoids Naruto, but mainly due to headaches and the fact that it seems like Naruto just drains him of all his energy. BUT HE’S TRYING. Sasuke even notices a bit of a change and they just nod to each other in acknowledgement. And it doesn’t take long for him to start spending more time with Sakura.

She wasn’t at all like how Sasuke described her. She was smart and strong and she barely ever spoke about Sasuke! She did have a scary side to her, but Suigetsu tried his best to not annoy her like Naruto did. It was becoming very obvious to everyone that Suigetsu was starting to crush on her and Karin had her chance to finally tease him about being infatuated with someone. She even told Sasuke about it. THE NERVE–

Sasuke just takes it in stride. It kind weirded him out at first, but he’s like eh. He’s pretty much Suigetsu’s wing man after finding out even though Suigetsu doesn’t even fucking know that Sasuke knows. Sasuke is not one to talk about such personal matters. So what does he do? He’ll make plans with Suigetsu, Sakura, and Naruto then challenge Naruto to a spar, leaving Suigetsu and Sakura alone. He’ll bail on plans with Suigetsu while Sakura is just so conveniently leaving the hospital after her shift, so she can join Suigetsu on whatever him and Sasuke were supposed to do. Get it now? Sasuke is very subtle and it doesn’t take too long for Sakura to start feeling a bit cozy with Suigetsu as well.

In the end, they do get together and Sasuke’s all smug, but no one really knows why. Hey, it’s his way of truly thanking Suigetsu, I guess.


Suigetsu and Sakura are terrible negotiators when it comes to dates. They’re either going out with friends (because it’s easier to go with the flow) or staying home.

When it’s really hot and they’re all swimming at the beach or whatever, Suigetsu will melt into the water and scare her. It always works. He loves pranking her.

He tries to be suave and smooth, but he ends up failing a lot of the time. He’s just not very good at flirting. Give him puns or making her laugh and he’ll land it every time.

Suigetsu can be very jealous and will often ice Naruto whenever he can. Both because he knows that Naruto once fancied her and because he just doesn’t like him. 

Sakura thinks his snaggle tooth is the cutest thing in the world. Just his sharp teeth, in general. She thinks it’s kind of sexy tbh.

Sakura can be jealous too. If they go to beach where Suigetsu shows off his swimming, she’ll hear a few ladies commenting on his physique and just his overall appearance. She’ll give them the death glare until they stop their gawking.

Karin’s always asking for the latest gossip from Sakura, so she has extra blackmail to make him miserable. It’s fun to see him squirm. Sakura’s pretty oblivious and Suigetsu just wonders how Karin knows that he’s severely ticklish???

Suigetsu tries to keep PDA to a minimum around Taka, but he’ll slip up every now and again. He’ll give her big hugs or kiss her forehead and Karin and Sasuke throw up in their mouths a little. Super embarrassing to him.

Mebuki honest to god thought he was a demon that seduced her daughter. She doesn’t trust him at all until Sakura pretty much begs her that he’s a normal human being that likes big swords. Cue her mom snidely remarking if he’s compensating for anything. They do not get along, but Kizashi loves his puns so he’s invited over often.

Suigetsu likes to cook, often showing off his ‘cutting skills’ with a bunch of meals and always a bunch of knives.

He also, to the encouragement of Sakura, to open his own restaurant. It’s a great way for him to cut things while also looking cool. Sakura thinks so anyway. His food’s good too! Naruto’s always telling him to put ramen on the menu and Suigetsu just looks into the camera like he’s on the office or something. He’s so done.

They also have a bunch of kids. On the first one while she was pregnant, Suigetsu was terrorized with the thoughts of having some screaming brat and having to clean up after it and why did he succumb to such desire, etc. After their baby boy was born, Suigetsu was in love. Kids are super ridiculous and they say hilarious things and he just had so much fun. Sakura put a stop to his begging after the fifth child. Three boys, two girls. She was finished lmao

She one time caught him trying to sharpen their teeth and wow what a sight that was lmao He never did it again even though they would have looked SO CUTE as he often says it. He also calls Sasuke and Juugo their uncles and Karin is the grandma.

Dauntless: Jealous Much?

Eric x OC

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut

A/N: I couldn’t help myself, I had to write a chapter about Eric being jealous over Camille. This has nothing to do with the main fic I’ve actually been finished with it for a while, which is why I couldn’t fit this chapter in anywhere without changing like ten different updates to accommodate. So, this has nothing to do with the main storyline, this is just a side chapter to make me (and a anon) get our jealous fix in. I really like writing about this series, so I couldn’t help but add another chapter, I feel like it ended too early for me and my writer flow. Enjoy!

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The Definition of Insanity - Chapter One

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing again and expecting different results… 

Fairy Tail are holding another S-Class trials after the problems that occurred last time… but can they expect anything to change this time around? 

Rated M for occasional smut. 

Collaboration with @gajeelswoman (go check out her other stuff if you haven’t already!)

Disclaimer - This has been rated M for occasional smut. It starts off straight away. You have been warned.

Also (I promise the story starts under the read more) this story is based in the same universe as my other fics, Iron and Paper & Soul Squared. Reading them isn’t necessary, but there are a couple of references to it.

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Cheats (Jimin Angst)

Cheating. It’s such a harsh word. I hated using the word, but after him, it was never the same. His eyes when he looked at her when it happened. It was all behind my back, but at the same time so obvious. Love really does blind you in the worst ways.

His name was Jimin. Jimin was a sweet guy, really nice and funny. I just loved him, I was head over heels. We eventually started dating about two years after we met.

At first, he couldn’t let go of me. We were inseparable. We were perfect for each other. Not a single thing in the world could change us.

