Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly.
She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery.
“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.”
“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.”
“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back.
She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!”
“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.”
“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.”
“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.”
“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression.
He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.”
“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg.
“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.”
“This can’t be happening,” she moaned.
“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.”
“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?”
“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.”
“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”
“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!”
“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.”
“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”
“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.”
“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.
“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” “Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.”
He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously.
“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.”
“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?”
“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.”
“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose.
“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly.
“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?”
“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.”
“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” “Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.”
Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.”
“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.”
“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly.
“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good.
“That is high praise indeed My Lady.”
“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?”
“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.”
She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her.
“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.”
“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well.
“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.”
Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.”
“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh.
“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.”
“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.”
“And why is that Kitty?”
Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.”
“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show.
“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.”
“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked.
“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.”
“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.”
“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it.
“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.” “And what’s that?”
“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.”
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,523
language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)
A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.
Hey! Your blog is so great! I love to read it very much. Can I request: MC's new boss is sexualy harassing her. She can't leave her job, because it's very important to her, but don't know what to do and is afraid to ask help of RFA + V + Saeran?
Hope you like it! ^^
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONINGS OF ABUSE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT
RFA + V and Saeran react to MC being sexualy harassed by her boss
You came back from work feeling like shit, even if he was tired himself, he always knew when something was off with you.
“How was work, babe?” “Meh, just normal… I’m going to sleep now, ok?” hmmm, not even a smile? Yes, something was definitely wrong
He would let you take your time, so he went to shower, ate something and only then he went to the bedroom
Only to find you sobbing from crying, he ran to you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Zen, you’re so right… all men are wolves, all men… are…” “Hey, hey… why are you saying that now, MC?”
You told him about the new boss, the way he trapped you at your desk when nobody was looking… the way he looked at you, you never felt so ashamed of your own body like you were then… “You’re right, Zen, you’re right! I’m too nice to men, right? I’m the problem, they think I’m sending theses… signs and…”
“MC, what are you saying? This isn’t your fault at all! Don’t this to yourself… I… I don’t really think you’re too nice to everybody, you’re just… you, and if people take it on the wrong way, they’re the problem. Your boss is a fucking problem! So where do I find him to fix this problem?”
“Oh… oh no, Zen, please. Let’s calm down, I… he’s my superior and I don’t want to lose my job, I like my job, Zen!” “MC, I’m sorry, but I won’t let this happen. What if he does again? With you or with some of your colleagues?” he was right, today was you, who could it be tomorrow? “Okay… what do you suggest?” “I have something in mind, but you’ll have to be brave for this!”
Your boyfriend, having women like the biggest part of his fanbase, announced a campain on his Tripter account, asking his fans to write on a paper all the abusive and objectifying things they heard from bosses or male co-workers and post a photo, the hashtag made a huge success and he posted on his own account a photo of you holding your own paper with what you heard.
His fans, being the stalkers they are, soon find out where you worked, they gave bad reviews to the company all over social media and threat boycotting the company, they would take the bad reviews once the guy was fired. And that was exactly what happened.
You had no idea his fans could be so supportive to you, and you made sure to thank all of them through a video he also posted. “Zen is an awesome person who wants to make all the women in his life acknowledge their own strength. Thank you all so much!”
He was aware of this new boss being a douch, you would always trash talk the guy when you’d come home.
But it was mainly things related to work. But then he heard this: “And you should hear what he talked about my skirt, Yoosung! Really…” “What did he say about your skirt, MC?”
“Hum? Oh, something like ‘you keep coming dressed like that and I won’t take responsibility on what I’m going to do with you, foxy’ ugh… such a douch, right?”
Douch wasn’t really the word he was thinking, and your bluntness about that was… pretty concerning. “MC, we had a seminar at college about sexual harassment last month, you do realize that what he did to you is a crime, right?”
You sighed deeply. “Yes, I’m aware of it. But what can I do? He’s my boss! You know what happens with girls that make a report? They lose their job, some bosses are bad enough to make sure they never find a job on similar companies… it’s fucked up as it is, there’s nothing I can do except trying to be away, and I swear I’m trying, okay? Don’t worry!”
But he did worry. How could he not? You wouldn’t be able to keep the guy away forever and… oh, he didn’t even dare to imagine that, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
Hell hath no fury like a Yoosung protecting MC! He had to make sure you wouldn’t suffer any retaliation, so he send anonymous reports to the HR’s company telling he knew there was a potential rapist working there, and if they didn’t something about it, he would go to the press.
When they apparently didn’t take it seriously, he sent what he knew to some shitty tabloid, who actually accused the guy directly of being a rapist. It didn’t have any credibility, but having the company’s name associated to such a low publication like that… there is such a thing like bad publicity, indeed!
The guy was fired after all, Yoosung never told you that he was the responsible for it, and you never told him you knew he did that. It wasn’t really necessary keep talking about this when you’re too busy being happy.
She’s a woman too, she knows how to recognize the signs of a girl uncomfortable over something like this
The shame after being cat called on the street, the concerning about wearing some clothes thinking how they can be used as an excuse if something happens to you, the embarrassment, the guilty… even if it’s not your fault?
Jumin Han had a lot of problems about boundaries when she used to work for him, but he was always respectful and intimidating enough not to let anybody even try something with her, who knew one day she would feel bad that you hadn’t the same luck as her?
But you have someone even better! An amazing girlfriend who happens to be a black belt in judo and can teach you some personal defense techniques!
