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Operation Cobra-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: reader is in love with Jughead. Jughead is with Betty.
Warnings: SAD SAD SAD ANGST I’m on my way to the hospital to take my mom and I was feeling this after seeing a spoiler from 1x06 sigh

I watched it happen from the very beginning. I noticed the very first time Jughead looked at her differently, the very first time he blushed when she complimented him, the very first time Jughead showed signs of jealousy when Trevor had asked her out. I watched it all unfold from the very beginning.
When Jughead told me he and Betty kissed, I did my best to be the extremely supportive best friend, convincing him to show the pretty blonde he was interested in her. When he did, I helped him plan the entire date out, from where to when, to picking his outfit out for him since he was absolutely helpless when it came to dating. I smoothed out the shoulders of his shirt, fixed his beanie, and sent him on his way.

That night, when he came back to my house to replay all the highlights of his date, he had a smile on his face almost the entire time. It was something I had only seen a handful of times, so even though my heart was breaking, I was still happy that something made him smile this big, even if it wasn’t with me.
When Jughead and Betty started dating, I began to slowly lose my best friend. He and Betty were always going together on the “super sleuth” cases, and I was hardly ever invited despite being the graphic designer and editor for The Blue and Gold. It didn’t bother me though, because I figured I would just see Jughead at Pop’s. I was wrong.

Jughead and Betty liked their alone time. They hardly ever invited us to hang out with them, and when we did, the rest of us felt like we were intruding. If I did have any alone time with Jug, his nose was in his phone, texting Betty the whole time. As supportive as I tried to be for the both of them, I was tired of pretending. All I ever did was pretend.

I walked in to the blue and gold after school, the room vacant. Jughead had probably waited for Betty outside of her history class so they could walk together to the newsroom; he used to do that with me all the time.
I sighed, sitting down at one of the seats in the room and pulling out my laptop. I set it on the desk and began designing the cover for this week’s newspaper.

Eventually, Jughead and Betty showed up, not even noticing I had been in the room. They were chatting about something, both blushing and bumping each other playfully. I mentally rolled my eyes and kept my nose in my laptop, not wanting to watch them be all lovey-dovey or whatever. A minute passed, which turned in to five, and then ten, and then fifteen, and by this time I was beyond upset. Neither had said a word to me at all.

I finished the designs for the paper and quietly closed my laptop, zipping open my bag and stuffing it in before lifting it over my shoulder. I stood up, my chair emitting a sharp noise as the heel of the object scraped against the old tile floor. Jughead and Betty’s heads turned at the sound, watching me push my chair back in.

“Oh my gosh, y/n! When did you come in?” Betty asked. I know she didn’t mean it in a rude way whatsoever, she was one of my best friends, but it angered me. Deciding to keep my anger bottled in, I acted like I didn’t hear her, making my way towards the door of the classroom. I walked out, making my way down the hall.

“Y/n! Wait!” Jughead called my name, and a hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead inquired, his hand sliding down my arm to go to my wrist. I yanked my body back lightly, looking at him in surprise and disgust.

What’s wrong?” I repeated, my tone of voice obviously showing signs of outrage at this point. “Jughead, if you don’t know what’s wrong right now, then I guess we aren’t as close as I thought we were.” I turned away from him, walking down the hallway again.

Jughead grabbed my shoulder again, turning me and grabbing my hand.
“Don’t say that.” Jughead spoke softly, his jaw clenching.

Really? Jughead, you did not notice I was in the room for fifteen minutes! You did not become aware of my presence in the slightest! And that isn’t even the first time!” I screamed, shoving him away from me harshly. Jughead stumbled back, frozen in shock by what I had just done.

“You don’t even care about me anymore! I don’t even exist to you!” My fingers dug in to my palms as I yelled at him.

“So yeah, we aren’t as close as I thought we were. In fact, I’ve never been farther apart from you.” I turned, walking away again.

“y/n!“ Jughead called my name and I stopped.