Then, he got less passionate. Which is normal, except he started transferring it to another girl.

My. Best. Freaking. Friend.

Her name was Victoria. She was a snake. I always knew that. She had these beautiful green eyes and silky long black hair. She was thin and pretty, the thing everyone wanted.

I was also pretty with beautiful eyes and long nice hair. I was also thin, and everyone liked me. But the only difference was I actually had a good personality.

I remember the warning signs. They were so obvious.

Phase one, was how he kept leaving more often saying it was just practice for the next concert. Or how he just started ignoring me. The only time he talked to me it when he was really in the mood for some kisses or affection. I was so dumb for not seeing it.

Phase two, was more secretive. The way he didn’t look at me the same. The way he left during the middle of the night when he thinks I wouldn’t notice. Oh, I noticed. But I blew it off. I never once said anything.

Phase three, the boys started warning me. The way Yoongi looked at me sympathetically and jerked me away from Jimin. Or how Tae kept diverting my attention from him. But still, I was convinced that he wouldn’t do anything like that.

Phase four was when it started getting serious. He stopped talking to me completely, and never once let me talk to the boys. He always hung out with her, my then best friend. The way I saw them stealing glances at each other and even touching each other under the table right in front of me.

After that I broke. I still remember how it happened. The way it crumbled my reality into a harsh hissing wasteland.

I walk into the familiar dorm. Letting myself melt into my surroundings.

“Y/N!!” Tae cheekily smiled, his eyes darting to Jimin’s door and back to me.

“Y/N is here? Really?” Yoongi said nervously, staring at me shakily.

“Yeah, I told Jimin an hour ago. He didn’t tell you?” I ask, my face melting into an expressionless façade. Namjoon’s eyes glazed into a nothing less void it seemed.

“He blocked you a long time ago. He said that you were ignoring him.” Yoongi stated, watching my expression. I started shaking. I was ignoring him. Me? ME? Oh! Oh, that’s how he wants to play. He’ll get what he wanted.

I stormed past them, an undeniable anger pulsing through me. They tried to block me, but I pushed past them.<br>
No remorse even made its way through the fury.

I pushed the door open. Watching them as they kissed each other, their backs heaving from a lack of breath.

“H-hey Y/N” Jimin cockily smiled, sure that I wouldn’t leave him. Her in the other hand, she saw the fury. The way my eyes darted between the two of them.

“You worthless, PEICE OF CRAP! I HATE YOU. YOU LITTLE IDIOT, JERK FACED WOMANIZER!” I leaped onto him, his face contorting into confusion from my words. I could see that they stung.
But it made me happy. Seeing him like this. My mind was purely anger.

“AND YOU!!!!” I say, stabbing my finger into her face. Letting her try to back away, but I pulled her right back. “You little beach, can’t you keep your hands off of one guy for a second!” I hissed, tears stinging my eyes.

“Y/N calm down. It’s not like anything happened, and-” Jimin tried, my eyes snapped to him. A new level of fury taking over my mind as I tried to make sense of what was happening around me.

A shrill shot through the air. My voice shrieked and sobbed and screamed. Tae bursts in, looking at Jimin with disgust. Tae grabbed my flailing arms, tears soaked through my shirt. I looked like a mess.

“Calm.” Tae whispered. I couldn’t though. My heart pounded I wanted to scream even louder but I couldn’t. Jimin looked at me in horror along with Victoria.

I give them a cruel smile, making Jimin back away. His eyes brimming with tears from the spiteful words that flew out of my mouth.

“You like this. Don’t you?” I laugh dryly. He shook his head, sweaty hair shaking from side to side. A look of shame spread across his face. “Yeah. You do. You did this to me. So you meant it. You wanted to do it.” I stated, looking at his face in mock sympathy.

“No. I don’t.” Jimin cried. Looking T the mess he made of me. The tears that never stopped streaming down my face. “I’m sorry. Y/N. I really am.” He begged reaching to touch me.

But before I started to scream again. Yoongi charged into the room, hitting Jimins hand away before he even got close.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” He growled. Making Jimin take a step back. “You did this. You coward. Now you can’t fix it. Get. Over. It.”

Jimin looked around. Seeing nothing but hateful glared burning into his soul. Veronica looked ashamed. Rightfully so. Her usually bright eyes are filled with embarrassment and resentment. Her body shook with self-disappointment.

I stared at him. My heart thumping wildly when I saw him out of pure hatred instead of love.

“Get out.” Namjoon says quietly. Pointing towards the door. Jimin was dumbfounded by the demand, rooted in pace from shock. Veronica on the other hand was scrambling to leave the tension filled room.

“Wait. You guys. It was nothing. You guys are being a little rash-” He begged trying to save himself. Interrupted by Jin’s voice.

“NOTHING! YOU CALL THIS NOTHING!! YOU DIRTY LYING PIG GET OUT OF THIS DORM BEFORE WE CHANGE OUT MINDS AND LET Y/N HERE OUT TO GET YOU! GET. OUT. NOW.” Jin barked. His usually kind and soft voice, now harsh and cold. Jimin looked at us, leaving in his shame. Trying one last time to touch me, but everyone made a shield around me protecting it from his touch.

As he slammed the door. Just when I thought there were no more tears to shed. Waterfalls came practically outing out of my eyes. I fell to the ground. Accidentally landing in a pile of broken glass making me shriek from all kinds of pain flooding my body.

From that day I never looked at him the same. That cheater. The one who cheats.

“But Mom!” Part 6

It all happened so fast. One minute she was holding Beca’s hand, next minute she was watching Beca kiss someone else. She stood there watching a kiss which felt like it lasted forever, when in reality it only took Beca a second to break off the kiss.

