A/N: wow I went overboard with this and it’s really all over the place so if you’re confused feel free to message me so I can make things clearer.
This is my first imagine for Harry Hook so I don’t really have his character down yet, also I really hate the ending but I didn’t want it to go on forever so I needed to finish it up.
Being the fifth wheel in a group of some of the most infamous VK’s has never been Y/N’s ideal life, but when approached by the four most feared kids on an island, one does not simply say no.
She hangs around as almost a form of protection, the stigma of the four keeping others away from her. Almost like a security blanket, she can count on having a place in the corner of Mal’s apartment, even if she only stood in the shadows.
Then one day that protection vanishes, the core four summoned to Auradon on Prince Ben’s orders, leaving her behind with nothing.
Two months later she makes her way down an alley way, tugging down the sleeves on her jacket as she nears Ursula’s Chip Shop.
Practically the entire restaurant freezes as she enters, drawing the attention of two teens in particular.
“Well well well,” the teal haired girl sing-songs, dropping a tray onto a table as she walks by, “what do we have here?”
She walks up to the girl, eyebrows raised.
“Tell me Harry,” Uma asks, circling around the her, “are we taking in strays?”
“Hm, I dunno,” the boy replies, smirk on his face, “she’s cute though, maybe we should keep her. I could use another play thing.”
“I just came for food,” Y/N replies, crossing her arms over her chest, “not to join some kiddy pirate crew.”
Uma place a hand on Harry’s chest before he can rush forward, her eyebrows raised slightly.
“Impressive,” she mutters, nodding, “take a seat, I’ll have a server sent your way.”
The girl sits down on a stool, all to aware of the boy who now occupies the seat next to her.
“It’s a shame darlin’,” he drawls, leaning his chin on his hand, “we could’ve had lots of fun together.”
“Never thought you’d want anything to do with me,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, “last I checked I was part of Mal’s crew, not Uma’s.”
“And last time I checked,” Harry smirked, “your little crew are now frolicking around the fields of Auradon, and you’re still here. No crew, no friends, no nothing.”
The girl clenches her fist under the table, swallowing back her words.
“Your point?” She asks.
The pirate smirks, twirling his hook around in his hand.
“Just plotting love,” he says, standing up, “I’ll see you ‘round.”
That is the first of many encounters with the infamous pirate teen, it seems as if every time she turns a corner he’s there, a smirk on his face, the hook in his hand and a backhanded complement dripping off his lips.
Four months after Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos left for Auradon she’s walking through the Isle, hands shoved in her pockets.
“Hello there love,” he says from behind her, a half smile appearing on her face, “fancy seeing you here.”
“Is it?” She asks, keeping her stride as Harry falls into step next to her. “Don’t you know where I am at all times? Isn’t that the job of a stalker?”
“I’m offended you would even think I would stoop to that level,” he says, placing a hand on his heart in fake shock.
“What do you want Hook?” She questions, leaning against the brick wall.
“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he replies.
“Do you now?” She smirks. “And is this your proposition or Uma’s?”
“Both,” Harry answers, twirling his necklace around in his fingers, “come to the chip shop tonight, two a.m. We want to talk.”
With that, the pirate turns on his heel and walks down the alley.
“And if I don’t?” She calls.
And she does, at two a.m. on the dot she shoves her way into the shop, one hand on her hip.
“She’s a prompt one,” Uma says from the back.
“Mother always taught me to be on time,” she says sarcastically, making her way towards her.
“Mother’s always give the best advice,” Uma replies, gesturing for the girl to sit down.
“So what is this,” Y/N asks, “I’ve already told you that I don’t have any info on Mal and her friends, haven’t heard from any of them since they left.”
“Nah it ain’t about that,” Uma shakes her head, leaning on her elbows on the counter, “I want…well, we want you to join our crew. Not an entry level type thing, I want you up with us, with me and Harry and Gil. I wanna add a fourth to our ranks.”
“Why me?” She questions, leaning forward. “You could get anyone on this island, especially since Mal left, so why me?”
“Power,” Uma shrugs, “simple as that. You were on Mal’s crew, you’ve got status here. You need a crew and I need a fourth member, figured we could help each other out.”
“You’d be willing to work with me?” Y/N questions, noticing Harry lurking in the background. “And your crew would too?”
“They don’t have a choice,” Uma replies, “but yes, I am willing.”
“And you?” Y/N throws her question at Harry, keeping her eyes trained on Uma.
She sees Harry smirk from the corner of her eye.
“Welcome aboard princess.”
A few days later Y/N joins the pirate crew aboard their ship, arms crossed over her chest.
“I’ll teach you the ropes,” Harry says, “literally and figuratively. You’ll pick it up in no time.”
The two teens spend practically every minute of every day together for the next few weeks, becoming incredibly close incredibly fast.
“We’ve been working hard all day love,” Harry says, leaning against the mast as the girl turns to look at him, “let’s go on a walk.”
“You sure Uma is okay with that?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“Uma doesn’t control every single thing I do,” he rolls his eyes, “c'mon, lets have a rest.”
“Walk me down the beach?” She suggests, holding her hand out to him.
Harry takes it gladly.
“After you princess.”
The two teens walk down the sand, hands still intertwined.
“So I know that ‘dating’ isn’t really a thing here,” she starts, “but you and Uma…is that a thing or?”
“Me and Uma?” The pirate laughs. “Nah, we’re just mates, the best of friends I would say. We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. Why?”
“Just curious,” she shrugs, staring at the shore line.
“I would call dating a thing here though,” Harry says, “it maybe be different than what they have there at Boradon,” Y/N laughs at his nickname for the mainland, “but it’s still a thing. We may be villains, but we’re allowed to fall in love, to get as close to a happy ending as possible.”
“You think we deserve that?” Y/N asks. “Cause I think the people over there think we deserve to pay for the sins of our parents.”
“Doesn’t matter what they think,” Harry replies, “they don’t know what life’s like over here, they don’t get a say in what we deserve.”
“I like that,” she smiles.
“I like you,” Harry says, biting down slightly on his lip as he looks at her.
“Yeah?” She asks, a half smile on her face as the boy nods. “I like you too.”
Harry’s smirk widens, his hand squeezing hers as they continue to walk down the beach.
“We should head back soon,” Y/N says quietly, “I promised Uma I’d cover a shift at the shop tonight.”
“Kiss me first,” Harry says, turning her around so they’re face to face instead of next to each other, “then we’ll go back.”
She does as he asks, smiling as she presses her lips to his. She feels his hand cup her cheek, the slight sea breeze blowing through her hair.
“More of that later?” She questions, causing Harry to smirk again.
“Much more of that later, love,” he says, taking his hat off of his head and placing it on hers, “much more.”
Six months after Mal left the Isle, she came back. Y/N sits in Ursula’s shop, she felt Mal’s presence before Harry even told her.
“She’s back isn’t she,” the girl asks as her boyfriend plops into the seat next to her, “I can feel it.”
“Yeah, she is,” Harry replies, “saw her at Tremaine’s salon, how are you doing?”
“I guess ’m okay,” she shrugs, “but that girl essentially left me for dead, right now all I want to do is see the look on her face when she realizes I thrived while she was gone, that I don’t need her or her posse to run this town.”
“You’re so hot when you’re revengeful,” Harry growls, surging forward and practically smashing their lips together in a heated mess.
“Oh get a room you two,” Uma says a few minutes later, practically throwing a tray down on the bar for Gil.
Harry pulls away from her, only to press another short, bruising kiss to her lips.
“I’ve got a plan,” Uma says, leaning against the counter, “you ready for this?”
Her question is pointed at Y/N, the girl smirks.
“I’m ready for anything.”
Much to Y/N’s surprise, Mal actually shows up to the shop. Uma practically growls, walking up to the purple haired girl as Harry slides an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.
“How ya doin’?” He whispers, lips ghosting over her ear as he kisses the skin gently.
“She may have changed her look, but she hasn’t changed her attitude,” the girl says, “she hated being bad, deep down she always wanted to be like the kids in Auradon, no amount of hair dye and leather can change that.”
As Mal and Uma talk, the purple haired girl’s eyes shift around the shop, landing on the couple near the back.