"Don’t, Jughead.” I cut him off, turning to face him one more time. “For somebody who claims to be an amazing observer, you sure are pretty damn oblivious.” I walked down the hallway of the empty school, turning a corner and making my way home.


It was 5:39 when my phone rang, interrupting me from my moping over Jughead and Betty. I had stayed home from school the past few days, blaming it on how “sick” I had been feeling, which was bullshit, but only I knew it was bullshit. Or so I thought.

“Hey Ronnie.” I answered the phone.” Now’s not a good time- “

“Too fucking bad, princess. Get your ass up, I’m here.” I heard a knock at my door downstairs and Veronica hung up. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, rubbing at my nose a bit to make it look red and grabbed a box of tissues. I wadded a couple up and threw them in the trash so my fake sick story would still be believable.

I padded downstairs slowly, hearing the incessant knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I took a deep breath before answering the door. There stood one of my best friends, hands on her hips and an irritated look on her face.

“Alright, time to stop moping and start moving on.” The black-haired girl stepped in to my house, closing the door and pointing upstairs.

“Who said I was moping?” I fired back, dragging myself up the stairs.

“Oh, come on y/n! You may be able to fool Archie, Betty, Jughead, and the rest of the entire world, but you can’t fool me. I know you aren’t sick, I know you and Jughead fought, I know you like Jughead. Its written all over you!” Veronica flung open the door to my room and marched to my closet, digging through it like a wild dog.” It’s kinda sick, actually. You look at him with literal heart eyes.Honestly, I would have gone for somebody a little more chiseled, but hey, we all got our own kinks- “

“Ronnie.” I cut off her incessant rambling, “Why are you knee-deep in my clothes?”

“Because, sweetheart.” Ronnie stuck her head out of my closet.” There’s a party tonight, and Jughead and my future wife are going, and we are going to show those two idiots who they really belong with.” Ronnie went back in to my closet, holding up numerous amounts of dresses, skirts, and eye-catching tops.

“Jughead is going to a party?” I queried, unconvinced.

“Yeah, it’s a thing with the cheerleaders at Cheryl’s, an Jughead is going to be the ‘supportive boyfriend’ or whatever.” Veronica scoffed at her own words, adding mocking quotations with her fingers before going back to digging in my closet.

“They’re probably going for more clues about Jason.” I mumbled, my mind drifting away a bit.

“For someone who only wears like, 4 outfits, you sure do have a lot of clothes.” Ronnie commented, pulling out a dress and examining it before hanging it back up.

“My mom tries.” I sighed, flopping back down on the bed.

“Oh, no you don’t. Get your happy ass up and get in the shower. You look terrible, which is weird for me, because you usually look incredibly fuckable.”

“Wow, thanks Ronnie.” I spat back, sarcasm laced in my tone. I got up and grabbed a towel from my drawer, walking in to my bathroom and taking a quick shower. I shaved my legs, as demanded instructed by my friend, and Ronnie did my makeup and hair, curling it and putting it up in a pretty half-do. I admired Ronnie’s work, hardly even being able to connect this me with the person that sat in my bed this morning, dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a knotty bun. She had also found a long sleeved black dress that came down to my knees, tucked away in my closet somewhere

Ronnie had brought over a dress for herself to change in to, and slipped on her shoes. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror, a distressed look on my face.

“Listen, tonight is for us, okay?” Ronnie rested her hand on my shoulders, turning my chair so I faced her.” I’ve been sitting around and moping too, trust me, but we shouldn’t mope. We deserve so much better, alright? So, let’s just go out and have fun. We deserve that much, alright?” Ronnie held out her hand and I took it, pulling myself up and letting my arms go around her neck to embrace her. We both grabbed our purses and linked arms before walking down the stairs of my house and out my door.
“Ronnie, I don’t think I can do this.” I stood at the front door of the house, my heart racing.” I really can’t do this.” I turned away from the building, wringing my hands out in front of me.” I’ve been doing it for so long, and I don’t think I can pretend any more, and- “

“Y/n!” Ronnie grabbed my hands, holing them in between hers.” You can do this, ok? You’re y/n freaking l/n!! You are one of the strongest women I know, and you are fierce! You can’t let Jughead, or Betty, or anyone get to you! Don’t let them ruin your moment, ok? Because you are looking hot as hell- “Ronnie lifted one of my hands, twirling me in front of her, and I giggled- “And I’ll be damned if I let you let them mess with that.” I hugged Ronnie tightly before she linked my arm with hers and we walked in to the Blossom mansion.