And if it wasn’t enough, maybe you should consider changing jobs? “But, Jaehee… what if I’m not good at anything else? At least I’m kinda successful there, I don’t know if I’m good enough to… start all over again…”
“And do you think I was 100% sure about leaving C & R and starting my own business? Of course I wasn’t, MC! But I had to take the risk…”
“I don’t know if I’m brave as you are, Jaehee…” “Well, a very wise woman told me once that it’s not about money, you have to pursue happiness.” “She sounds kinda naïve…” she giggled “You said that, MC!” “Oh, right… yeah, I’m pretty naïve, maybe that’s why this guy keeps coming to me…”
“Stop right there! It’s nothing about you, MC! This man is a jerk! And the way I see it, you are unhappy there, so get out! You’re smart, you’re talented, you will find something that suits you pretty soon.”
And a few weeks later, you were starting as a barista at her cafe. And you didn’t have a boss, you had a partner, how cool is that?
But you couldn’t stop worrying about other girls that worked there, so you made a formal complaint, endorsed by other women who worked there, most of them secretaries Jaehee kept contact with, she knew this could be useful eventually.
You didn’t tell him, you were scared because you knew what kind of things he could do.
He would, idk, buy the company and make you president of it and the guy your secretary. Yes, this was exactly what he would do! And it would be so weird and senseless…
But you couldn’t control the gossip on his own company, he overheard some employees talking about that guy who used to work at C & R and got promoted at the company you were working.
He remembered the guy, he had to come to press telling C &R wouldn’t condone with women being disrespected and the guy was withdrawn for undetermined time, Jumin didn’t even know he quit during this time and was already working somewhere.
He didn’t think nothing like this would ever happen to you, but he was curious and casually asked about it. “W-why do you ask?” your voice broke as soon as you opened your mouth.
“Nothing in particular… I was just curious, do you know him?” “Yeah, we’re at the same department.” “He is your co-worker, then?” “More like my boss…” Hmmm…
“MC, is there something I should know?” “N-no?” “MC…” how did he do that? He was collected and calm, his voice was monotone, he wasn’t doing anything rather than saying your name, yet you felt like he could see right through you…
“Jumin, I… I don’t want to talk about it…” you didn’t need to “As you wish, MC.”
The next day, you went to work and just saw the guy’s room empty. “Have you heard? He got fired and left the country. They say they found some things about him on his previous job at C & R…” one of your colleagues said, you definitely didn’t want to know what those things were.
Jumin made the HR department strict their criteria on hiring, he could never let a guy like this enter at his company again and treat the female employees like that. Oh, he did the same with the new company he bought, the one you worked (but no, he didn’t made you the president, much to your relief)
You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back from work, you were quiet and he could swear he heard you crying in the shower, this was bad…
What could it be that bad that you wouldn’t even talk to him? He needed to know, he needed to help you!
He knew violating your privacy once more was wrong, but seeing you like this was breaking his heart, so he hacked your phone.
And what he found made him almost punch one of his precious computers, those gross texts from that guy along with a dick pic… that was awful!
And when he remembered this guy was the one you’ve been talking about, that weird dude who just got promoted. Saeyoung lost it!
“Don’t be mad at me, please, but I hacked into your phone and I saw the texts. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I… was afraid and ashamed, how would you react if I told you my boss sent me a photo of his dick?” “I would be pissed at him, not at you!” he hugged you and comforted you “I’ll make him pay!”
“No, Saeyoung, NO! I don’t want to lose my job!” “Hey, he won’t know it was you, don’t worry… we have to do something, MC, today it’s just a dick pic, tomorrow he can be much more direct, you know what I mean?” both of you were sick just to think about this…
So Saeyoung just sent the conversation to a person in a higher position than the guy, along with a threat: “If you don’t do something about this, I swear I’ll let everybody know about those contracts” and he sent a copy of what else he found.
Next day, the guy was fired, and you got his job. Saeyoung swore he had nothing to do with that and he had proof! He showed you the emails your superiors exchanged talking about how you should have been the one promoted at the first place.
He knew something was off. You were acting as gloomy and distant a… well, himself.
He couldn’t ask you, he was afraid he might be invading your personal space or something like this.
But this was torturing him, you were coming from work sadder and sadder everyday.
So ironically, he invaded your personal space and followed you to work.
Only to find your boss touching your hair, his eyes rovering through your body, and what’s more agonizing: your uncomfortable expression.
He didn’t even think, he just caught himself over the guy punching him. “Saeran, stop it! Please!” you cried.
“Don’t you see she does not like it? Or you actually enjoy she’s not liking it, you fucking creep!?”
“Saeran…” your voice took him aback, he promised he would never let you see this side of him again, but just remembering your uncomfortable face made him see red… he tried to calm down.
“I’ll tell you what, asshole. If you don’t quit right now, I’ll make sure to erase this company from internet. I want to see what kind of business survives these days if they can’t be found on Google. Don’t think I won’t wreck this just like I did o your gross face!”
“Saeran, don’t do that…” “You are smart and competent enough to find another job wherever you please, MC. But I won’t let this guy stay in the same place with you, so It’s his choice…”
“Fuck this! You’re not even that hot, and your boyfriend is a freak! I’m out of this!” “Wise choice, and you’re half right on there, buddy. She is that hot, she is the hottest, actually, and yes, I’m a freak! A freak who will fucking whoop your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!” the dude went away, letting a trail of blood from his face.
“I’m sorry if I scared you now, it’s just… I can’t stay still letting someone treat you like this. I hope you don’t lose your job because of me…” “I’ll be fine as long as I have you” and you hugged him, he was so relieved you could not see him blushing right now.
He overheard a conversation between you and probably one of your co-workers.
“Yes, he tried to make a move on me again! Yeah, I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t care, he said he’s the boss and I got to do what he says! I… I don’t know, but I’m pretty scared right now…”
He’s so mad, but in front of you he just smiles bluntly. So you two keep at that, both of you know something is really wrong, and just keep smiling trying not to worry each other.
But he won’t stay still knowing something bad can happen to you anytime. However, he’s really smooth.
So when he stopped by your work to bring you lunch, everybody liked him, even your boss, who invited him to a drink at his office.