Y/N presses kisses to Harry’s jaw line, taking the tri-horned hat off of his head and placing it on hers, a smirk playing on her lips as she sees Mal turn her gaze back to Uma.
“And what exactly did that accomplish?” Harry questions playfully.
“Maybe nothing, probably nothing,” Y/N shrugs, smiling up at him, “but it was fun.”
“You’re evil,” Harry mumbles.
“You love it.”
“Hmm,” he hums, grin on his face, “that I do.”
“Walk me home?” She asks, intertwining their fingers.
“After you,” Harry replies, opening the back door for them to leave.
The couple makes their way down the alley, Harry’s arm around her shoulders and their fingers intertwined.
“No no I’m serious,” Y/N says with a light laugh, “she froze the entire kingdom and then turned her own sister to ice.”
“Sounds like she belongs over here,” Harry replies, “not in Auradon.”
“Must be because she’s of royal blood,” the girl shrugs, “but who knows.”
The conversation comes to a halt when Y/N’s eyes land on her used-to-be friends standing in the alley way.
“Y/N?” Evie questions with surprise. “You’re still here?”
“Where else would I be?” Y/N shoots back harshly, Harry squeezing her hand gently.
“What’s going on here?” Jay asks, hopping down from his perch above the alley.
“Just trying to get home,” Y/N replies, “what are you all doing here?”
“Getting Ben,” Carlos answers, glaring at Harry, “no thanks to this clown.”
Y/N places a hand on Harry’s chest, holding him back.
“Just leave it,” she whispers, shaking her head, “they’re not worth it.”
“You’ve changed,” Jay says, crossing his arms, “last thing I remember you wouldn’t go near Uma or her crew.”
“Yeah well,” she shrugs, looking up at Harry, “I had to survive somehow, the only friends I had deserted me. And things just…happened.”
Harry kisses her forehead, Carlos’s jaw practically hitting the floor.
“Well that’s…” he searches for words, eye darting around the alley, “new.”
“Time to go?” Harry asks in a whisper, the girl nodding in agreement.
“Good luck getting your friend back,” she says, “you’re gonna need it.”
The two of them swagger off, Harry spinning the hook around in his hand.
“You’ve gained more confidence since they left,” he says, “it’s hot. I’m proud of you.”
“All thanks to you,” she replies, “when I was friends with them I felt…weak. Like I was a charity case or something, but when I’m with you and Uma and Gil I feel…powerful. I feel like I matter.”
“You do matter,” Harry replies, “and we’re gonna rule Auradon together. And no one is going to ever make you feel like you don’t matter again.”
“Promise?” She questions, smile on her face as she cups his cheeks.
“Promise,” he smiles, kissing her hard, “we’re gonna rule the world princess.”
A/N: this is my
first descendants imagine, I hope you enjoy!!
No one dared enter the fish and chips shop after Uma
returned from her failed attempt at getting revenge on Mal. Only her and her crew went inside, hence causing
business to be at an all-time low. Not
that it was usually busy, but Uma needed the money to satisfy her mother, and
Harry’s petty theft was not enough to sustain them.
So when a girl in a torn up, bright red dress and white
leather jacket walked into the shop, it took everyone by surprise. All the pirates suspiciously eyed her as she
It wasn’t a mystery who this girl was: (Y/N) Heart, the
daughter of the Queen of Hearts, was notoriously different from her mother. While the Queen of Hearts was tempestuous,
loud, and violent, (Y/N) was a mysteriously quiet and patient girl.
“Well, well,” Harry was the first to approach her,
wearing his iconic smirk. He leaned against the wall and brushed a strand of
her hair out of her face with his hook. “What ‘cha doin’ here,
“Just getting some lunch, Hook,” she answered
simply as she grabbed his hook, moving it away from her face.
Harry chuckled to himself as he stepped out of her way,
mockingly bowing as she walked past him. She sat down at an empty table.
Uma stormed up to Harry and grabbed his collar to whisper in
“I don’t trust her,” she muttered.
“She’s just getting some food, Uma,” Harry quietly
countered her, keeping his eyes glued to (Y/N). "There’s nothing to be suspicious
“She used to be friendly with Mal,” Uma spat. "I don’t care if she’s just here for the
chips. Keep an eye on her.“ She slammed a tray with fish and chips on it
in Harry’s chest and pushed him towards (Y/N). He approached her table and carelessly tossed
the tray onto the table. When she looked
up at him, she watched as Harry turned around the chair across from her and sat
down in it.
"The waiters don’t usually keep the customers
company,” (Y/N) noted as she grabbed a chip.
Harry smirked. "Do
I look like a waiter to you, sweetheart?“
"You did bring me my food.”
They sat in silence as (Y/N) ate her fish and chips with
Harry occasionally stealing a chip.
When her meal was finished, (Y/N) nonchalantly tossed a
random amount of cash on the table and stood up. Harry immediately followed suit and shot up
from his seat.
“Thanks for the food,” she sarcastically thanked
with a tight smile, and she turned on her heel, exiting the shop. Harry turned and glanced at Uma, who signaled
for him to follow her. He groaned as he
went after her.
“You know, villains don’t normally use manners,”
he said once he caught up with her. He
attempted to wrap his arm around her shoulder, which she immediately shrugged
“I’m not a villain,” she responded. "My mother is.“
"But you’re her daughter,” Harry replied,
furrowing his brows. "Don’t you at
least think you’re evil?“
She shook her head. "I’m unpleasant, sure, but not evil. I’m not gonna try to fool myself like Mal did
and try to convince myself that I’m evil. I’ll do what I have to do to protect myself in
this place, but that’s it.“
"Then I guess you’re on that list to get more VK’s into
Auradon,” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes at the mere thought. To his surprise, (Y/N) laughed.
“Oh god no,” she scoffed. "Just because I’m not evil doesn’t mean
I’m gonna go to the land of preppy princes and princesses.“
Harry found himself genuinely laughing at that. Before he could utter a response, (Y/N)
stopped in her tracks.
"Well, this is my place,” she announced, gesturing
to the building covered in red paint. "Thanks
for walking me home. It was very
gentlemanly of you.“
She walked into her house before Harry could argue that he
was definitely not a gentleman. For a
moment, he almost forgot that the only reason that he walked her home was
because Uma wanted him to follow her.
The next morning, Harry found himself wandering in the
general vicinity of (Y/N)’s house, waiting to "accidentally” bump
into her. His opportunity presented
itself when (Y/N) stood by a fruit stand, examining the apples.
“What a coincidence,” Harry whispered into her ear
as he approached her from behind, “finding you here.”
“Didn’t think this was your area, Hook,” (Y/N)
quipped, not looking away from the fruit. She didn’t bother to tell him off as he
wrapped his arm around her waist.
“I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?”
“You certainly are,” she agreed with sarcasm
dripping from each word. She filled her
bag with apples, not paying attention to Harry, who had his chin resting on her
shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist. She handed some cash to the lady behind the
cart and began to walk home, Harry’s arm still resting in the same place.
“Why do you always pay for things?” he questioned.
(Y/N) shrugged. "Because
people need it,“ she answered.
"That’s not a very evil-”
“Unpleasant,” she corrected.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Right, unpleasant. That’s not a very unpleasant thing to do.“
"It’s not my life mission to be an unpleasant person,
Harry stopped before (Y/N), this time, upon recognizing her
house. She lightly smirked as he
unwrapped his arm from her waist.
“You know,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear,
“it’s not a very unpleasant thing for you to always walk me home,
too.” She quickly kissed Harry’s
cheek before dashing inside, leaving him standing outside as he fought the
blush creeping into his cheeks.
Harry continued to follow (Y/N), as Uma ordered, throughout
the rest of the week. Although, for him,
it felt less and less like following every day.
He was about to leave the fish and chip shop that day to begin
“following” (Y/N), but before he could exit, Uma stopped him.
“Where are you going?” she inquired.
“To follow (Y/N),” he answered as if it was
“You’ve been following her for a week,” Uma said,
“and you’ve found nothing suspicious. I think it’s safe to say she’s not a
“I said that to you when she came in, but you still
made me follow her,” Harry argued.