Chloe was standing there, jaw dropped and teary eyed. ‘Beca has a girlfriend?,’ she thought to herself.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any Cordia headcanons?

  • i absolutely believe that cora has this helpless crush on lydia for forever but she’s completely unwilling to even admit it to herself because she’s survived for so long on her own that she hates/fears the idea of needing another person
  • so she watches lydia go off to college and be ruthless and stunning and unstoppable, leaving a trail of frat boys and sorority girls in her wake. and cora burns with pride because lydia was always too good for beacon hills but she also hates that lydia wants everyone except her, even if she only wants them for a night
  • and she hates that she hates that because she’s still deeply entrenched in The Denial Stage
  • so she employs the patented Hale Brooding Technique™ of 7 parts excessive exercising and 3 parts Tortured Staring Out of a Window with Hands Shoved Into Pockets of Leather Jacket
  • and derek’s like “wat r u doing?” because by this stage he’s resolved some of his manpain issues (not all of them, let’s not go crazy, like 40%, but he’s Doing Good, he’s Getting There) and he’s begun his Zen Wolf journey
  • and cora’s like please do not try to mentor me that is a trainwreck waiting to happen
  • and derek’s like submit to my big brothering i Know Things let me Impart Wisdom 
  • so cora’s like ugh fine
  • and then they Sibling Bond in the woods 
  • they build structures and hunt food and basically live out all their wildest Wilderness Scout fantasies but they also do a lot of healing and hugging and some laughing and the littlest teeny minuscule amount of sobbing into each others shoulders, like i’m talking full on snot trails and everything, a couple of leather jackets get absolutely trashed there is no coming back from that amount of water damage
  • anyway derek’s all like “i know it’s hard to trust other people and rely on other people and need other people after everything that’s happened to us, but it’s easier to keep living life if you open up. and i’m not expecting you to trust everyone, but you can trust me, i promise”
  • and then there’s more waterworks, honestly, california is no longer in drought someone give these two werewolves a medal
  • (this has turned into Hale Sibling Headcanons whoops let’s get back to cordia)
  • anyway so lydia comes back to BH the summer after freshman year and she kind of does a double take at both derek and cora because wow you two look way less emotionally constipated also derek have you been exfoliating? (derek takes excellent care of his skin because he deserves Nice Things fight me)
  • by this time cora has moved on from The Denial Stage and recognises that she has a big fat lesbian crush on lydia and she also recognises that while she’s not perfect and still pretty messed up, she is also a good person and anyone would be lucky to have her. particularly lydia, if lydia were so inclined
  • at the same time derek and stiles are fumbling in circles around each other like embarrassing drunk planets caught in each other’s orbits
  • and it takes lydia all of 0.2 seconds to work out what’s going on
  • and she’s like cora oh my god we have to make this happen
  • and cora’s like I Would Very Much Like To Be Excluded From This Narrative
  • and lydia’s like please just look at them they’re like two baby deer trying to stumble towards each other across an ice rink they’re never going to make it on their own their pathetic flailing is making me cry
  • so cora’s like ugh fine
  • and thus ensues a summer of scheming and elaborate plans and long days “planning” by the pool with a never ending parade of the skimpiest bathing suits lydia can find (she’s an online shopping savant) and cora constantly rolling her eyes towards the heavens like @god why have you forsaken me
  • and derek and stiles are idiots holy god this is taking way longer than anticipated how can two people continue to function as adults while being so unforgivably oblivious?
  • so there’s constant texting back and forth and whispered phone conversations and late night meeting at diners to strategise but also share milkshakes because cora’s never had a milkshake before because she thought she was lactose intolerant and fucking hell you’re a werewolf and oh yeah and for fucks sake here try this it’s divine i’m going to get you to try every flavour this town has to offer waiter i need another straw
  • the carnival rolls into town and hey derek did you know that stiles loves carnivals?
  • except it’s suddenly turned into a pack outing because derek couldn’t take a hint if you carved the hint into a rock and then slapped the rock onto his forehead
  • and then suddenly they lose the rest of the pack somehow, stiles mentioned something about the dodgem cars because of course he did because it wouldn’t be the weekend if stiles couldn’t find a way to concuss himself  
  • so it’s just cora and lydia and lydia wants to go into the hall of mirrors so cora goes with her and okay this is confusing please don’t walk face first into a wall here we should hold hands for safety i don’t want to get left alone in this hellscape 
  • basically summer simmers on until it’s the last week and derek and stiles are possibly even bigger morons than before so you know what, this calls for a pack sleepover
  • and spin the bottle
  • and lydia spins
  • and the bottle lands
  • on cora
  • and cora’s heart can probably be heard in toronto shut your fucking face isaac or i’ll strangle you with your own scarf
  • and lydia gets this steely look in her eyes like she does when she decides to academically castrate a misogynistic STEM dickbucket 
  • and so lydia grabs cora by the back of the neck and plants one on her lips 
  • and cora doesn’t really remember much of what happens after that except for sweet smelling perfume and soft hair and shimmery waxy lipstick and summer warm skin and then lydia pulls back for air and oh she’s sitting in lydia’s lap when did that happen
  • and derek’s looking mortified but also proud and happy and fucking chuffed and stiles is smirking the smarmiest fucking smirk cora’s ever seen and he’s got one arm slung around derek’s neck and wait
  • wait
  • “so now that these two have pulled their heads out of their asses, does that mean i can start mauling you in public der? like that one time inside the photo booth was fun but there was some serious cramping you know”
Snapped. Pt Three, Infinitesimal - smut

Author: mystic-biscuit
Series Rating: NSFW 18+
Words: 6072, seriously it is like impossible for me to do anything under 4k.