“You’re the only man in your department, I suppose…” “Yeah, but it’s not as great as it looks, most of these girls are ugly, and the only decent one is pretty dumb, but hey, these are the best type, right?”
“I wouldn’t know, I can’t really see.” “Oh, sorry, dude. But yeah, there’s a girl here who’s very hot, but she plays hard to get, you know? It’s only a matter of time, wait and see.”
“I already told you I can’t really see.” His voice was low. “But there’s something here you don’t really need eyes to see. That very hot girl is not into you and she has a boyfriend, and you are a sexist jerk who’ll step away from her and from any other girl who works here if you know what’s best for you.”
“Or what?” V moved fast, placing his cane against the guy’s balls “Or else I’ll destroy these, since they are the only thing that you can count on to feel superior. Don’t test me.” And he got out of the office, letting the guy squirm in pain.
You never knew what made the guy finally back away, but deep inside you knew it had something to do with that day. He never denied or confirmed either.
Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?
Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.
Pairing: Yoongi X Reader
Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.
You groaned at another dad joke Yoongi has made “God stop they’re awful” you whined and sat up on the platinum white bed sheets looking at the older boy.
It has been a week since the accident and the doctor said you could be let out today. Although with the occasional disappearing to other deaths, Yoongi has been by your side the whole time.
“Wait I’ve got another one” you groaned at his voice and plopped back down in the position you were in before. “Whats brown and sticky?” he chuckles not able to finish the joke.
“You’re scaring me” you whisper not wanting to people to hear your voice. Over time you’ve learnt that only you could see him but when he wants to be seen by others he can be seen by others.
“A stick!” he gasps for air clutching his stomach for dear life, you couldn’t help but laugh at his state. You’re feelings for him were growing stronger, at this point he was but a child’s crush to you, and that’s how you wanted it to be.
“Miss Y/L/N, How are you on this fine morning?” The doctor strolled in grabbing out his stethoscope and checking your heart beat, you keep looking at Yoongi who is still laughing but this time he falls out of his chair causing you to let out one big laugh.
“Miss Y/L/N are you alright?” the doctor looked concerned and stared at you, all you could do was bite your lip and nod.
“Well looks like you’re free to go. I’ve done all the paper work so you can walk right out of here” He smiled and practically skipped out the door.
“What do you wanna do?” Yoongi asked, hands in his pockets as the two you wandered out of the hospital.
“I know what I’m doing” you waved your hands getting a taxi’s attention, luckily one rolled in right next to where you were standing “I’m going back to my dorm to get ready for my classes” you smiled up at him.
As soon as your butt touched the seats you sighed, ‘Being around Yoongi is hard work’ You thought to yourself and looked back to see he wasn’t there.
Unfazed you turned back around to see him sitting right next to you. Holding your hand up to your heart you breathed in an out in hopes of steadying your heart beat.
“What the hell? Why can’t you leave me alone for two god damn seconds?” you whispered. The old man was too busy listening to his music to care. “I told you, I’ll be with you until you say yes” he smirked and rested his head against the seat.
You pulled up to your university and walked in the direction of the dorms. As you were walking you noticed girls watching your every move and gasping, “He’s so hot” you heard one girl bicker “I’ve never seen him before in my entire life” another said fanning herself.
You groaned and stopped in your tracks “They can see you can’t they?” you asked, “Of course babe” he swung his arm around you and continued walking.
“Why can they see you?” you pushed his arm off of your shoulder and continued walking “I want everybody to know that you’re mine” he smiled and again placed his arm around you.
“Y/n!” Mi Na screamed and engulfed you into a big hug “I missed you!” it was the end of summer holidays so you didn’t miss out on much. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come to the hospital” Mi Na rambled on.
When she was finished she went back to her desk and started to place books down. You started to hang photos up on walls and place all of your clothes into the dresser, that was until you felt cold hands wrap around your waist.
You screamed and jumped forward Mi Na looked up “What is it?” it was clear that this time Yoongi had become invisible again. “Nothing, I just thought I saw something” you said smiling.
“Hey, why don’t we get some coffee?” Mi Na asked.
After ordering you couldn’t help but stare at the cashier and he couldn’t help but stare at you.
“Ugh! You’re so pretty it’s unfair” Mi Na groans scrolling through your latest Instagram posts. “I’m really not Mi Na, You’re the one who’s got a boyfriend.” you sighed grabbing your coffee.
Before walking out the door you see something scribbled on the lid ‘You are BEAUTIFUL’ it wrote, along with a number, you looked back to find the cashier staring at you smiling.
Whilst this was all going on, you didn’t notice a young man who was right beside you. Jaw clenched, steam practically coming out of his ears he was ready to beat that guy to a pulp.
“Ah Y/n I gotta go, my mums freaking out about my little sister. She isn’t home yet and wants me to go look for her” Mi Na says running off into the night air.
“Are you really going to call him!?” Yoongi shouts, stumbling over some rocks. “Maybe, Maybe not?” you say smiling. “You’re my girl, I don’t want you to” he says stopping right in front of you.
“I’m not your girl Yoongi but nice try” you patted him on his chest and walked around him.
“Why don’t I call him now?” You ask wriggling your eye brows giggling, “Give me the phone” Yoongi runs after you, you quickly go into the woman’s public toilets and dial the number.
“I swear to God Y/n” Yoongi screams outside of the small building. “Hello?” you hear a deep voice coming from your phone “Hi” is all you could say. Your knees weak, you sat down on the toilet making sure the lid was closed before you do.
“Who’s this?” he asked “It’s the girl from the coffee shop, I believe you called me beautiful?” you asked. “Ahhh Girl From the Coffee Shop, how are you?” he asks.