Uma rolled her eyes. "Whatever,
it’s not a concern anymore. Go train
instead, you’re gonna get out of shape if you keep spending all your time
following this girl.“
Harry longingly stared at the exit for a moment before
reluctantly nodding and heading towards the ship, grabbing a sword on his trek
He trained with Gil for a few hours before declaring that he
needed a break. When he turned around to
leave the ship, he spotted (Y/N) standing by the bridge. He smirked as he noticed her gaze scanning his
"What brings you here, princess?” he asked,
grabbing a towel.
She bit her lip and avoided eye contact with him. "I-“ she stopped, choking on her own
"Yes?” Harry couldn’t help but allow the grin that
was exponentially growing on his face.
“I came here because you weren’t by my house
today,” she muttered, keeping her gaze focused on the ground.
“What was that?” he questioned as he inched closer
to her. He knew exactly what she said
the first time.
“You weren’t by my house today,” she repeated a
bit louder this time.
“But why did you come here?” Harry pressed,
continuously moving closer to (Y/N) until her back was pressed against a wall.
“I told you-”
“But that wasn’t really why,” he interrupted her. Her gaze was still focused on the floor, so he
grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. "Look at me, princess.“
"I like walking around with you, okay?” she
Harry smirked. "That’s
all I needed to hear, princess.“ He
began to lean in, still gripping her chin, and their lips were millimeters
apart when they were interrupted.
"Harry!” Uma yelled, storming towards the ship. Harry groaned as he moved away from (Y/N),
resting an arm above her head.
“Sorry, love,” he quietly apologized before
turning to Uma. "Yes, Uma?“
"What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Taking a break from training.”
“With her?” She angrily gestured towards (Y/N). "I told you that you don’t have to follow
"Follow me?” (Y/N) echoed, stepping back from
Harry. "What does she mean, follow
“You only walked with me because Uma ordered you to
keep an eye on me,” she didn’t allow Harry to explain. "You never wanted to spend any time with
"No, no, sweetheart,” Harry tried to cup her face,
but she tore it away. “I-”
“All that flirting,” she spat, backing away from
him. "God, I’m so stupid, I
actually thought that meant something.“
"It did, (Y/N)-” He grabbed her wrist in an
attempt to prevent her from leaving.
“Congratulations, Harry Hook,” she scoffed, and
Harry watched a single tear roll down her cheek. "You are truly evil.“ She ripped her wrist out of his grasp and ran
He stood frozen in his spot, watching her figure fade. When she was out of sight, he started to
scream incoherently, punching the wall that he pinned (Y/N) to minutes ago.
"Come on, Harry, you haven’t trained with me for days!”
Gil exclaimed after Harry rejected his offer to train for the seventh time. "Uma’s gonna be mad if you get too far
out of shape.“
"This is Uma’s fault,” Harry seethed. "If she hadn’t ordered me to follow (Y/N),
none of this would’ve happened.“
"Dude, get over her,” he waved the thought off. "Sure, she was hot, but she was kinda
lame. I mean, she paid for her food. Who does that?“
"Someone who’s not evil,” Harry muttered and
stormed out of the shop. He headed
towards the fruit stand that he knew (Y/N) went to, the stand he went to every day
since that incident at the ship, hoping that one day she’d be there. Once he arrived and scanned the area, he
learned that she, again, was not there.
“Damnit,” he mumbled under his breath. He bided his time by perusing the selection
of fruits. By the time Harry felt like
he had examined every piece of fruit at the cart, he was starting to give up
hope. He was about to leave when a voice
caused him to perk up.
“Yeah, we ran out of apples this morning, so I’m just
running a quick errand and grabbing them,” (Y/N) was explaining to the lady
running the stand. Hook’s eyes widened
as he silently moved towards her.
(Y/N) reached into her pocket to pay for the apples, but
Harry, who stood directly behind her, beat her to it.
“Allow me, princess,” he said, handing some cash to the
lady. Both the lady and (Y/N) stared at
him with confused expressions, shocked that the notorious thief Harry Hook actually
paid for something. “Come on, love, I
want to talk,” Harry whispered in (Y/N)’s ear before dragging her off.
They wound up in a dark, quiet alleyway. When Harry finally stopped walking, (Y/N)
found a chance to rip her arm out of his grip.
She began to run away, but Harry caught her wrist.
“Just give me a minute to explain, please,” he begged
her. Taken aback by his usage of manner,
she silently obliged and stopped trying to escape. “I messed up.”
“Yeah you did.” It
was the first time she had actually spoken to him.
“I know, I know, and I’m a total idiot,” he agreed with her,
“and I’m sorry. When you walked in the
shop that first day, Uma was suspicious of you.
I told her that there was nothing going on, but she insisted that I follow
you. I didn’t want to, I swear, but I had
to. And every day that I spent with you,
it felt less and less like following and more and more like… like-”
“Like what?” (Y/N) questioned, subconsciously inching closer
“It felt like we were just spending time together, you
know? Actually enjoying it.”
“That still doesn’t justify you leading me on like that just
as an attempt to get information,” she huffed, crossing her arms.
“Get information?” He
stared at her quizzically. “I didn’t
flirt with you to get information.”
“Then what was it? Am
I just a game to you? Harry Hook, the
infamous flirt on the Isle, just had
to have a crack at me to see if he could do it.
Well congrats, you did it. Now
you can move on and go pursue some other-”
Before she could finish her ramble, Harry frustratedly
grabbed her face and smashed his lips against hers. He slowly moved forward, backing (Y/N) into
“What,” she tore away from Harry, breathing heavily, “was
“You never seem to let me speak, do you, princess?” Harry grinned before pressing his lips on (Y/N)’s
once again, this time allowing her to reciprocate faster. She knocked his hat off his head and tangled
her fingers in his hair.
“I’m still mad at you,” she reminded him after she pulled
away, fighting a smile.
Summary:college!au Where Tom is a genuine sweetheart trying to make it through college without completely losing his mind; his three close friends make it easier though. However, there’s one girl who wears the big sweaters and seems to have her head more in her sketchbook than anywhere else who changes him after he gets caught blatantly admiring her from afar. Tom takes it upon himself to make her problems his problems, but sometimes it’s just better to not stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Emphasis on the sometimes though.
A/N: Have some Damian! There’s been a constant flow of nothing but Jason lately, so have some Damian to balance it out! I hope you like it! I wanted to give you guys some fluff to apologize for all the angst in The Joyride.
Your breath hitched in your throat as Damian passed you swiftly in the hall. You hated yourself for the feelings that you harbored for him. He was your best friend, and you were sure he saw you as nothing more. Yet you couldn’t stop your heart from racing every time you were near him, or the strange giddiness that afflicted you in his presence.
You sighed lightly and continued on your way downstairs, a book in hand. You reached the living room, finding that the fireplace was lit, casting a warm orange glow across the room.
The pitter-patter of the rain outside was calming, and merged pleasantly with the crackling fire.
You settled into the far end of one of the long, forest green couches that surrounded the dark mahogany coffee table, nestling nicely into the corner where the cushions met the armrests, curling up and leaning into the back cushions. You opened your book and began to read, soon enough becoming enthralled in the story.
You’d been reading comfortably for about half an hour when you felt the cushions sink next to you and saw a figure from over the top of your book. Reluctantly, you looked up from the paged to see Damian sitting cross legged in front of you, waiting for you to notice him.
“Hi, Damian,” you greeted him pleasantly, giving a small smile and allowing the book to rest on your knees, trying to ignore your racing heart and the blush rising to your cheeks.
“Hello, (Y/N),” he returned, leaning back on his hands. “I’m bored. What are you reading?”
“It’s called Austerlitz, it’s really good,” you answered, picking up the book and showing him the front cover.
“Looks interesting,” he commented, obviously still bored. “Want to watch a movie? I’d say we could go out into the gardens and look for birds but Alfred won’t allow me outside in this weather.”
You nodded, smile growing slightly. “That sounds fun! What should we watch?”
“Grayson showed me a movie, but I can’t remember the title. It’s the one about the kaiju that come from the portal in the sea. The one we made fun of in the theatre?” Damian scrunched his nose up, trying to recall the name of the film.