Notes: Hello, part threee woot. I hope you are liking the collab so far. :)

Parts: CaptivatedFlustered 


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Glass Elevator//Josh Dun

Requested: Hi! I love your imagines! Could you do a Josh one where you two HATE each other with a passion but you’re both best friends with Tyler (you’ve been best friends since you were nine) and Tyler takes the opportunity to set you both up on a blind date with each other after building up how great the other is. Thank you! <3


               “Aren’t you full of yourself Mr. “I’m a drummer so I’m better than everyone.” You snapped at Josh; who was easily the bane of your existence. His stupid attitude, his cocky stance, rude comments. Everything about him made you want to take his stupid snapback off and shove it down his throat. Maybe then he would stop talking.

               A snort and a cocky smirk was all you got in response; his comeback cut off by Tyler walking in, arms crossed as he shook his head at you two. You felt bad for Tyler when it came to tour; having his drummer and photographer fighting tooth and nail must be hard. Especially when he’s best friends with both and refuses to choose a favorite.

               “Can you two please get along? Please!” Tyler groaned, walking over and pushing the two of you apart from each other. Neither of you intended on violence, but you did manage to get chest-to-chest. “I love you both to death and I hate the constant fighting!” Tyler was raising his voice, as he usually did when lecturing you two. Though everyone found his random bouts of screeching quite comical. “I want to have a fun tour where Josh likes Y/N, and Y/N likes Josh. Or at least have you to stand each other. I don’t want to constantly get pulled away from video chats with my family because a crew member is scared that you two will start throwing punches!” The look on the singers face screamed exhaustion, which was to be expected. He was always the one keeping you two apart; or finding ways to keep the two of you from fighting. Not to mention desperately trying to spend an equal time with both of you, in fear that you guys would fight about that too (which yes, it had happened. Not your fault Josh is possessive).

               “I’m sorry, he was being rude and I don’t stand for that.” You shrugged, about to walk away when Tyler grabbed your shoulder. “Ty.” You started, a feeling of fear building in your stomach when he just let go of your shoulder; waving you off.

               “Just go. I’ll figure something out so you won’t have to leave.” Leave? What is Tyler talking about leaving?

               “You stupid asshole!” You didn’t know what came over you, but for some reason you knew Josh was to blame. “You’re possessive over Tyler so you have to fight me and you’re trying to make me lose my job. I hate you. You’re so.” You paused, arms flailing as you swore you saw red (and not just Josh’s red hair).

               “Amazing?” He laughed, causing the adrenaline to pump through your body as you pounced. You had no muscle whatsoever, so your jump did nothing besides knock him off guard—resulting in the two of you landing on the floor; your arm in a strange and painful position. “What the hell?” Josh whispered, quickly shifting to let your arm free as you felt tears brim in your eyes. Why did you just do that? “Y/N.” Josh started, obviously shocked by how fast your mood had changed.

               “I’ll pack my stuff and book the first flight home. Bye guys.” You mumbled, standing up and running toward the bus. Good job Y/N. Good job.


               “Hey.” You heard Tyler whisper from the front of the silent tour bus; you were currently curled up in your bunk softly sobbing as you looked at flights. You knew nobody would let you stay, especially not after your irrational decision. “Y/N.” He sighed, opening the curtain slowly as you shifted closer to the wall, encouraging him to slide in beside you. Which he happily did; wrapping his arm tightly around your shoulders. “Why? You aren’t violent so I know you wouldn’t have hurt him. But why get physical?” His words caused a pathetic whimper to pass your lips. You felt your hands slightly shake as you went to book the first flight you saw pop up; only to have your laptop closed slowly over your fingers. “Enough of that, talk to me now.” Tyler grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, turning it so you were looking at him. His once lively brown eyes now filled with exhaustion.

               “I don’t know. I’m an irrational idiot who just lost her job and just wants to go home.” You felt like a lost little girl who was beyond homesick. Tour was fun and all, but the way Josh scowled at you, and the rude remarks under his breath as he passed by made it a torture sentence. The two of you had gotten along on past tours; but now he was just being impossible. “Just let me book a flight home and I’ll be gone.” You mumbled, trying to turn your head and open your laptop. Groaning as Tyler wouldn’t let you.

               “Thing is, I’m not letting you get fired. Nobody besides the three of us saw what happened. It didn’t take much for Josh to realize that you’re about as violent as a kitten. We both want you to stay—but we want to know what got into you.” Josh believed his words without much fight? Sure.

               “I got pushed to my limit which is why I want to go home.” You snarled as Tyler sighed once again.

               “We’re stopping at a hotel for a couple of days in the next city. You having your own room will have to be the closest thing to home.” He shrugged, causing you to pout. “Don’t be like that.” He hugged you closer, now resting his chin on your head. “Josh isn’t a bad guy you know. He just doesn’t know how to warm up to people properly. You have to get past his mean outer shell before you get the nice, soft cuddly inside.” You rolled your eyes, Tyler had to be kidding right?

               “Yeah, right.” You growled, sliding so you could lay down in your bunk. Resting your head on Tyler’s stomach.

               “I’m serious Y/N. How do you think I put up with him for so long? He really is sick as frick. He kind of reminds me of you when we first met. Little 9 year old Y/N was scary, and mean.” You laughed at the memory of your first conversation with Tyler. You made fun of his weird haircut and shirt, to which he made fun of your “ugly girl face”. From that day on the two of you were inseparable. “I talked to him and he would be fine with this, but will you please join us for dinner. A nice, slow paced one with Mark and no mean comments. He said he’ll try to open up for you; and I want you to do the same for him. So please come along?” You sighed, knowing tour would be pretty hard if you didn’t at least give the idea a chance.