“I’m good and yourself Mr. Cashier From the Coffee Shop?” he laughed “Mr Cashier From the Coffee Shop? I like it.” He paused once again, this time you heard Yoongi singing like a drunken man.
“Oh my baby, won’t you please come out. I’II buy you diamonds and sweets Oh won’t you come out” He laughed and banged on the door. You covered the phone and whispered yelled “Yoongi shut the hell up or I’ll never say yes!” soon he was quiet, ‘That shut him up’ you thought.
You pressed your ear back to your phone and listened.
If there’s one thing you don’t like about Yuta, it’s that he’s a fucking idiot.
Anon said: Can i request yuta imagines where he’s super clingy to you and wanted to
kiss you non stop like there’s no tomorrow and being the savage he is?
Anon said: um today I would like something for my mountain MaN yuTA ⛰⛰⛰ where he
sees reader and johnny be super close and is 😒😒😐😑 bc he’s like 500%
sure reader likes him all the signs are there and yet. 🤔🤔🤔 jealous
mountain man who ends up getting the love pls i know you like to mess
with yuta but this time. THIS TIME. let him have a fair ending 😣🙏
hopefully this suffices for. you yuta lovers. lowkey thought the second request was no bias anon but jk it was carmen. anyways enjoy ^^
Summary: Sometimes, you just want to eat your breakfast in peace. That includes not having your crush interrogate you about your unremarkable love life.
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader
Rating: Teen for mild swearing, kissing
“Who do you like?”
I looked up from my cereal, my next spoonful suspended
“Wha?” The sound came out muffled against my mouthful
of Cap’n Crunch.
“Who do you like?” Isaac reiterated. “You know, like
out of the guys.”
I narrowed my eyes in skepticism, alarmed by his
“…why do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “I was just wondering.”
Isaac rhythmically tapped his fingers on the table,
his other hand propping his head up. His eyes twinkled in curiosity.
I’d woken up not even ten minutes ago, barely managing
to drag my groggy form out of bed. I wouldn’t have even left the warm, cushiony
softness had it not been for my agonizing hunger. I just wanted some food,
opting for a bowl of cereal instead of trying to assemble an actual meal. That’s
the kind of simple, minimal-level effort I intended to exert this morning. And
now Isaac was asking me questions and making me think. That counts as effort.
“I don’t like anyone,” I brushed off indifferently.
“Yes, you do,” Isaac rolled his eyes.
“Um, no, I don’t,” I protested.
I was lying through my teeth.
The truth is, I actually did like a boy, a rather tall
boy with curly hair and soulful eyes. He was currently sitting across from me,
interrogating me about other boys, completely oblivious to the fact that he was
the only boy I ever thought about.
But Isaac Lahey was way too good for me and I’d
accepted that fact a long time ago. I was just a human, a mere speck compared
to him and all his werewolf powers and golden heart.
“I know for a
fact that you like someone,” Isaac continued, still prodding into my
nonexistent love life. “Why else would you have turned Aiden down last week?”
“Are you serious? The only reason Aiden even hit on me
was to make Lydia jealous,” I scoffed. “They have their little games, you know?”
Isaac nodded thoughtfully. To be honest, I was
surprised he even kept up with Aiden’s activities. He still hated his guts from
the bike prank.
“Fine. Then what about that other guy, Marco? He asked
you to prom and you said no.”
“Oh, yeah.” I chuckled. “Marco was cute.”
Isaac’s lip turned up slightly, resembling something
between a grimace and a snarl. His shoulders also seemed to elevate with
“If he’s so cute, then why did you reject him?” he
grumbled. “Oh, I’ll tell you why. It’s because you like someone else.”
“Back up, Lahey. I rejected him because I don’t want
to go to prom.”
With anyone but you, dummy.
“Well, why not? It could be fun. The theme sounds
cool, Frozen and all. Plus, everyone
else is going…”
going?” I interrupted, annoyed by his persistence.
Isaac frowned. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Why not? It could be fun. The theme… something about Frozen…” I mocked, imitating him from
He grinned, shaking his head. “What, you don’t like Frozen?”
I sighed dramatically. “I can’t get into that right
“Okay, then,” Isaac amusedly snorted. “So, why aren’t
you going, then? Is it because you’re waiting for the guy you like to ask you
“No,” I whined. “I’m not waiting for anyone. I don’t
like anyone. Besides, even if I did, they wouldn’t ask me.”
“What?” Isaac reeled back, affronted for some reason. “What
are you talking about? Why not?”
“Why would they?” I mumbled quietly. However, Isaac’s
werewolf hearing preceded me.
“[y/n], are you serious? You’re like the nicest person
I’ve ever met,” Isaac said incredulously. Then, he looked down, following
softly, “Plus, you’re really pretty.”
I choked on my cereal, feeling my cheeks turn crimson
from embarrassment. Why did Isaac have to be so nice? He made it so hard to get
“You don’t mean that,” I objected, flustered. “You’re
just saying that because you’re my friend and you have to say it.”
“Okay, first of all, I don’t have to say anything. I don’t go around telling Lydia or Malia they’re
pretty.” Isaac blushed. “And even if we weren’t friends, I’m still a guy.”
notice things. We all do. You should hear some of the things the pack says
about you,” Isaac huffed, his fists clenching on the tabletop.
“What?” I piped. “You guys talk about me? Ugh, what
did you say?”
My heart raced with anxiety. The other guys talked
about me. And around Isaac, too. They probably all complained about my being
annoying and useless, or maybe they all thought I was ugly and Isaac had
“Well, Scott thinks you have great legs. He won’t shut
up about your legs.” My eyes widened into saucers. Well, that was unexpected. Especially
since I always thought my features paled in comparison to Allison’s.
Isaac suddenly leaned back in his chair and looked
down under the table. I was confused until I realized he was staring at my bare
“Hey!” I giggled, kicking his sock-covered foot. “Stop
He put his hands up defensively.