“Oh! Pacific Rim? That one sounds good! Will Dick let us borrow it, though?” You cocked your head the the side and furrowed your brow.
“Who said he has to let us borrow it?” Damian asked with a mischievous smile.
You giggled in response, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed. You could feel your face heating up and that damned giddiness bubbling up at that stupid smirk.
“Come on,” he prompted, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the couch.
Your blush intensified at the contact, and you couldn’t keep from noticing how warm his hand was on yours, and how his skin was rough and calloused, but his touch still gentle.
He led you up the stairs by the hand and through the long hallways of the manor, your footfalls soft against the dark hardwood floors. You reached the door to Dick’s room and Damian shushed you quietly before cracking open the door to see if anyone was inside.
To your luck, it was empty.
Damian turned around and began giving you instruction on what to do if Dick was to show up. “Distract him. Say you were trying to find him and…” Damian paused for a minute, biting his lip in thought.
“I need help with homework?” you suggested.
“Perfect,” Damian replied, wearing the same devilish smirk as before. “When I’m ready to come out I’m going to tap the door twice. If it’s all clear, repeat the two taps.” With that, he turned and entered the room, shutting the door behind him.
You stood watch outside the door, making sure Dick didn’t find Damian smuggling a DVD out of his room, smiling to yourself at Damian’s unnecessary signalling system.
A couple minutes later you heard two soft thunks from the other side of the door. You tapped your fingers gently against the wood and Damian quietly exited the room.
“Got it?” you asked as Damian checked across the hall to make sure that Dick hadn’t seen him leaving the room.
He grinned, pulling the DVD out from under his shirt and began to lead you back down into the living room.
On the way down the stairs, you tripped a few steps above the landing, and your breath caught as you were pitched forward, sending you and Damian tumbling down the last few steps.
It happened so fast you could barely process it, but Damian had far more training than you, and you felt him pull you into him as you fell, his arms wrapping tightly around you.
He landed on his back, making sure you received none of the impact. He groaned slightly when he hit the bottom, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.
You were blushing furiously. Your head was pressed against his chest and your legs were tangled together. When his hold around you finally loosened, you rolled off of him and sat up.
“Are you alright, bel- (Y/N)?” Damian asked, sitting up and moving over to you, scanning your face intently for bruises.
You nodded, casting your glance to the side as your cheeks heated up, trying to avoid meeting Damian’s concerned gaze. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I made us fall.”
“It’s fine.” He dismissed your mess-up uncharacteristically quickly. Usually he was one to hold a grudge, but he never seemed to be that way with you.
He helped you to your feet and you both went to the living room to watch the movie.
You turned the television system on and Damian put the DVD in the disc tray, pressing a few buttons to set up the DVD player.
Damian returned to the couch as the film began to play, settling down right next to you.
Your shoulders brushed together and you blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Seemingly out of the blue, you felt Damian’s wrist against your forehead.
“Are you sick? You’ve been flushed all morning,” Damian inquired, once again giving you that concerned look.
“I’m not sick, Dami,” you told him, giving a small laugh. Your heart swelled at how concerned he was for you, but you reminded yourself that his actions were merely out of friendship.
“Alright,” Damian said, though he didn’t quite seem convinced.
As the movie played, Damian couldn’t help but find himself looking over at you constantly. It disappointed him greatly that you most likely didn’t reciprocate his feelings for you, and it disappointed him even more that you seemed completely oblivious to just how much he cared for you.
Somewhere in his mind, he had the urge to kiss you, right then and there, but he ignored this urge. He valued your companionship too much to ruin your friendship.
It was nearing the end of the movie, and he could tell you were getting sleepy.
Your head would fall slightly to one side before you shifted it back up and rubbed your eyes. He reminded himself to get you to take a nap once the movie was done before turning his attention back to the screen.
It wasn’t even a minute later when he felt a light pressure on his shoulder. He glanced to the side to see your head resting upon his shoulder, your eyes shut and your mouth parted. He gave the smallest of smiles and he could feel his heartbeat pick up pace.
He wanted to slap himself for the illogical nature of these feelings. Like he’d told himself before, the odds of you ever reciprocating them were slim to none.
You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but you woke up drowsily, your head resting comfortably against- Oh. Oh dear.
You noticed that the movie was over, and that the television had turned off. A quick glance to the wall clock told you that you’d been asleep for maybe half an hour. How long had the movie been over? How long had Damian been sitting with nothing to do?
You looked up to his face as best you could from your position without moving your head too much.
His eyes were open, and his eyes travelled around the room, probably searching for something to end his boredom.
You sat up, drawing Damian’s attention, and looked down at your crossed legs. “I- uh- Sorry.” You muttered your apology. “I should probably- uh- go. I have some homework to do.”
“Y-yes. Father probably wants me to be training right now anyway. I-I’ll see you later,” he responded, standing quickly and walking away.
You sighed. It was nice while it lasted.
Damian made his way down to the cave and changed into his Robin uniform. Dick, Bruce and Tim were all there, Tim and Bruce at the console and Dick training with his escrima.
Damian drew his sword and warmed up a bit on a sparring dummy, trying to get his focus to shift away from his feelings for you, even if it was just for a little while. Despite his best efforts, his thoughts gravitated towards the topic, and soon it was all he was thinking about as he attacked the dummy relentlessly.
He had been training intensely, lost deep in his thoughts. His perception of time had apparently slipped away, because you entered the cave, carrying a platter, saying that you and Alfred had made them lunch. He could have sworn it was still only ten-o’clock that morning, but when he looked at the time on the Batcomputer it was the afternoon.
He sheathed his sword and made his way over to you, his heart pounding at the thought of what he was about to do.
You set the tray down on the table, starting to set out the food. You had just finished pouring lemonade for Dick when you saw Damian quickly approaching, a look on his face that you couldn’t read.
“Hey, Dami, I brought you guys some-”
You stopped mid sentence as Damian grabbed your hand and led you off into a secluded area of the cave.
When he stopped walking he moved to face you, his expression still unreadable to you.
“Dami?” you asked softly, looking up at him in curiosity, noticing that he hadn’t let your hand go.
He didn’t respond, his free hand moving to cup the side of your face.
“Damian what are you-”
Suddenly his lips were on yours.
You were shocked for a moment, but you kissed back, finding his lips surprisingly soft.
The kiss was chaste, and it was over sooner than you would have liked, although you were still having trouble processing that it had happened at all.
“I have wanted to do that for a very long time,” Damian said airily.
You stared up at him, still having trouble finding the words to say anything. “C-Can I kiss you again?”
Damian nodded, leaning down once again, and allowing his lips to brush against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist this time.
Your hands went to his shoulders and you stood on your toes. Maybe your odds were better than you had thought.
Could you do platonic Moxiety with Virgil having a tough time and needing a cuddle but he doesn’t want to say anything but Patton gets it anyway? - @chris-specs (sorry for the delayed reply, friend, this one took a little longer than I thought)
Characters/Pairing: Moxiety (written platonic but can be read however you like)
For the most part, things really had been better since Virgil revealed his name.
The other sides had been doing their best to make him feel more welcome. They’d gone out of their way to include him, inviting him to more movie nights and involving him more during planning sessions for videos. They’d even deferred to him on a few points and altered their plans to take his concerns into account.
Of course, those are on Virgil’s good days. The days when he has things mostly under wraps, and the others find him tolerable. He has bad days, too, and those…
Well. It’s easy for them to say they’ll try to include him and make him feel heard when he’s at his best. Even he doesn’t mind himself so much, at his best.
Request by @myteenwolf-world: Hi Rose :) I love your stories so much and I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is really shy and barely speaks to anyone? Jug is the only one she talks to and the rest of the group are surprised to see them having a conversation and being close. They question Jug about it and they find out he has a crush on her. Thank you in advance <3
A/N: I feel like this was kind of shaky since I haven’t written prompts in a while but I’m getting back in the swing of things! Hope you enjoy. <3
Being the new kid was never easy. Being the shy new kid was never easy. You were the perfect target for bullying from people like Reggie and Chuck who always catcalled you in the hallways and knocked your binders out of your arms. But you never said a word. You didn’t want to cause any trouble.