The music wasn’t too loud, which was a kind gesture for my sensitive ears. Cheryl had already roped together some kids for a game of spin the bottle, and I had spotted Archie, Betty, and Jughead near a corner of the room. Ronnie had already gotten me away from the sight, pulling me to the kitchen. I only grabbed a bottle of sweet tea, ignoring the alcohol that lined the counter. Veronica did as well, unsurprisingly. Veronica was a very old-school classy person. If she did drink, it was usually only one glass, and something very light, as I had found out one night that I had slept over at her house.

“There’s my girls!” Kevin wrapped each arm around Veronica and I’s shoulders. “Operation ‘avoid Jughead and Betty because they’re little whores who have been ignoring us to suck each other’s faces’ has commenced!” I laughed at Kevin, giving him a weird look for the name he had chosen.

“Lets just call it Operation Cobra, you know, for short.” Veronica suggested.The three of us made our way to the middle of the dance floor ignoring our other friends. It was obvious Veronica was laughing and talking at a bit of a higher volume, as well as being extra touchy and flirty to get the attention of our friends. I didn’t so much as glance at Jughead, because I knew that once I did, it was game over, and I would be running home and hiding under my covers.
After a little while, I went to find a quiet place in the house, wanting to be alone. Parties weren’t really my thing, so I didn’t understand why I even agreed to go, but to be fair I was having a nice time

I sat on Cheryl’s back porch, my legs swinging off the edge as I looked out at her backyard. The graveyard with all her relatives didn’t really help boost my happiness, but at least I had gotten away from the incessant bass drops the music was giving off.

“Thought you were sick.” I turned my head to see Jughead leaning against the wall, legs and arms both crossed. My heart started beating wildly and I felt a lump in my throat.

“Thought you didn’t like parties.” I retorted, turning my head back around to face away from him.

“Touché.” I felt Jughead’s presence as he sat down next to me, our thighs brushing together. For a couple minutes, I didn’t say anything, scared that if I did I would burst in to tears.

“You look really, uh, nice tonight.” Jughead looked me up and down and I raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, not that you don’t look nice all the time, because you do.” Jughead scratched the back of his neck.” Because you know, you’re really beautiful, but you already know that I think that, because you know, you’re my best friend, and uh… yeah.” Jughead looked away

“You know, I’m not a mind reader.” Jughead chuckled lightly. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I did my best to ignore him, crossing my arms and keeping my gaze away from his.

“Look- “Jughead gulped audibly, hesitating before lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder.” I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, or what you’re dealing with, but I’m here for you- “

Really? Are you really “here for me?” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, moving to stand up. I was furious at this point.” Jughead, I have talked to you maybe a handful of times since you and Betty started dating! You have cancelled every single one of our plans since then! Every time we’re together working on the blue and gold, you and Betty hardly even notice I’m in the room! – “

My hands went to my temples as I slowly paced back and forth on the deck of the porch. Jughead now stood in front of me, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other running his hand down his face in a frustrated motion.

“And maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry about it, if you would have at least showed any sort of remorse, but you don’t! You don’t apologize, you don’t even text me in advance to let me know, you keep me sitting at Pop’s for hours, and you never even show up! I don’t even know why I still do it? What’s the point?” I began to walk past him but jughead held his arm out, stopping me from leaving. His hand grabbed my hip, turning me to face him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am- “