               “Fine. When and where?” You looked up to see Tyler with a wide smile across his face who began to blabber on about the plan him and Mark had devised.


               Two days later you were in front of the mirror running your fingers through your hair. They had said dress casually-nice. So you decided on your nicest shirt and jeans; not like you were dressing to impress. You knew none of the guys had thought of you in that way, and no way were you going to hook up with a random dude.

               “Downstairs.” Mark directed as you passed him in the hall; he was in the clothes he wore earlier. Wasn’t he supposed to be joining? Before you could ask, he was gone. Probably in his room. You shrugged, maybe he was just changing.

               “Oh, Y/N.” You heard Josh mumble as you walked up to the hotel restaurant doors; it was only Josh and you so far. Him in a button-down shirt with jeans; which looked nice on him


               Did you seriously just say that?

               You internally shook it off and looked around for Tyler or Mark; neither of which seemed to be coming down anytime soon—so the two of you decided to be as mature as you could and begin eating before them. Not like they would have waited for the two of you if roles were reversed.

               “So, why did you choose photography?” Josh asked, rubbing the back of his neck after the two of you sat in awkward silence for a minute or two.

               “Um. I don’t know actually.” You laughed to yourself, “It just kind of came to me. That’s like asking why you chose drums. There isn’t a real answer.” He nodded, sending a small smile your way. Maybe the night wouldn’t be so bad after all.

               The two of you went on to talk about random topics together; about everything and anything that had come to mind as you ate. It was weird; for once you felt comfortable around Josh—you didn’t want to snark at him, you weren’t awaiting the moment when the two of you would part ways. You were having fun with him; and secretly didn’t want to leave his presence.

               “You know, you’re not as scary as your little pounce the other day said you were.” Josh laughed, causing your face to turn red. “No need to blush; I found it sort of cute. You were like an angry little kitten.” Your face blushed harder.

               “You found that cute? Even after I screamed in your face and claimed to hate you?” You couldn’t help but laugh. Before the conversation could continue; the waiter walked up.    

               “You guys won’t need to pay tonight. The gentleman from that table took care of the bill for you.” You and Josh shared a confused look before turning to see where the waiter was pointing. Toward a table with Mark and Tyler giving the two of you cheesy grins and thumbs ups.

               Those little shits. They had it planned. You took a breath after the waiter left; not realizing you were holding it. Thanking Josh for the night quickly before standing to go to your room; shooting a glare at your best friend as you walked quickly to the elevator. Not realizing Josh was on your heels.

               “Hey. If it’s any defense of mine, I thought they were joining our table too.” He mumbled, walking in the elevator with you. “I’m sorry if that ruined everything. I had a really good time; and don’t want it to end.” You felt your face flush, you sort of felt the same way. Didn’t you? “How mad would you be if I kissed you?” Josh whispered; before snapping back into reality and turning bright red; obviously speaking before thinking. You bit your lip; studying his features as you acted on impulse, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the drummers lips. Pulling away a second after smiling.

               “To get any more, you need to take me on a few more dates.” You winked at him, leaning back against the elevator wall as the door opened to your floor. You had parted ways with Josh; entering your room before checking your phone to see a text from Tyler. It was sent only a couple minutes ago.

               “AWEEE. That was cute. Mark and I did well (just saying, before you two start sucking each other’s faces off; make sure it’s not a GLASS ELEVATOR”

jamesandlilyaredead  asked:

CONGRATS LANA YOU BEAUTIFUL GLOWING SUN GODDESS!! you deserve all those followers and then some <3 can i get jily drabble? just some snarky fluffy totally not dead assholes in love (and maybe a few cliched fic tropes thrown in there for fun because that's my jam) (i almost typed 'that's my james' and figured you needed to know this) <3 <3


One snarky fluffy Jily assholes ft. “is she dating my best friend?” and pining and James gets drunk

“You going out with Evans again?”

Sirius stops in his tracks, frowning at James. “Yeah, told you. We’re going to see that play.”

“And since when are you into plays?” James finds himself asking. There’s a note of bitterness to his voice but he can’t stop himself. He’s been in love with Lily Evans ever since they were thirteen and she shoved his head in the sand on the playground for being a prat.

And now Sirius seems to be dating her.

James’ best friend grins at him, all cocky smiles and a leather jacket. “Since they have badass queer characters and dragons.”

“That’s fair.”

So he’s left to his own devices again, trying not to be an idiot who is jealous of his best friend and a girl he’s never had claim on. Obviously, the only thing he can do is get ridiculously drunk.

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cupcakeblake  asked:

are you taking prompts? if so could you do something with "we're just friends / she is, i'm not" for jily? :D

sorry it took so long <3 <3

It’s kind of surreal being friends with Lily Evans.

For one, James never really thought it would actually happen. Their first meeting ended terribly, with Lily throwing a bottle of water at him and calling him an arrogant toerag which. Well, he guesses he kind of deserved it, simultaneously hitting on her and insulting her in one go.

And to be honest, he didn’t even expect to get as far as friendship with her. He was content to stay in the ‘mostly irritating but sometimes amusing’ category because at least he got to see her, and then whine about how pretty her hair is and have you seen her eyes they’re amazing to Sirius over drinks.

But then they did become friends.

Very, very, close friends.

James isn’t sure if he hates it or loves it. Probably some combination of the both.

Lily lives with her sister, but the two of them are always having some sort of falling out, so she’s always coming over to his and Sirius’ flat, so much so that she has her own keys and her hard lemonade has replaced the coconut water his best mate keeps in the fridge.