A few people noticed you. The “Sad Breakfast Club” saw you in the hallways. Sitting alone at lunch. Reading alone. Keeping to yourself. Day after day, almost every member of the group (with the exception being Jughead) attempted to talk to you. They tried to coerce you into at least sitting with them at lunchtime. Each time you quickly shook your head, eyes returning to your book.
Weeks passed and the group was still no closer to getting you to even speak a word.
“I just don’t understand!” Veronica exclaimed as she slammed her lunch tray down on the table. “We’ve tried everything. Does she just not like us?”
Betty shook her head.
“I don’t think that’s what it is, V,” the blonde said. “She’s just really shy. Sometimes you can try everything only to have nothing work.”
“She has a point,” Archie said as he took a bite of his apple. “Maybe we should just stop.”
As the group talked amongst themselves, Jughead watched you from a distance. Unlike the others, he had taken a personal interest in you. The raven-haired teen loved mysteries and you were one he wanted to crack.
Why did you move here? Why did you move here so late in the school year? Why were you so shy?
“I can try,” Jughead interrupted, silencing the entire group. “To talk to her, I mean.”
“Jug, I don’t know…” he began. “You tend to be… really upfront. What if you scare her away?”
“Wow, thanks, Arch,” he remarked sarcastically. “Like you guys haven’t terrified her enough.”
With that, he was off and making his way over to your table.
“This isn’t going to end well.” Betty said.
Veronica sighed as she opened her bag of chips.
“Guess we’ll find out.”
You heard someone making their way over to you before you saw them. You gripped your book tighter, forcing your eyesight to stay on the small words. You wondered who it would be this time. Would it be the jock or one of the two cheerleaders? It wasn’t that you didn’t like them either, it was just that you were literally terrified to talk to them. They seemed so cool and you didn’t understand why they wanted to talk to someone like you.
“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice said, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You looked up from your book, your eyes meeting blue-green ones. Your heart skipped a beat once you saw who it was. Jughead Jones. The boy in your English class who you had a massive crush on. But of course, you could never find the courage to talk to him. If you couldn’t even talk to Veronica Lodge or Betty Cooper, arguably the nicest girls in the school, how were you supposed to talk to the boy you liked?
“Can I sit here?” Jughead asked.
You returned your gaze to your book, not answering. Jughead took a seat anyway.
“What’s your name?” the beanie-clad teen pressed.
Again, you didn’t answer.
“Well,” he sighed. “My name’s Jughead. I’m in your—”
“English class,” you said softly before you froze.
Jughead seemed equally surprised that you spoke.
“Yeah, I, um,” you began again, clearing your throat. “I know who you are.”
“Is she… talking to him?” Veronica asked incredulously.
“Looks like she is. Who would’ve guessed?” the ginger asked.
“But why?” Betty asked.
Archie frowned at her question.
“Why is she talking to Jughead?” he tried to clarify.
Betty shook her head.
“No, why is Jughead talking to her? When has he ever showed an interest in the new kids? He never showed an interest in Veronica.” Veronica rolled her eyes.
“Thanks, Betty.” she joked.
“You know what I mean.” the Cooper girl said.
The three students returned their gazes to you and Jughead who were now talking and smiling amongst each other. At the moment, the bell rang signaling the end of the period. The gang saw you pack your stuff up as you and Jughead said your goodbyes. Jughead walked back over to the group with a smug smile on his face as you walked into the school.
“How?” Veronica asked once Jughead was close enough to hear her.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asked as he picked up his book bag, swinging the strap over his shoulder.
“I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with the fact you have a crush on her? And, oh, I don’t know, maybe she likes you too and you guys are going out to Pop’s after school to get a milkshake together?” she joked, improvising everything as she went along.
Betty and Archie laughed but Veronica didn’t miss the way she saw Jughead tense up for a fraction of a second.
“Very funny, Veronica.” he deadpanned.
Veronica’s eyes widened.
“Oh my God,” she murmured. “You like her!”
Jughead turned beet-red as Betty and Archie turned to stare at him with wide eyes.
“And she likes you! And you asked her out!” Veronica continued.
“God, Veronica, scream it to the world, would you?!” Jughead hissed as the four of them walked into the school.
Veronica went silent but couldn’t stop her beaming smile or the way she was practically vibrating with excitement.
“Aw, Juggie, this is so cute!” Betty squealed.
“Not bad, Jug.” Archie said as he clapped the writer on the back.
Jughead’s red face didn’t go away.
“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he mumbled. “I’ll see you guys later.”
With that he was gone, escaping to his next class.
“Our Juggie’s growing up.” Veronica said, wiping a fake tear from her eye.
“You’re so lucky he wasn’t around to hear that.”
A/N: Hope you liked it! Please send me feedback! Thank you!
i took these two requests and merged them together! hope you both enjoy :-) 💝
29. “Come over here and make me.”
30. “You better watch yourself.”
Games with Harry are fun, Y/N will admit.
He’s ace at Scrabble, a great opponent at Monopoly and surprisingly incredible at Twister, considering he’s such a clumsy dolt (she credits his success to his lanky limbs).
But there is one game in particular that is Y/N’s favorite to play with Harry because she knows she always has a fighting chance of winning: their sex withdrawal game.
She doesn’t know if it’s necessarily a game– a bet is more like it. The rules are fairly simple: No sex for an agreed amount of time and the person that caves first has to do all of the dishes for a week. Kissing and canoodling is allowed, but they can’t touch each other anywhere between the legs. Breaking that guideline accounts for immediate forfeit. Plain and simple.
It’s Harry’s favorite game as well and ever since he got off on a small break from promo, a couple of weeks before the movie comes out, he’s been itching to get home to start a round of it with Y/N. With everything that has been happening in the past couple of months, they hadn’t done it in a while and he thinks it’s about time they go head-to-head once again (pun intended).
Hiii do you still take requests? If you do can I have a Reggie Mantle one where everyone thinks that you guys are sleeping around but it comes out that you’ve been dating for almost a year and haven’t had sex with each other?
A/N: I kinda changed it around a bit.
Word Count: 1,145
“Have you heard the rumors?” Veronica asked as she sat down at the lunch table.
“Who are they about now?” Betty questioned.
With your name coming from her mouth it made you choke on the apple you were eating. Surprise wasn’t what you were feeling more so shocked and confused. After minutes of a coughing fit and taking sips from Archie’s water you finally could focused.
“Me? Why me? What are they? Are they bad?” You quickly let out and Veronica put up her hand to stop you. You needed to stop for her to be able to answer plus you just lost your breath, it would be better not to talk.
“Ummm well…” Veronica started to think about how to tell you all. They weren’t bad but they weren’t the best either. “It’s about Reggie and you”
Rude Interruptions // Kim Yugyeom ft. Jackson Wang
Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader x Jackson
Genre: Getting caught // A little suggestive // Almost smut // Comedy
Please do a Yugyeom push against the wall kind of kiss thing and they
fet interrupted by Jackson before they can actually do what they want
and then Jackson makes fun of them as he notices the obvious sexual
“Are you sure no ones home?” you breathed against Yugyeom as
his hands began travelling over your body, his lips ghosting over yours as he
backed you up against the living room wall. You felt excitement and nervousness
course through your veins at the thought of someone walking in on your very
intimate moment you were sharing with your boyfriend.
“Everyone’s gone for the day” he hushed you as his lips
found yours, trapping you between himself and the wall as he pressed his body
against yours. You stood on your toes to put your arms over his shoulders as
his hands explored underneath your thighs, still kissing you as he did so.
“Jump” he murmured. You wrapped your legs around his waist
as his long fingers gripped your thighs. He began rolling his hips, creating
friction between both of your cores eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you
felt Yugyeom’s member harden against your clothed womanhood. You moaned into
his mouth, edging him on more as he moved his hands to your ass and gave it a tight
Suddenly, you both heard the front door of the dorm open.