“No you aren’t, Jughead! You aren’t sorry!” I pushed him away from me.” You aren’t sorry! If you were really ‘sorry’, you would have been there for me! You wouldn’t have skipped out on our plans! You wouldn’t have left me waiting all the time! Or you would have at least texted me to tell me you wouldn’t make it! Or even apologize!” I shoved my index finger against his chest, pushing him away from me once more.” But you don’t! You don’t apologize, or even feel any remorse about it, because all you care about is yourself! You don’t care about the consequences of the choices you make, because it doesn’t hurt you!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I ended my rant. Jughead had a shocked face on his look, as if he was surprised that I had just stood up for myself. I couldn’t blame him. All I ever did was let people use me as their personal door mat. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I do care about you, it’s just, I- “

“Save it, Jughead!” I shoved past him, running back in to the house and out the front door. I heard calls from my best friend and turned around to see Veronica and Kevin.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Veronica stood in front of me, blocking me from walking down the path towards the gate to leave Cheryl’s home. Her hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from moving.” What’s wrong, what happened?”

“What do you think happened, Ronnie?” I spoke loudly, my hands moving wildly in front of me.” Jughead is an idiot! That’s what happened!” Kevin now stood beside Ronnie, and her hands went to my face, wiping away the tears. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot! That’s what happened!”

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Veronica hugged me tightly.

“He doesn’t care, Ronnie. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he hurt me, or anything. It doesn’t matter.” I moved to look at her again.” Why do I have to be in love with him? It could have been anybody else! Why him?”

“I don’t know, honey, he’s a jerk, I don’t know why he- “Ronnie cut herself off, staring off behind me. I turned around to see Jughead standing ten feet away, arms at his sides and his lips parted slightly.

“Did you say you’re in love with me?” Jughead looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for an answer. I shook my head, diving between Ronnie and Kevin and running towards the gate. Jughead began to follow me, but Kevin and Ronnie held him back, letting me slip away.
I was halfway down the trek to my house when I passed by the Riverdale park. I sighed, steering off the sidewalk and towards the big dome-shaped jungle gym. I was just going to mope at home anyways, so I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.

I dropped my heels to the ground next to me, swinging my purse over my shoulder and climbing up to the top. I sat down in the middle, the solid platform cold against my skin. I didn’t care though. I pulled out my phone, ignoring any notifications I had. I checked Instagram, scrolling through Jughead’s account. I switched over to Betty’s, seeing multiple photos of her and Jughead. I didn’t exactly know why I was forcing myself to look at these, but I was.

I shut my phone off, wrapping my arms around my body. I hadn’t brought a jacket, another thing to beat myself up over. I looked around the park, my eyes eventually catching someone else’s. Jughead.

“What are you doing up there?” Jughead looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.

“I like it up here.” I defended.

“Can you come down?” Jughead asked me.

“No.” I protested.

“Then I’m coming up.” Jughead sighed, beginning to climb the structure. I scrambled to grab my purse, trying to get off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Jughead had climbed up, grabbing the bars on each side of my body and hovering so my lower body was trapped under his. He looked up at me, his chest heaving from climbing up as fast as he could, mixed with the sting of the cold weather. Our breaths could be seen in the winter air, mixing with each other and disappearing. I stared at Jughead, waiting for him to say something.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh yeah, hold on. Let me ruin my closest friendship real quick by telling him I have super hardcore feelings for him when he’s dating someone else!” I spat sarcastically.

“Ok, that’s fair.”

“Whatever, Jughead, just let me out.” I started to shuffle under his body, planning to duck under his arm, but he blocked me, climbing farther up. We were now eye level, his face only inches from mine. Jughead stared at me, not saying anything.

“Are you gonna say something?” I asked him, my eyes flickering between his.

“I don’t know what to say.” Jughead admitted. I rolled my eyes, pushing him so I could get out from under him. Apparently, I had pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, the boy lost his balance, stumbling off the bars and falling in to the grass on his back. I gasped, shouting his name before climbing down quickly and jumping off the last few bars.

“Jughead! Are you ok!” Jughead groaned in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. I dropped on to my knees beside him, my shoulders on his hands.

“Peachy.” He answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress.

“Whatever, I’m going home- “

“Did you know Veronica liked Betty?” I spun around, looking at Jughead.