They’re very close friends in the sense that she keeps her toiletries in his bathroom because he has the shower with better water pressure, not to mention the actual tub. Not mention that half his closet is filled with her clothes and the first time he found her knickers in the laundry basket (black with a polka dot print and lace trimming which he really did not need to know) James turned bright red and almost keeled over right then and there. It provided fuel for wisecracks for the next week.

Close friends in the sense that her official spot is next to him during group outings, that she’s liable to fall asleep curled into him during movie nights, that she steals his hoodies and makes him race against her in Mario Kart, keeping up a steady stream of smack talk and roughly shoving her shoulder into his while she laughs.

It’s the best.

It’s also the worst.

And James is undeniably, 100% fucked.

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Imagine #15 Brett- Taken

Request-  Imagine being Scott and Stiles’ childhood bestfriend and coming back to Beacon Hills. They are both attracted to you and both want to ask you out but to their surprise you agreed to go out with Brett

A/N- I changed this one up a bit to where you’re already in a relationship with Brett, but that’s about it. Enjoy!

“Scott!” Stiles called as the alpha pulled off his helmet, tucking it under his arm.
He walked, more like flailed forward, and began to tell Scott the news he had heard. “We got another new girl,” he said excitedly.
“So?” Scott asked. “We get new people all the time. Which is pretty weird considering the amount of murders in this town. I mean, you’d think there would be more people leaving than-”
“No time!” Stiles cut him off. “The girl, guess what her name is?!”
Scott raised his eyebrows, at a total loss as to why Stiles was acting like a total spaz. Well more of a spaz than usual, which he hadn’t thought was possible.
“Y/n Y/l/n,” Stiles stated.
“Y/n Y/-from the third grade?” he asked.
“The one and only,” Stiles told him. “She’s back dude. God, I had it so bad for her.”
Scott scoffed. “You had it worse for Lydia.”
“But that was only until after Y/n moved away,” Stiles pointed out. “Where did she move anyway?”
Scott frowned, trying to think, but suddenly the shrill bell signaling classes cut through his thoughts. “I don’t remember, but I have to get to biology. See you at lunch.”

You payed for your lunch, exiting the line and looking for a table to sit. You mentally cursed yourself for standing there like an idiot, but since you hadn’t made any friends in any of your new classes, you had no idea where to sit. Being the new girl was always hard, but the last time you had moved was sixth grade.
At least it’s not middle school, you told yourself, as you slowly walked down the aisles, picking up bits and pieces of different conversations.
“…think he’s going to ask me tomorr…”
“…coming to the scrimmage? I heard it’s…”
You hadn’t recognized anyone at all until you passed a table with only two a couple seats free.
“…again?!” a strawberry blonde girl was exclaiming, jumping up from the table. “Really, Stiles? You picked picture day to spill yogurt on my shirt? Not to mention this is the second time in a row!”
You tilted your head. Stiles? You knew that name, and it had only belonged to one person you had ever known. You concluded it had to be the same boy, and you turned to the table.
“Um, sorry are you Stiles Stilinski?” you asked a tall guy with messy brown hair, as he profusely apologized to the strawberry blonde.
“Y/n?” he asked, his face widening into a broad grin.
“You remember me!” you exclaimed, your lips turning up.
“How could I forgot the girl who gave Jackson Whittemore a bloody nose?” he asked. He turned to the rest of the table, introducing you to everybody.
You definitely remembered Scott and Lydia, who had now gone to the bathroom to try and get the pale pink splotch out of her new top, but there were a few new additions. Scott introduced you to a pretty Asian girl named Kira, and a tall brunette with close cropped hair named Malia.
There was also Liam, a short blonde boy with bright blue eyes, and his best friend Mason, but Scott told you they were only sophomores. They invited you to sit down, and to your surprise it wasn’t awkward at all. They treated you as if they had known you forever, and you had never been more relieved in your life.
Too soon, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. “Well, I guess I’ll see you all later,” you told them. “It was really awesome to see you guys again.”
This part was directed at Scott and Stiles, and the boy grinned at you like idiots. “You know,” Scott said. “There’s a lacrosse scrimmage today. You could come and watch. We’re both on the team, and so is Kira.”
“That’s perfect,” you said brightly. “I was already planning on going so that’ll be fun. It’ll give me a chance to get to know everyone a little more.”
The pack dispersed, leaving Scott and Stiles walking back to U.S history by themselves. “So Y/n…” Scott started, once they were sitting in the classroom.
“She got hot,” Stiles remarked.
“Stiles,” Scott complained.
“Come on dude, like you’re not thinking it too?”
“Okay, she is pretty attractive,” the alpha admitted. “I think I’m gonna ask her out today.”
Stiles laughed. “No you’re not,” he said.
“What? Why not?” Scott demanded.
“Because I’m asking her out,” Stiles informed him. “Okay?”
“Not if I get there first,” Scott told him, eyeing the clock.
Stiles’ eyes flicked upwards, seeing that there were only fifteen minutes left to class, and then school would be over and you would be waiting to meet up with them on the bleachers. Needless to say, as soon as that bell rang, Scott and Stiles were the first two out of the room.
The two boys raced down the hall, but as Scott pushed open the giant blue doors, Stiles took a left turn. Scott’s brow furrowed. Was he taking a shortcut that Scott didn’t know about?
It didn’t matter, he decided, because he had the speed of an alpha. He did end up getting there first, catching sight of you leaning against the edge of the bleachers. You waved when you saw him, a bit confused as to way he was sprinting towards you. “Y/n,” he said between breaths. “I was wondering-if you- wanted to-”
Suddenly Stiles slammed into him, in what looked to you like some sort of weird best friend hug. He patted Scott on the back roughly.
“H-hey buddy,” he said, then he turned to you, talking faster than you thought humanly possible. “Y/nareyoubusyfridaynight?”
“What?” you asked with a small laugh. “Sorry I didn’t catch any of that.”
“I wanted to know if you wanted to-”
“Go on a date with me?” Scott finished, his hand now firmly clapped over Stiles’ mouth. The human’s eyes widened furiously and he ripped Scott’s hand from his mouth.
“He means me,” he said, glaring at Scott. “He’s asking for me.”
“No I’m n-”
You cleared your throat loudly. “Stiles, to answer your question, I am busy Friday night.”
Scott’s face fell as Stiles stepped up with a grin on his face. “Okay then what about Sat-”
“I’m busy because I’m going on a date with my boyfriend,” you clarified.
“Wait, what?” The words tumbled from Stiles’s mouth before he could stop them. “Since when do you have a boyfriend?”
“Since last year,” you told him. “He goes to Devenford, my old school. You might know him actually-”
“Wait, you used to go to Devenford?” Scott demanded.
“Yeah?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “You guys know I only moved across the county right?”
Scott scratched the back of his neck. “Uh…we might have forgotten.”
You laughed. “Well yeah, I didn’t think you would remember. The last time I saw you was third grade.”
“Hey cutie,” another voice said.
You looked behind you just as Brett Talbot wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “These losers bothering you?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes. “No. And they’re not losers they’re my friends.”
“Well, as long as your ‘friends’ know you’re taken, I’m cool with that,” Brett told you his eyes narrowing. “Don’t you guys have to get ready for the game?”
“Yep,” Stiles said, grabbing Scott’s shirt. “That is exactly what we have to do and we should probably go do it. Right now, Scott.”
“See you later, Y/n,” Scott said, turning away and looking like a kicked puppy.
“I’m never going to make any friends if you keep scaring them off,” you grumbled to your boyfriend after they were gone.
“What can I say?” Brett asked. “I want everyone to know I’m dating the most gorgeous girl in Beacon Hills.”
You rolled your eyes, shrugging off his long arms and kissing his cheek. “Go win me a lacrosse game, you loser.”