“Fuck, Yugyeom!” you almost screamed, as he very nearly
dropped you to the ground. A look of panic swept across both of your faces as
you began straightening out your clothes and ran over to the sofa to sit down
and act like nothing was going on as you both stared in front of you at the
blank television screen. Yugyeom pulled a cushion over the very obvious tent in
his trousers, before seconds later, in walked none other than Jackson.
“Sup guys” Jackson said, not even looking in your direction
as he walked passed you both and went straight for the kitchen, leaving the
door open between the rooms.
“Hey Jackson…” you called out, looking at Yugyeom in
panic. Yugyeom closed his mouth tight, his face burning crimson while trying to
calm his heart beat as Jackson continued to talk to you both.
“…and then I said ‘Well why don’t you just give me 5 for
the price of 4 and we’ll call it a deal?’ And he gave me them no problem! This
is why you have to barter, kids.” he said as he walked back into the living
room with a tray of food he just bought from an organic market. Jackson set the
tray on the table in front of the sofa before tuning the TV on and squeezing
right in between the both of you.
“So, what have you guys been up to?” he asked while setting
the tray back on his lap.
Neither of you spoke as you both tried to come up with
something natural to say. You glanced over at Yugyeom who was still looking
forward with the pillow firmly placed on his lap. “Um, well we were just about
to watch TV when you came in…” you trailed off before looking to Jackson who
had been looking at you the entire time.
“…Are you okay (Y/N)? You seem a bit dazed. Did you eat
today? Do you want some of my food?” he asked, offering you some with his chop
sticks, to which you shook your head. “Ahh no thank you, honestly I’m fine I
just…I’m just tired that’s all.” You smiled as genuinely as you could.
Jackson squinted at you, knowing something was up. He turned to Yugyeom and
noticed the pillow that he was clutching very tightly on his lap.
“…hey Yugyeom can I borrow the pillow to put under my
tray? It’s uncomfortable on my lap”
“No Jackson” Yugyeom replied quickly, making Jackson flinch.
Jackson began squinting at him also, looking back between you both.
“Give me the pillow Yugyeom” he said calmly
“No” Yugyeom said firmly.
“Why won’t you give me the pillow? Why are you holding it so
tightly? Are you hiding something from me?” Jackson let question upon question fall
out of his mouth, his curiosity burning with desire. Your eyes widened, hoping
that Yugyeom had become a little less excited down there now as Jackson was adamant
about wanting the pillow.
Jackson suddenly grabbed the pillow, yanking it straight out
of Yugyeom’s grip before feasting his eyes on his obvious boner through his
“OH MY GOD NO” he screamed as he began to laugh and giggle incessantly,
throwing his head back against the sofa.
“You guys were doing dirty things when I came in!” he
exclaimed, looking at you and pinching your cheeks to which you swatted him
away and turned your head so he couldn’t see how red your face had gotten.
“Jackson stop it oh my god” Yugyeom whined in response,
tugging the pillow back from Jackson as he tried to stop the tears from running
down his face due to laughing so much.
“I can’t believe how grown up you’ve gotten Yugyeom. You’re
a real man now!” he patted Yugyeom on the back before getting up from the sofa.
“I’ll leave you two spring chickens alone. Continue where
you left off! Don’t mind me!” he chuckled as he walked out the living room door
towards his room, leaving you to alone finally. You shut your eyes tight,
feeling more embarrassed than you had ever felt in your entire life. Yugyeom
moved closer to you before putting his hand on top of yours. “I’m so sorry
about that (Y/N). I didn’t know he would be back so soon…” he trailed off,
feeling terrible for putting you in such an uncomfortable situation. You opened
your eyes to see a very concerned looking Yugyeom, his eyes full of regret
about the whole ordeal. You smiled gently before kissing his nose.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault.” You cooed into
his face before he kissed you lightly on your lips. You didn’t even notice
Jackson at the door until he knocked the door frame, causing you both to snap
your heads around.
“WHAT, JACKSON?!” you both shouted in unison, before Jackson
threw a small box towards the both of you. It landed beside you on the sofa,
before you picked it up and seen it was a box of condoms. You groaned, gritting
your teeth as Yugyeom opened his mouth wide in shock before giving Jackson a
look of disbelief.
“Don’t forget to use a condom! Kids shouldn’t have kids!” he
said cheerfully, before walking back to his room, smiling and giving himself a
pat on the back before saying to himself “Good man, Jackson. That’s your good
deed done for today!”
The team didn’t notice it at the beginning due to all the stuff that was happening around them. Fighting and saving the universe that lies solely on the hands of seven people was a pretty heavy thing that could fill up all their plates and the plate will never be big enough. It was maybe almost a whole Earth year living in the Castle of Lions that they finally realized what was happening.
It was Coran who saw it first, he passed the room of healing pods and saw Lance was there and cleaning one of the pods. Coran was about to say his gratitude towards the Blue Paladin for helping him in his chores in the castle when Lance suddenly gripped his hair and pulled at it. Coran was no idiot and he knew that Lance pulled too hard. But it seemed that it didn’t bother Lance at all for he just continued tugging on his own hair and cleaning the pods at the same time.
“Lance, my dear boy!” Coran finally got the voice to alert the boy and hoping to stop him from hurting himself even more.
“Huh? Coran? What is it?” the voice was genuine. The way Lance talked to the older Altean it was like their resident Blue paladin thought that there was nothing wrong in what he was doing earlier.
Well…technically Lance was not doing anything wrong…maybe Coran was just assuming…but…
“My dear boy, I need you to be honest with me.” Coran placed his hands on Lance’s shoulders.
“…why were you tugging your hair so hard just now.”
Oh. Maybe Coran was just reading too much in the situation. Of course, there was no way that Lance would inflict pain on his own body.
“Oh…” Lance’s face turned into one of realization and looked at Coran sheepishly, “Sorry, it’s a habit of mine.”
Pidge was the second one in the castle to noticed one of Lance’s bad habits. They were all exhausted and sitting for long hours cause they were defending the castle without getting in their lions. When they finally got a break, each of them immediately took off to let go of all the stress that builded up inside them.
That was the time that Pidge found Lance wandering around the castle while in a position of biting his fingers. At first Pidge wanted to tease Lance for such childish display but upon closer inspection she realized that the blue paladin was not biting his nails, not the nails but the skin that surrounded it! Some of his fingers had stains of blood which only meant that Lance gnawed at it deep enough to cause some superficial wounds.
“Lance! What the hell?! Do you want to get infections?!” her sudden outburst caused Lance to jump in surprised and stared at her with wide eyes of confusion.
And then his eyes followed to where Pidge was looking and a wince broke out his face. Lance merely wiped his fingers over his pants, inspected it again, then deemed that it was cleaned enough.
“Damn, and here I am looking forward in cleaning my nails. Now I need to wait again. Thanks, Pidge.” she felt the pat on her head and before she could asked Lance further, the Blue Paladin was walking away from her and Pidge felt that she got no energy to chase him and start an interrogation.
Maybe after some shut eye she could demand answers from Lance.
Hunk was very aware of one of Lance’s bad habits. So whenever the yellow paladin saw.signs of this particular habit showing up.he always make sure that Lance was not making himself sick unconsciously. Again.
A particular mission got all their nerves frazzled for they were closer to death this time compared to the previous ones. This left an impact to all of them and they faced this realization in different ways.
Keith just spent his time inside the training room as usual.
Shiro was meditating in Black’s hangar.
Pidge was still spending their time looking through security footage of different videos the team managed to get from the enemy ships.
Hunk was baking and cooking as usual.
Which leave Lance alone and Hunk was there to make sure that the Blue Paladin was not going back to one of his bad habits.
Hunk put all the cookies he baked on a tray (this time he made sure it was all edible and safe for human consumption) and made it his mission to go into Lance’s room.
He was not surprised to receive a rejection from his best friend, Hunk was actually expecting it to happen.
“I am sorry, buddy, ‘m not hungry….” Lance mumbled from the bed he was sitting on as Hunk settled the tray in the only table like furniture found in each Paladin’s room.
“Lance…” Hunk took a deep breath then sighed, “you know I am not asking. I need you to eat. Your last meal was dinner last night and it is technically already noon today.”
Lance looked at the tray of cookies and his eyebrows scrunched up in distress at the thought of eating something in his current state.