“Well, I didn’t.” Jughead sighed, standing up. “And Veronica told her. Turns out, a big part of the reason Betty was dating me was to try and get over her, and convince herself she wasn’t gay. When Ronnie told her, she broke it off with me.” Jughead chuckled half-heartedly.

“Jug, I’m sorry.” Sympathy was laced in my voice. I stepped back toward him, patting his shoulder with my hand.

“It’s ok, really. I was dating her for kind of the same reason as well.” Jughead looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine.” You see, there’s this girl that I really like, and she’s been my best friend for quite a while.” My breath hitched in my throat, my hand leaving Jughead’s shoulder.” I’ve been kind of a shit friend to her, and I haven’t really been hanging out with her, more like avoiding her. It’s a really shitty thing to do, and I feel, like, really, really shitty about it.”

“Jughead, I, I can’t…” I turned back towards the dome jungle gym, walking towards my shoes. I felt Jughead’s hand on my shoulder and then my back was against the monkey bars, my body trapped by Jughead’s.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Jughead admitted.” You’re everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. When I started dating Betty, I thought it would help me get over you, and then I could stop feeling the way I felt.” Jughead looked me in the eyes, his face no more than a few inches away from mine once again.” I watched what happened to my parents, and yours. They were just like us. They were best friends, and…” Jughead hung his head, cutting off his own words.

“Jughead.” I reached my hands up to cup his face, lifting his head to look at me.” We aren’t our parents, ok?” My thumb brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face. Jughead smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips, and mine doing the same.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.” I laughed lightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, pulling me flush in to his body before he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in to the kiss, feeling relief that Jughead felt the same way about me as I did him.

Jughead bit gently at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he broke the kiss. I giggled, burying my face in to the crook of Jughead’s neck.
“I see my work did some justice.” I heard Ronnie call out. Jughead and I turned around on the sidewalk we had been on to see our friends.

“We have been looking everywhere for you guys! Where were you!” Archie called out, jogging towards us.

“Oh, you know, climbing jungle gyms, pushing Jughead off them, the usual.” I joked, looking up at Jughead. He smiled, rolling his eyes.
Ronnie and Betty walked up to us, hands held together.

“Hey, nothings gonna be… awkward, right?” Betty asked, looking at Jughead and I.

“No, Betts, everything’s good.” Jughead looked down at me, squeezing my hand.

“Ok, good.” Betty rested her hand on Jughead’s shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before dropping it.

“Wait, so, you two?” Archie asked, looking at Ronnie and Betty, who nodded.

“And you two?” Archie looked at Jughead and I. Jughead nodded and I blushed, hiding in his side. Jughead wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Kevin shrugged, walking towards us.

“Hey, we’re all heading to Pop’s, you coming?” Archie asked Jug and I.

“Archibald Andrews, do you ever think I would turn down a burger and fries from our ever so famous chock-lit shoppe?” I put a hand over my chest in mock offense.

“Of course you and Jughead are together, why was I even surprised.” Archie rolled his eyes, walking away from us.

“That obvious, huh?” Jughead spoke aloud, looking down at me.



Summary: Peter Parker may be a superhero but he’s still the clumsiest boy in the world. 

AN: y’all can’t tell me that peter isn’t clumsy af. you can’t

Peter Parker x Reader 

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by mrsjacewayland

Peter Parker nodded as his friend Ned prattled on about what happened in Chemistry class. A class Peter had to miss because of his crime fighting duties. Truth was, Peter couldn’t care less about Chemistry. He was too busy staring at the laughing girl from across their table. Her head was thrown back and her silvery laugh filled his ears. Y/N’s face lit up in a way that made Peter’s heart fall even more for her. The boy sighed and rested his head on his fist.

“You know you could just talk to her instead of staring at her like a creeper.” Ned stated.

“I-I wasn’t staring, Ned.” Peter defended himself.

“Sure you weren’t, buddy.” Ned chuckled. Peter rolled his eyes.