“Sorry, sorry, I had to.” Isaac smirked. “Stiles
agrees, by the way. Stiles also said you had a nice ass.”
My jaw dropped involuntarily. “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah. And when we train, Derek even checks you
out. That guy really appreciates a pair of yoga pants,” Isaac stated
“Oh my god.”
My head dropped pathetically into folded arms. While
under, I heard the scuffle of chair legs against the wooden floor. Below, I saw
Isaac’s knees appear next to mine.
“I don’t know even know what to say to that,” I groaned
into my elbow, turning away from him.
“You wanna know what I said?”
Isaac tapped my knee. I looked up at him, my breath
catching when I realized his face was only inches away from mine.
“I told them all to stop,” he confessed. His eyes
seemed bluer, more open than usual as they stared into mine.
“Why would you do that?” I whispered, not trusting my
own voice. I wasn’t eager to hear him complain that he was sick of other people talking about me.
“Because,” Isaac began, using one large hand to sweep
my hair over my shoulder, foiling my ploy to hide my face. “It makes me mad
when they talk about you like that.”
My mouth suddenly felt really dry. His words, his touch–it was all too much.
“Why?” I whimpered.
Isaac scooted his chair closer, gripping my knees and
turning me towards him. I nervously wrung my hands together. Being this close
to Isaac always made me jittery.
“Because I like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked dumbly, not
even trusting my senses at this point. If Isaac Lahey just said he liked me,
then this was all a dream and pretty soon I would wake up, alone and
Isaac merely chuckled, unfazed by my tactless
“It means I like you. It means I want us to be
Fuck you, dream, you cruel bitch.
“I think this is a dream,” I blurted awkwardly. “A
very vivid dream. Like, really lucid.”
Isaac leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms
over his chest. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You dream of me often?”
“Because that’d be really hot.”
I gulped. Dream Isaac was never this bold. My subconscious couldn’t have imagined this fire in his eyes even if it tried.
“Wait, so this is real?”
“As real as it gets.”
“So… you really do like me?”
Isaac nodded. “However, you just told me you don’t like anyone, so I
guess I need to try to change your mind. You know, court you, win you over,
His words elicited a shiver that went up my spine,
electrifying nerves all along my arms and legs. My body moved of its own
accord, leaning in closer to Isaac.
“Oh? How are you going to do that?”
“I was thinking maybe I’d kiss you,” Isaac breathed,
reaching over to cup my jaw, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He edged closer,
his knees bumping into mine.
“Yeah, you could try that,” I murmured.
With that, my eyelids fluttered closed as Isaac’s
pressed his lips to mine. He was soft, yet firm as he kneaded my mouth, stealing
my breath as a gasp escaped me. I arched closer, tangling a fist into his curls
and tugged. He moaned deeply in response, the vibrations prompting me to hum
contentedly against his mouth. His lips were slightly sticky and tasted sweet
from the waffles he’d consumed earlier. I couldn’t help when my tongue flicked
out to absorb more of the taste, the action evoking Isaac to snake out his own.
He was so warm and so skilled, even more so that I’d imagined. I clung to his shoulder, gripping the material of his knit
sweater as our tongues intermingled, teasing and tasting. Too enraptured in the
kiss, I hadn’t even noticed the palm that was now rubbing my thigh, inching
higher and higher.
I finally broke away, panting for air. We stared at
each other as our chests heaved in unison. Isaac’s hand still rested on my
thigh, mine still clasping his shoulder.
“Well, I definitely feel wooed,” I announced.
“Me too, actually.”
I laughed out loud, flushing at his compliment.
“Thanks for the support,” I joked. I looked down at
his hand on my thigh and absentmindedly brushed my fingers along the back.
“Anytime.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I
giggled in response and tangled my fingers with his.
“Oh crap, I almost forgot!”
I looked up at him, brows furrowed in confusion.
Sitting up straight, he took my hand in both of his.
He exhaled slowly and grinned mischievously.
“Will you go to prom with me?”
I blinked, dumbfounded by his sudden proposition.
Damn, all of this before 9 a.m.
“Isaac, I’d literally go anywhere with you.”
His grin disappeared, mouth parting slightly.
“Wow. I… yeah, same,” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, that’s a yes, then?”
I beamed at him. All I’d wanted from this day was a
bowl of cereal, and I somehow ended up with the boy of my dreams. I’m so glad I
slept for ten hours and woke up starving because I wouldn’t have come down for breakfast otherwise.
I grabbed the sides of Isaac’s face and tugged him
forward, connecting his lips to mine. Pulling away, I rested my forehead
against his, giddy and satisfied.
hey let’s talk about hunk and allura friendship! i’ll start:
they know ALL the gossip on the ship. between hunk’s snooping and the mice, they know EVERYTHING.
lance: ugh i’m exhausted :’(
hunk: maybe you shouldn’t have stayed up all night ghosthunting then
allura: no, no, that was last week. last night he was talking to blue about k–
lance: GUYS STOP
they’re the ones who make trust decisions for team voltron now (allura bc she’s the leader and hunk bc of “taking flight”). so like, if the both of them dislike a person, that individual is pretty much fucked.
hunk is allura’s best friend. like, he’ll be like “hey are you sure that diplomat can talk to you like that. because i don’t think he should.” “you know what hunk!! you’re absolutely right!! he can’t!!”
unfortunately this means they will sometimes get carried away. this is shiro’s worst fear.
both of them love shay and will talk about going to visit her and save souvenirs from different planets that they think she’ll like
“Wait, wait so you’re
telling me Spence has done how many practice ride to the hospital” Penelope
almost yelled across the counter. “Just fourteen” you couldn’t help but laugh
because even though it sounded completely absurd it seemed completely normal to
With less than two
weeks for the baby arrive, he had been on edge. Scrambling to get last minute
details together “Don’t get me started on how many baby books he’s read just
this week, because I swear I have lost count.”