“Hunk…you know I can’t. Not now…”
“Lance, I also know that you need to eat.”
Lance shook his head stubbornly.
“Come on, buddy. At least four cookies and a liquid pouch then I will leave you alone.”
In the end, Lance managed to finish the whole tray of cookies that Hunk delivered in his room once he started eating.
Hunk knew that Lance’s think that he would throw up anything he will consumed while in a nervous or stressed out state, thus the reason why Lance often stay away from eating when he was in such state. Hunk also knew that Lance could keep it up for a whole day until he passed out due to hunger. It happened twice in the Garrison and Hunk promised to himself that he will not let Lance continue such self destructive habit of his.
When Shiro saw Lance plucking his eyebrows using his fingers one morning was enough to cause the black paladin to worry over his teammate.
He was just patrolling around the castle (even though he was told to relax) when Shiro came across Lance sitting alone in what they deemed to call as the common room. What disturbed Shiro the most was that the Blue paladin was just staring at the opposite wall, knees were pressed over his chest, and his right hand was slowly but continuously plucking the hair from his eyebrows.
It was a weird thing to see, Shiro must admit, because he knew Lance valued his physical appearance greatly. To see him doing something like this that could cause potentially temporary yet long term damage was enough to cause Shiro to worry.
“Lance?” Shiro entered and voiced out in order to have his known.
“Hm?” Lance gazed up lazily at Shiro, fingers still curled up over the eyebrows.
“Are you okay?”
At this, Lance stared at Shiro incredulously. It was as if the question didn’t make any sense at all for him.
“You were, I mean still, plucking your eyebrows with your fingers.”
Lance’s eyes widened in surprised and gaze up on his right hand. He immediately separaten it from his eyebrow and was horrified to see bits of hair still clinging on his fingers.
“Oh, quiznak, I thought I got over this habit. Got to find some mirror. See you later, Shiro!”
With that, Shiro was left alone and with unanswered questions.
Keith might be the impulsive one in their team and might also be the most socially awkward among them but even him could recognize something if it was blatantly displayed at him. They just finished the meeting about their next plans, the battle against the Galra empire was taking its toll to them and they need more allies. They need to device a plan on how to protect the planets they already saved without the Galra conquering it again once Voltron was gone and too far to protect them.
Most of the team filed out of the meeting room except for Lance and this caught up Keith’s attention. He looked at the Blue paladin who was sitting in his designated area, rocking the heels of his feet on the ground, and… biting his own skin. Keith watched ad Lance moved from biting the back of his hand, then his wrist, then his arm, and back to the hand again. The bite was not enough to cause bleeding but enough to leave marks.
Keith knew this one. He had seen it before to other people in the orphanage.
Lance was stressed.
“Hey, want to spar?”
They were all bad habits if someone will look at it.
But for now, this was how Lance coped whenever he was really stressed or nervous about certain situations.
A/N: Hello! Quick note that every bad habit of Lance listed in this short fic are based on my own habits. This is how I cope whenever I am stressed and a lot of people already scold me about it, especially that particular habit of mine where I don’t eat when stressed/nervous.
Drabble Game Prompt 49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”
→ cardiopalps!jk, boyfriend!jk, cardio surgeon!jk, aka disgusting amount of fluff, sequel to cardio palps twoshot → 2k words, requested by my soulmate @yoongihime <3
A/N: I highly suggest reading the twoshot first! Plus, there might be another member’s story coming out of this au “might!!1″ wink wonk enjoy
If looks could kill, Jeon Jeongguk would be on the ground and frothing at the mouth right now.
But instead, he was smiling down at the bitch who was busy rubbing her tits all over his arm as he walked over your way in the cafeteria. Her arm was looped around his, as she hung like a koala onto him, her chest on his bicep as she hugged it toward her torso and giggled along with the other nurses who were busy chatting with your man.
Said boyfriend, oblivious to the daggers you were mentally stabbing into his eyeballs, was in the line for the hospital lunch. It wasn’t technically all his fault for being cute. It was the reason you decided to keep him, anyway, among other things. But it bothered you a ton when other girls noticed it.
or “the college au where lily is a single mom struggling with finishing school and raising a child, and james discovers he quite likes babysitting” (AO3)
(p.s.: thank you to @gxldentrio for being a lovely beta reader!)
She’s just another face in the crowd.
But she stands out.
She’s battling her way through the waves of I’m late-s, I should have gone to bed earlier-s and Why haven’t I started that bloody paper yet-s entangling themselves in people’s legs. They trip, but she bears on.
Her hair is made of flames; they lick their way through the sea of people, turning them to ashes, burning a path for her - James is entranced. Her brow is furrowed with decision, and she doesn’t hesitate to nudge someone out of her way with her shoulder, or to make herself bigger with the size of her backpack which looks like it could make her topple over. She parts the flood with sheer determination in her eyes.
Words: 723 Plot:The reader asks Peter to help her study. Ned is such a pure third wheel. Everything is fluffy. A/N: My most successful fic ever is back with a glorious part 2. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it; if you do let me know.
The cafeteria was bustling as Peter took a bite out of his apple, his chin resting on his palm. Beside him, Ned was flipping through a comic book; yawning slightly as he rubbed at his eyes. “There’s no justice in the world” Ned groaned, thumping his forehead onto the plastic table with a loud thud. Peter was used to his friend freaking out over the most minor comic book related subplot - today didn’t seem like an exception. “Ned, it’s…just a comic book” Peter muttered, rolling his apple between his palms as he stared at his friend, a slight smile forming at the corners of his mouth. Ned made a muffled sigh, resting his fists on the table. “Peter, here we are, two cool, handsome guys-” “Don’t say it” Ned looked up, leaning in. “-One of who is the Spider-Man-” he loudly whispered. Peter groaned. “-And we’re alone at lunch for the billionth time this year”. It wasn’t like Peter hadn’t noticed they were social pariahs. Even after Flash had laid off a little - and it really was only a little - he was still Penis Parker. Still nobody. “Yeah, but come on, what do you want me to do about it?” Peter hissed “you want me to tell everyone in this school that I’m Spid-”
“Hi Peter” (y/n) interjected, sending Peter’s heart racing as she slid into the bench opposite them. Ned looked visibly stunned, his mouth hanging open as he looked her up and down; the sheer shock of having a girl come and sit with them tangible. Not just any girl. An awesome, pretty girl. She was just as stunning to Peter now as the first day they’d met in detention; they’d spoken a few times since, but it had almost always been in passing. Now, with strands of hair falling from her bun and jacket tucked under her arm; she was angelic.
What are you guys conspiring about?” she chuckled, placing her tray onto the table and picking at a fluffy piece of bread.
“Nothing!” Ned and Peter both hurriedly said at the same time, heat flushing to Peter’s face as he realised how suspicious they sounded. “I was…” Peter started, motioning with his eyes to Ned. “He was…we were talking about the physics exam. Next week”. (y/n) raised her brow suspiciously, putting a piece of bread into her mouth and swallowing. “I’m glad you brought that up, actually” she breathed, a light blush forming across her nose as she looked down awkwardly, avoiding Peter’s gaze. He realised he had been staring at her, unblinking, like an absolute idiot as she ate bread. Real creepy. “I’ve actually been having some trouble with vectors and-” she started. “Peter can help!” Ned cried out with enthusiasm, looking at Peter breathlessly “he’s good at…those”. Peter’s mouth dropped open as he felt his hands get all clammy. “Uh…yeah. I mean if you want I can help you with revision. I’ve got some pretty good textbooks at my place…” Peter started, tapping his hands against the underside of the table awkwardly. “That’d be great actually. Tonight?” (y/n) breathed, a smile growing across her face. “Yeah, sure. That’d be cool” Peter swallowed, excitement bubbling in his chest. “Awesome. You can just text me the address - is 6 okay?” Was this actually happening, or was Peter imagining it? He looked over at Ned who looked like he was about to faint, steadying himself on the table in shock. “6 is…I mean, 6 is great!”. “Awesome. Well, I’ve gotta go” she motioned towards a table in the far corner where a group of other kids were busting around, one of the girls motioning for her to come and sit with them “but I’ll see you then, Peter. See you round, Ned” she smiled, picking up her tray and swinging her backpack over her shoulder.