Hogwarts Calum AU: Part 2


Calum didn’t move from your bedside when you were in the hospital wing. Thankfully, due to the spell he cast the speed of the fall didn’t have a great effect but your whole leg had ended up in a cast. He was just glad you didn’t hurt your spine. One crack and you could’ve been paralysed. But sadly, due to the hit in your head, you had slipped into a coma because of your unconsciousness.

Calum took the blame for everything, as he should. Dumbledore didn’t see much point dismissing him this close to his OWL’s but assured Calum he would not be returning to continue his studies after this year at Hogwarts. The only time he wasn’t by your bedside was during lessons. He brought books and homework up with him to revise and occupy him and the house elves brought up food for him as they brought food up to Madame Pomfrey to give to you through a tube(some muggle thing Calum didn’t really understand).

He tried to ignore the whispers. The Slytherin’s calling him a murderer, the Hufflepuffs scurrying from him, his once close friends were now cautious around him. But the worst of all was your house. No doubt about it, they could be very ferocious. He took every yell and rant from your friends, every remark from anyone to go join the Death Eaters, every snide comment in History of Magic saying how he took a leaf out of Voldemort’s book. He welcomed every bit of it. Because he knew he deserved it. Nothing would undo what he’s done to you.

And of course, Calum’s Quidditch privileges were taken away from him too. In his eyes, that was hardly the punishment he deserved. Because of him, he could’ve ruined your chance to ever play Quidditch again, never mind your high chances at being signed onto a good team and making a living from being a seeker once you’ve finished school.

As Calum looked up from his Herbology book, he noticed something he’d never thought about before. How your hair always fell in the same way and how your cheeks always had the same tint to them. Although he couldn’t help but notice everything else. You increasingly losing weight. Your skin slightly paler than usual. Eyelids heavily closed. And your lips that always curved into that familiar smirk were now left, chapped and in a straight line.

Memories flooded his brain, the discussion between you two before the match. Calum couldn’t stand what this jealousy had drove him to do. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror without thinking of your hurt face when he spat:
“You expect me to shake your hand? There’s nothing friendly about this 

He would be reduced to tears when he thought about your arms and legs flailing about, trying to grab onto something, anything that would stop you from falling. When he compares that look to the one of excitement and giddiness when you walked out onto the pitch it’s like the two faces were, well they are complete opposites. But the face of you smiling and waving wasn’t the one stuck in Calum’s head. It was the one when you realised it was him who had pushed you. He felt like the image was imprinted on his skull, his brain couldn’t escape it. It was silly, but Calum found it comforting to talk to you. When no one else was in the wing, he’d read out random facts about Hippogriffs for you or make a list of who made remarks and defended you that day or little things he remembered from the past. But when he sat down that day it felt different. Everything had become normal, a second instinct to him. The comments, rushing up to you, eating with you. Calum realised that without even knowing he would travel up here to see you. One night it was a Saturday. Everyone else was eating but Calum insisted he stayed up here with you. Of course Madame Pomfrey didn’t question his intentions as seeing him feel so much guilt made her actually pity the boy. And so with nothing but candlelight and the moon to light the room Calum stared at you as he spoke. His feet were resting on the metal side of the bed as he sat back in his chair.

“Sally came up to me again today.” He laughed.
“Absolutely screeched at me outside of potions. And now I’ve swapped seats with Michael so he can sit next to that Hufflepuff girl, I’m left with your ex-boyfriend sitting next to me.” He informs you.
“Acts like he’s still your boyfriend.” He mutters.
“Can you wake up so you can give me permission to punch him in the face? Nevermind, you’ll do that once you wake up anyway because he’s still calling you his girlfriend.” he informed you.
“I know you hate him. Let’s be honest I do too. When he tried to convince you he changed, everyone believed him for a while. But you soon realised the act. Realise, if your a dick who wants to go out with the smartest girl in school, don’t put on an act. It’s gonna be obvious to her.” He told you.