Everyone was gathered
at Rossi’s house he was as always a generous host, cooking in the kitchen with
the rest of the boys.The girls all gathered around sharing stories, and most of
all asking all the questions they could about the parents to be.
The night was full of
laughter, lots of stories, and plenty of advice, from everyone. Hotch shared
the horror stories of chasing diapers that awaited Spencer. JJ shared what
seemed like the more horrific things that awaited you. Garcia graciously
offered to babysit often, promising to read to baby genius as much as possible.
Spencer could tell you
weren’t completely present towards the end of the evening.
“Y/N” you glanced up
to see him reaching for your hand “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, just tired”
you tried to brush off all your concerns, and how you had been going over all
your lists wondering if you we’re as prepared as it seemed.
“We can go home if
“No, I’m fine, and
this is fun”
“Ugh, enjoy it while
you can because it might be a while” JJ held out her glass of wine. You laughed
trying to think of the last time you even had wine.
“I can’t believe this
happening” Garcia said “I am just so happy for you guys, I just can’t believe
“I can’t believe it
either, but I am so happy for you guys, pretty boys all grown up” Derek teased.
“I can’t believe the
day has finally come either” everyone looked at you confused.
“The day has finally
come, for what?” Spence looked clueless, and confused.
“To put those 14 test
rides to the hospital in good use, because I am about 99.99 sure that this baby
Everyone stopped their
utensils, put down their drinks, and looked at Spencer’s panicking face. “Now?
Now? Like right now?”
“Like right now, yes,
right, right now” you said. “But we didn’t time the test rides from here,
traffic, hows traffic” Spencer got up and started running to the door. “How
long do you think before he remembers you have to be in the car to get to the
hospital?” Morgan held out his hand to help you up.
“Let’s not bet on it.”
before you could finish your sentence Spencer ran into the house “I forgot you,
“Traffic shouldn’t be
this bed at this house, the hospital is approximately 45 minutes away, the
fasted route will be if you jump on I-245″ Rossi said.
“We don’t have the
baby bag though weren’t ready for you” Spencer said frantically.
“JJ and I will go to
the house, and get everything you need, just go” Penelope said trying to calm
him down. Spencer looked around his team, who were once again always there.
“Hey pretty boy,
you’re gonna be great” with Morgans reassuring words, Spencer held out his hand
to you “Ready or not?”
Letting out a sigh as the cool night air nipped at your skin, causing you to pull the jacket you were wearing tighter around your body. Looking over at your sister who was looking down at her phone and where she was walking simultaneously, checking for updates on the sightings of Spider-man.
Your sister is obsessed with Spider-man and trying to meet him and when you say obsessed you don’t mean it lightly. She goes on these “hunts” I guess you could call them for Spider-man and you just happen to get dragged along with her. It’s not like you hate the guy, you’d just rather be doing literally anything else than following your sister around the streets just so she can catch a glimpse of the masked vigilante. And he was all she talked about. Instead of obsessing over bands or a famous actor like most teens, your sister took the more dangerous option of a hobby and decided to walk around the city in hopes of stumbling across the spider guy, which means she was basically looking for trouble. You knew you could be home right now but you didn’t like knowing that your sister was walking the streets at night alone, so you dragged yourself along on her little expeditions.
“Hey sis, maybe we should head back home now…I mean it’s getting pretty late.” There was this uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t shake, like something terrible was about to happen.
Your sister stopped walking, turning to look at you with an annoyed expression. “Ugh why are you worrying all the time. I don’t even ask you to come with me on these things you just do anyways. Go home if it’s bothering you that much."
Taking a deep breath, trying to control your anger you spoke calmly towards her even though you wanted to scream at her after the attitude she just gave you, you knew she wouldn’t agree if you took that option. "I’m just protecting you okay, it’s not safe for us to be out this late, especially alone. Please can we go back now, I promise we can do this again tomorrow…"
Giving in she sulked but nodded her head nonetheless. "Fine. But we’re doing this again tomorrow." Leading the way as she turned around with her arms crossed, changing her direction to back home. Rolling your eyes at her bratty behaviour you followed along, sometimes you just couldn’t believe that she was older than you. That she was the nineteen year old and you were the one who was seventeen.
You eventually made it outside your apartment complex, relief washing over you as you felt the safety of being home. Your sister wasted no time in entering the complex, but you were distracted by a sound coming from the alley behind you.
Gulping visibly you turned around, almost letting out a scream at what you saw but it was muffled by two large grubby hands that had now grabbed you and pulled you into the alley. You were alone and there was no way your sister would have noticed your absence already, her head was always stuck in the clouds.
Hot tears ran down your face as you were roughly slammed into a brick wall, trying to free yourself from the strangers grip as you thrashed your legs around like a madman. But it was no use, you couldn’t escape his strong grip. But that didn’t make you give up hope as you continued to try and escape the mans grasp, attempting to scream out for help.
"Shut the fuck up before I blow a bullet into your brains.” The man snarled as he pulled out a gun from his jacket and pressed it against your temple. Whimpers left your mouth at the feeling, this was it, you were going to die. You let out a shaky breath as you waited for the man to speak again…but he never did.
Instead you felt his body being ripped off of your own and thrown into a wall. Your eyes widened at the sight before you as you tried to get your breathing back to a steady pace. Looking around for the person who saved you, your eyes connected with the masked ones of spider-man. Yup…Spider-Man.
Letting out a sigh of relief you straightened up, coming off from against the wall. The masked hero moved towards you slowly as if he was worried that he’d scare you away. “Are you alright miss?” Concern was laced in his voice which sounded younger than you expected. He sounded around your age, like a teenager.