Ned and Peter both watched her leave, eyes wide. “Holy shit” Ned breathed “Holy shit”. Peter felt the grin spreading across his face; uncontrollably wide until it hurt. “Pinch me” he said joyfully as he and Ned went for the highest of fives.
The bus ride home was probably the most nervous and excited Peter had ever been. His headphones jammed in, thumb stroking the metal pole with nerves; he knew tonight was Peter Parker’s turn to be the dashing hero.
Amazing imagines!! I love them so much!! ❤❤ I think you've even written enough to start a masterlist soon! If you ever need any ideas/ideas for a rainy day here's a couple. However, please don't feel like I'm expecting you to write all these right now!! It's more of a compiled list of ideas for you if you're having a slow request day/just want to write them -Jealous Betty -Beach day for the gang/Betty in a swimsuit/Jughead in a swimsuit -Bughead napping together -Betty's parents walk in on them
Hey! These are all awesome! I think I’m gonna go with the hickey role reversal for today! Let’s give it a try!
School was ending in about a week, and summer was so close Jughead could practically smell the sunscreen and taste the countless milkshakes he would be devouring.
That being said…
It was hot.
And by hot he didn’t mean, warm with a light breeze, he meant crack an egg on it, it was smoking. He was sweating almost all the time and even with the windows open the Riverdale classrooms were boiling. Unfortunately for him that meant his typical wardrobe of flannels and jeans just wasn’t gonna cut it, and he most definitely was not gonna show up to school in one of those ridiculous tank tops with the sleeves cut down all the way to the bottom, he would leave that to Reggie and chuck. Tools.
Anyway, figuring out what to wear, that was still comfortable for him but also kept him cool enough so he didn’t pass out was a struggle. He wasn’t a shorts guy, unless they were bathing suit bottoms and he was at the beach, so he stuck to his jeans, these ones had a few holes so that should help atleast a little, digging in his drawer he pulled out the only light weight t shirt he had, it was a simple white v neck, nothing too crazy, but also something he normally wouldn’t wear without something else to cover it up, at this point he couldn’t care less, it was too damn hot.
“Looking good” he turned with a smile, meeting the eyes of the gorgeous blonde who had come out of nowhere. Okay so maybe there was one positive thing about the heat, Betty’s wardrobe had to adjust accordingly as well and man was he grateful for the tiny dresses that showed off her gorgeous long legs. Today she had on a white sundress covered in pink and red flowers, it skimmed her mid thigh and he fought the urge to run his fingers along the bare skin. As soon as he was about to retort with a witty comeback, her eyes got wide
“Oh my god” she looked horrified.
Whipping around to look behind him, confused as to what had her in such a state of panic she repeated a little more panicky
“Oh my god.”
“Betty? what the hell? What’s the matter?” She seemed to be at a loss for words and suddenly two more of the gang had arrived, both wearing Similar expressions to Bettys.
“What in sexy time?!” Veronica was practically bouncing she seemed so excited.
Kevin was moving his hands to jugheads neck, before he dodged them with a glare
“What are you all talking about.”
Suddenly Archie was rounding the corner zeroing in on Jughead
“Hey ma… hey! Nice hickey dude! Way to go” he slapped a hand to jugheads shoulder, smiling.
“What! What hick..what are you.” He was twisting trying to find the offending mark. He glanced up at Betty who was beet red and was desperately trying to hide her laughter.
“See Betty, I told you. It’s totally normal to give a boy a hickey, That’s so funny, Betty was just asking me about this at our sleepover last week.” Veronica said laughing handing Jughead her hand mirror.
He snatched the mirror and held it up to his neck. Sure enough, there was a purple mouth shaped bruise on his neck. Snapping the mirror shut he shook his head
“Bacon grease, it splattered.”
Everyone eyed him sceptically as Cheryl walked over
“Oh please, like you cook. Just fess up Jughead, who’s the mystery woman?” The redhead asked.
“There’s no one, you’re all nuts.”
The conversation was stopped short by the first period bell.
“Dude, were totally talking about this at lunch,” Archie said grinning
“Duh” Veronica added throwing a wave to Betty, leaving behind Jughead and Betty as Kevin kissed Betty on the cheek before walking off with Cheryl.
There was a moment of silence Betty smirking at her bright red boyfriend
“So… a tshirt today? No flannel.”
He stared at her dryly
“Wait till all of our friends find out what a little minx you are. You won’t be laughing then.”
Betty shrugged, smiling guiltily and turning on her heels to walk the other way , she quickly turned around and added
“No one told you to wear the worlds sexiest tshirt the day after our two month anniversary festivities.”
She winked and practically skipped off.
He slammed his head into the locker gently. She was gonna be the death of him.
By the time lunch came around the entire school was talking about Jugheads hickey, the rumors were everywhere,
Jughead was seeing Ethel,
Jughead was seeing a girl from central
And of course, Archie and jughead were a couple (that one was Reggie. Tool.)
Slamming his tray on the table besides Betty, she jumped up smiling and meeting his eyes.
The rest of the gang was already there and they instantly turned the conversation to hickeys.
Cheryl of course instigating it
“Well it has to be someone who’s aggressive, obvi, look at that mark.”
Veronica nodded “agreed. I could never do something that good, and I’ve been told I’m a pretty fiery lover.” She flipped her dark hair , smiling.
Cheryl nodded “and we all know how intense I am, but that’s good, even for me.”
Kevin said something that had Archie practically dying he was laughing so hard.
“And we all know it can’t be Betty, no offense bets but we all kind of agree, your not really the most passionate lover.”
Before Jughead could even think he had opened his mouth “try again, she’s pretty much the definition of passionate.”
Everyone at the table seemed to have stopped time, slowly turning their heads to stare at the pair in front of them. Betty was blushing so hard they thought she might explode and jughead was kind of just lost in his own idiocy.
“B..Betty?” Archie squeaked out.
“No way you’re lying.” This time it was kevin.
And Cheryl and Veronica were just staring, shocked.
Suddenly something in Betty snapped and she turned to Kevin.
“Actually, yes it was me. As quiet as you think I am, I am very very attracted to my boyfriend, therefore sometimes I get carried away. Can we please stop this conversation now.” She stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork.
The table went dead silent for thirty seconds before all hell broke loose.
“How did you get it in that shape?”
Dropping her head to the table, she sighed as Jugheads arm came to rest around her shoulder, tugging her into his side.
“No questions, were dating, going on two months. That’s all you’ve gotta know.” The lazy tone in his voice left no room for argument and the table went silent once again.
Squeezing his hand in hers, she smiled up at him. This was far from over and they both knew that, but for right now, their friends were just gonna have to wait. They were happy, and that’s what matters.
Summary: Reader is Riverdale’s mysterious teenager. Jughead and the reader share a lot of firsts and she’s going to be his first time until feelings are said and plans change. How will everyone react when sophomore starts with a new couple.
Characters: Jughead x Reader, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Archie Andrews
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters that appear in this story.
Warnings: Allusion to sex, swearing, and fluff
Requested: No. Tagging: At the bottom.
A/N Popped into my head. This is set in the summer before sophomore and Jason is not mentioned what so ever in this.
Jughead Jones, little was known when it came to the strange but real teen that was almost always alone. Everybody knew that Jughead and Archie Andrews were best friends; after a short period no one knew why they didn’t hang together anymore.
There was one person that was the true mysterious teen. You were the girl with the trademark dark eyeliner and computer. It wasn’t known what you did on it but the hint was the large studio headphones that more than likely covered your ears.
Last year was when you caught the attention of Jughead more than any other year. He craved mystery but he craved you more.
The sixty seconds between 3:29 and 3:30 last two years. He swears the clock is moving slower than usual. Is his watch broken? Did they disconnect the bells? Did he accidentally fall into an alternate reality where time is slower? Is he really in the Matrix and -
The bell rings, and he barely has time to say, “Okay, guys, have a good weekend and don’t forget your homework!” before the kids are practically climbing over each other in their scramble to get out of the classroom.