“And then there was that day when you were skating across the lake.” He mentioned.
“You didn’t notice I was at Hogwarts for that Christmas as well. And then in 4th year, we became quite close. You had to tutor me in Transfiguration because McGonagall was giving up hope in ever successfully teaching me.” He chuckled.
“And I’m still top of the class now. Well, underneath you of course.” He said.
“And I was still hanging about with those dickheads. Who told me I couldn’t be your friend. Then when I denied it, they said that they’d bet you I could get into your pants. I told them I wouldn’t take advantage of you but from then on I left you alone. I thought it would be better off because then one of your friends wouldn’t overhear something one of them said and upset you.” He hadn’t even noticed the tear that fell across his face.
“I spent so much time trying not to let them hurt you and then…” His voice quivers for a moment.
“I almost kill you myself.” He cracks. He chuckles for a moment.
“The irony.” He tells you.

“And when I think about you and your curious, wide eyes looking around platform 9 and ¾ when you first came; I realise how much both you and I have grown. Your cheeks no longer get as red as they use to, and you’ve lost weight whilst still being curvy. When you use to remain quiet at someone’s comments you will now stand up to them and correct them, getting them back. When you were afraid to put your hand up in class you now do it with confidence and glee, just loving your life here.” He opens. He laughs to himself again.

“Ya know, for a little while a had a crush on you.“ He confessed, muttering to himself.
“I was gonna ask you to the Yule Ball. I sorta noticed it when I was thinking of who to go with and my mind instantly thought of you. The way your kind, you’re smart, beautiful. And then I saw you hugging him with a rose in your hand. It doesn’t take an idiot to put 2 plus 2 together.” He recounts his side of the story.
“And I sat by and watched you all night, just dance around with him. Other than when his hands travelled a bit too much South and you went ballistic at him.” He laughed at him self, recalling the memory of you yelling at him in the middle of the dance floor.
“It’s strange. One action can affect your lifestyle so much. One action can make you feel so much. One action can be a mistake that changes a persons life for the worst. One action can change the way that so many people see you.” He fell silent for a moment.

“One action can change the way you see yourself.” He finalised.

He looked upon you now, wondering whether the magic in fairytales counted in the wizarding world. Whether there was the possibility that he was your true love and he could kiss you and wake you of a sleeping curse. But that wouldn’t be true. Of course girls like you never noticed Calum. Not the ones worth loving. Those who just assumed he was like every other popular boy in the year, just looking for a fuck-buddy. Where as Calum was different. But the only reason he caught your attention was because he was the Star Seeker. And if you wanted to win the cup, you had to be able to beat him. You train nearly every evening of the week, and Calum took this as a massive compliment. You were good, but to know you thought you would have to train so much so you could beat him, that made him feel good.
“Ya know, I finally got round to finishing that muggle book. The Great Gatsby. I remember you saying how it was your favourite.” He said.
“Think I’ll leave it here in case you wake up.” He announced before realising what he was doing was stupid. No one was listening, you certainly weren’t.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so so sorry.” He said, standing up. He didn’t know whether it was too big a risk. Someone walking in, thinking he was molesting or taking advantage of you. But he did. He placed his books back on the chair behind him for a minute and pushed your hair back.

He leant over you body and place his lips on your skin, just in the middle of your forehead, letting them linger there for a few seconds. He pulled them away, his hand still lightly resting against your face, and he brushed your cheek, tears blurring his vision.

He couldn’t stand it. He picked up his things and left.

The Gryffindor boy, now isolated from everyone else within the castle it seemed, was travelling up to your room when the sunset.

Three boys, Michael, Ashton and Luke, all invited him to Hogsmeade with them today, in the hopes to cheer him up.

But he walked in to find your bed was abandoned. The person who he had placed a kiss on every night for the last week was gone. And Madame Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen.

You couldn’t of gone to St.Mungo’s, you’ve already been check over there. He couldn’t see where you’d of gone. But he looked over.

The Great Gatsby book had been taken from beside your bed.

He didn’t understand.

Unless… Unless…you were awake.

Calum ran to everyone and everywhere, frequently asking Luke if he’d seen you in the Ravenclaw common room, double checking the library, great hall, astronomy tower, anywhere and everywhere within the castle walls.

Then he could think of only one place left. And no doubt about it with your hair blowing in the wind in front of an orange sky you were chasing a snitch around on the Quidditch field, your leg was now normal. Calum assumed Mrs Pomfrey took care of it. As she always told Quidditch players
“I can mend bones in a heartbeat.”

Now you were okay. But there was only one question ringing in Calum’s mind now:

Did she hear me confess?

A Peek into the Future P4

—I forgot Tikki… can we just assume she’s sitting on Marinette’s shoulder the whole time?

When Marinette’s panic attack subsided, the two Ladybugs eased into a more comfortable conversation. One revolving around a certain blonde model

“Is Adrien still modeling?”

Of course, the older Ladybug knew exactly where he was. Aside from the small flicker of a smile, she was good at hiding it. “Yes, but he’s drifted into the background of the fashion industry.” Marinette tilted her head in question. “He actually works more closely with his father instead of being the one in front of the camera.”

The girl gasped. She was sure she was hearing it right, but she just had to ask, “He’s better with his father now?”

“Better than ever. Although, I’m pretty sure a certain cat helped along in that.”

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