“U-uh yes, thank you. For saving me and all." You didn’t know how to react, no one ever tells you how to have a conversation with a superhero. Your vision travelled down to the concreted ground as you avoided the mans gaze.
"It’s what I do. Ya know, friendly neighbourhood Spider-man and all that." He chuckled nervously, reaching his arm up behind his head. Wondering why he seemed so nervous you looked up at him once again, raising an eyebrow at his strange behaviour. "You’re a lot different than I expected."
"W-what do you mean?” He stuttered his words out and you couldn’t help yourself from finding it really cute. Yes, you found the mighty superhero that you’d been complaining about all day cute. What the hell was going on. "It’s just that, you sound so young. Like a teenager.“
Letting out a chuckle at your words the boy leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Well you’re not exactly old yourself."
You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. "Touche."
He was closer to you now so that you could get a better look at him and all the details on his suit. "What’s your name?"
"I’m Y/N. I would ask for yours but I know you have a secret identity and all that."
"Do you need help getting home Y/N?”
“I actually live right here, just in that window up there. Just have back luck I guess." You exclaimed as you pointed up at your window.
"I’ll give you a ride." Looking over your shoulder at the boy, you looked at him in confusion. You gave him a puzzled look, what on earth did he mean? "What are you talking ab-"
Before you could finish your sentence Spider-man had grabbed you by the waist and shot his web shooter at your window, swinging you both up onto the fire escape outside of it. Your body was frozen as he put you down, still shaken up from the unexpected "ride”.
He opened the window for you as he helped you get inside, you seemed to come back to reality as your feet touched the carpeted floors. “What the fuck was that?!"
The boy slid through the window after you, chuckling at your words and stunned expression. "Relax, I just was helping you out."
"Don’t ever do that again, or at least give a girl some warning next time. You can’t just fling people up to their windows unexpectedly.”
“Sorry about that. So what were you doing out this late at night anyway?" He asked as he looked around your room, walking up to take a closer look at the posters that hung on your wall. Without thinking much of your words, you answered honestly. "Looking for you."
Looking back at you abruptly you could imagine the confusion displayed on his face. "What?" Your eyes widened realising what you said as you rushed out an explanation, stumbling over your words. "Well not me really. My older sister has a huge crush on you-no it’s more of an obsession really. And she always wants to go out and find you which I know is dangerous anyway but she even goes at night which is so unsafe. So I follow along so she doesn’t get herself killed. But it’s looks like I’m the one who should be looking out."
He leaned back against the wall, the tone of his voice telling you he was currently wearing a cocky grin. "I didn’t realise I had fans that dedicated." Rolling your eyes at his ego as you sat on the edge of your bed. "Her obsession is scary really. If she knew you were in my bedroom right now…” You chuckled to yourself as you thought of the expression that would be on her face if she found out you had Spider-man in your room and not her.
“You’re not gonna say anything…are you?" The superhero questioned worriedly as he moved to stand in front of you. Smirking at his question you sighed as you leaned back on your sheets, staring up at the ceiling as you responded. "Nah that’s not my style."
Nodding his head Spider-man glanced at the clock that sat on your bedside table, showing that it was in fact really late and he should probably be heading home now. "I-I gotta go, but maybe I’ll see you around?" He asked hopefully as he made his way over to the window. Turning your head and smiling at the boy, you couldn’t help but find yourself wanting to see him again too. "Maybe. See ya Spider-guy.”
hey, I'm a 17 years old girl who has kissed just one boy her entire life. But I've been in love with boys and girls. Am I bi? I'm sorry, this is an stupid things to ask but I have no friend nor family to ask
Is not a stupid thing to ask, don’t worry about it! God. I hope I can give you a good reply
Let’s go with the definition of bisexuality:
HOW COOL IS THAT GOOGLE ADDS THE RAINBOW IF YOU LOOK LGBT TERMS!?
If you feel like boys and girls and you feel comfortable calling yourself bisexual, go ahead! sexuality is not something easy and is complex but you need to find something you feel comfortable. You don’t have to kiss a girl to know you like girls, I have also only kissed a boy in my life and I consider myself a bisexual even if I have never kissed a girl.
I feel like I’m still learning myself and I’m not sure how I can help you but I can share with you my experience accepting my sexuality, which I hope it makes sense because I think this is the first time I really talk about it.
For most of my life I knew I liked girls, believe me, it was so obvious yet I refused to accept that I wasn’t straight. I looked for dumb excuses like ‘she is so pretty I wish I could look like her and I don’t want to kiss her but damn look at her’ (years later found the term demisexuality and everything made sense for me) I knew I liked boys so that’s how I told myself I couldn’t like girls “You are crazy about this guy, there is no way you like girls”.
I’m from a very catholic family where being gay is the worst thing that can happen (to the point my baby cousins can’t play with Barbie dolls or princess because “is gonna turn them gay” ugh) so I was definitely scared of accepting I liked girls too, I just simply refused and the fact that I’m also demisexual (and had no idea that term existed) made me feel like I was broken; most of my teenagers years I was miserable because I was ashamed of myself, I never told anyone, I pretend to have crushes because I was afraid of people calling me lesbian, I forced myself to be straight (like that was gonna work).
Back then I really didn’t know bisexuality existed, I was on the wrong idea that you can’t like boys and girls that you had to choose one but then again I really didn’t know much about sexuality and even now I’m still learning. I honestly lived afraid of people telling me “you like girls is so obvious” In late 2014 I finally broke down and confessed my struggles to a person who was my best friend at the time, mostly because my sister was forcing me to come out to her even if at that point I hadn’t accepted my sexuality yet. It felt nice to finally tell everything to someone who wouldn’t judge me, someone who told me that I wasn’t broken, we both cried a lot during that Skype call. Then tumblr introduced the term demisexuality and that’s when I finally started to leave my fears behind, well a little I started thinking that if it comes to it and I have a close bond with a girl, I might be okay with the idea of being with her. I think I called myself demisexual for almost a year or so but my mind kept going to the term bisexuality, I felt more connected to it than I was with demisexuality but even there I was still afraid to fully accept it, by that point @bananannabeth was already my friend and she is very open about being bi and seeing Ashlee talk about it and being proud of it made start to little by little accept that I’m bisexual too. It took me a while but last summer when I was 24 years old I finally accepted that I’m bisexual but unfortunately I haven’t come out yet to my family for reasons already mentioned (well my sister knows but she forced me to come out to her and it was horrible) and only 2 ‘real life’ friends know.
Sexuality is something fluid, is a journey I guess and it can be confusing and scary and I can try and help you find yourself but I can’t tell you you’re bisexual because only you know who you are and what you feel comfortable with, I’m not sure if I’m making sense. I’m just still learning myself, as you can see, but we are both in this self-discovery journey and I just want you to know that you’re not alone and there is nothing wrong with you and you can always come to me if you want to and I’m gonna try my best to help you.
Hey guys! so this isn’t a request but I had an Idea and went with it!!
“Queenie, have you seen Newt anywhere?” you ask.
It was nearing your anniversary and you were super excited. She looked at you strangely and fidgeted a little.
“No sorry sweetie,” she says quickly.
“Is something wrong?” You ask concerned. She isn’t usually so, so jumpy.
“I think he’s back at the apartment” she answers. You thank her and disapparate.
“Newt?” you call as you land in the living room.
You hear muffled voices coming from the bedroom. You walk to the door and open it. What you see breaks your heart.
Newt had Tina up against a wall. His lips attached to hers. You let out a hurt whimper. Newt’s head whips around and his eyes fill with horror. You turn around and run out of the room.
He dashes after you, grabbing your wrist tightly.
“Y/n It’s not what it looks like I swear!” Newt says.
“Let Go Newt.” You say sternly.
“Y/n P-please” He starts,
“LET ME GO” You scream.
Newt lets go, fear in his eyes.
“How long?” You ask, holding back tears.
“W-well, I-I, s-six months…” Newt stutters
The tears you were holding back broke free and started sliding down your face. You step back and run out the door and Newt didn’t do anything to stop you
“One Moscow Mule” You say, ugh, why were you here again.
“Come on Y/n, you look so glum,” your friend says handing you your drink. Oh right, it was your friends birthday.
“That guy over there is pretty cute, you haven’t had a date in months” they whisper in your ear.
You let out a laugh, “Thanks but I’m not looking for a date right now, we’re here for you” you reply.
You take a sip of your drink, scanning the people there. It’s been months and you still weren’t ready for another date. Newt crushed your heart. You cried for days. You forced yourself to pull yourself together. You worked harder and bought your own apartment. You tried to forget Newt but no matter what you did you couldn’t.
Tears hitting your hand snapped you out of your memories. You put on a smile and walked to your friends. After a couple of hours and a couple of drinks, you were feeling happy again.
Someone nudged your shoulder, “Hey, Y/n, isn’t that your ex?”
Your heart dropped. You look and you drop your drink. There stands the man who shattered your heart along with the girl who he did it with. The sound of the glass alerted him, his eyes widened and he started walking over to you.
“I-I got to go” you mumble.
You push through the crowd. You could feel his eyes on you and his steps following you. The wind of the cold night hits like a knife. You walk fast in hopes of avoiding a confrontation with the man who hurt you so long ago.
“Y/n! Please wait!” he calls.
There he goes, his sweet voice you missed, calling out to you. Unfortunately, the man with that voice wasn’t so sweet to you.
You walk faster praying he would give up, stop and walk away like he did so many years ago. You hide in an alley and pull out your wand. You hear footsteps pass you then stop.
Letting out a small sigh of relief you relax. and, Disapparate, flinching when you feel a hand grab yours. You land roughly in front of your apartment. A hand still on yours. You refuse to look up. A hand gently rests on your chin, moving your eyes to meet his.
“Y/n…” he starts. “Newt, please” You beg.
His piercing green eyes, hints of desperation.
“I just, want to talk,” he says.
Do you really want to do this? Face the man who broke your heart, Face Newt?
“Fine” You opened up your apartment door, letting Newt go in first.
“This could get rough” you mumble under your breath.
Newt stood in your living room. Refusing to look you in the eyes. “So, how have you been,” he asks. “How do you think?” you spit, clenching your fingernails into your palms. Newt shrinks back at your harsh words.
“Y/n, I’m sorry about what I did,.” Newt says. “
You’re sorry?! You’re sorry? You cheated on me with Tina! Do you understand how much it to see you kiss her, t-to see you break every promise that you made to me? T-That you loved me?! ” You yell.
Unnoticed by you but Newt was stepping closer to you with each word until you were centimeters apart.
“That’s enough, You know I love you” he whispers.
“Do I? Because kissing someone isn’t really what you do when you love someone” you cry, voice breaking.
“I’m sorry, I made a mistake. I’m so so in love with you y/n” His lips ghosting across yours. “A mistake that lasted 6 months” you whimper. His hands go to your sides and his lips meet yours.
You want to melt into his lips, you want to take it all back. But you know you can’t.
You push Newt off, “Go, please” You beg.
Newt stands in front of you hurt, “Y-Y/n, I’m sorry I-I” Newt stutters,
“Go Newt. Just, Go be happy with Tina.” You say softly but sternly, tears rolling down your cheeks.
His face breaks at the sight of what he has done to you. He takes a step towards you but you step back. He nods and walks to your door, “You should know, I’m always going to love you not Tina, never tina” and with that, he leaves.
You slide down the wall and feel hot tears streaming down your face. Why did he have to come and destroy you again?
Man i havent written Angst in a while lol, hope you enjoyed it!!