“If I was, and I’m not saying I was, can you blame me? She’s perfect.” Peter said, dreamily.

“Which is why you should talk to her.” Ned forced.

“With her friends, who hate me by the way, around her? I don’t think so.”

Keep reading

Teen Dad Two

Teen Dad Two

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: none I think lol

A/N: If you want a part 3, let me know. Again, if this does not get much request for part three (which is most likely a last part) then it ends here. I hope you guys like it as much (or even more) than the first one :) I larb you guys lots!

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Teen Dad (PART ONE)

“Did he really just say ’I still have that Stark Internship after all’?” you thought.

Is he saying that being Spider-Man is more important than you two’s future?

Even May was surprised.

“Is that all you care about Peter?”

“It’s my future (Y/n)!”

“And this baby isn’t?!”

May walked up to Peter, I think she was about to slap him, but you stopped her before she could even pass you.

“I just don’t think I could be a dad yet (Y/n). Wh– what are you going to do?”

“What am I going to do?”

He nods. Wow.

You scoff, scratching the back of your head.

“I can’t believe you right now,” you said quietly, looking away from him.

You turn to him slowly.

“I’m going to raise this baby by myself. If you’re not going to help me.”

And with that, you got up and walked away. Stopping by the door, you turn to Aunt May.

“I’ll keep you updated May.”

Then you turn to Peter.

“See you around Pete.”

And with that, you were gone. No pleading for you to stay, no ‘I’m sorry (Y/n), I didn’t mean to. Please don’t go.’ Not even a text, or a call. There might be some tears. Though you didn’t see them, you saw his eyes shining, covered with a thin layer of unshattered tears.

I guess this was it.

It’s been a few weeks since the day you told Peter. Still no word from him.

You were now a month and a half along. Still not showing.

You got new sonogram pictures. You would stop by Peter’s to give them to Aunt May. Peter was never there. Being Spider-Man seems like his only priority.

Winter Break was starting, you finished your last final of the first semester. This was the first time you got through a final without having a ‘study date’ with Peter the week before.

Walking through the hallways of Midtown, you saw Peter for the first time in weeks. He was taking out books from his locker, while talking to Ned.

You sucked it up, holding your head up high, and walking right past him. He didn’t even flinch, continuously talking to Ned.

“Dude, she just walked past you. What are you doing? I haven’t seen you talking in weeks! What is going on?”

“It’s complicated Ned.”

“Seriously, what’s happening between you too?”

Peter looks at him with a stern face, opening his locker wider for him to see.

“Woah, are you serious?”

Inside his locker door was two ultrasounds pictures. The first one you ever got taken and the second one you just took. You gave two to Aunt May, just incase Peter decided to care.

“Is it (Y/n)’s?”

Peter scoffs, giving Ned a shove, “of course it’s hers! Who else would it be?”

Ned holds his hands up, “alright. Geez.”

Peter looks at him silently before slamming his locker close.

“What am I going to do Ned?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to lose her, but then again, I’m not ready to be a dad either!”

He sighs, rubbing his face, “I can’t take care of a baby and the world at the same time.”

“The world? That’s what the Avengers are for.”

“Alright, then the city.”

“Which one do you think is more important? Being Spider-Man or being with (Y/n)?”

Peter looks at his best friend, then the ground, “I don’t know Ned. I love being Spider-Man, but I love (Y/n) too. I have no idea what to do.”

He looks back up to him.

“I’m scared.”

When you got home, you ran straight to your room, ignoring your mom’s question.

“How was your day sweetie?”

She says it everyday, and everyday you replied with a sniffle.

You jumped on your bed, crying for the millionth time. You actually saw him today, and he didn’t even notice you. He really doesn’t care does he?

You lay there, for the rest of the day.

“This is how I’m going to be spending the next two weeks aren’t I?” you asked yourself.

“No, no you’re not.”

You turn around to see your mom standing at the door.

“What do you mean I’m not? I’ve been spending the last few weeks like this and I think I’m starting to get used to it.”

She walks towards you, sitting at the foot of your bed.

“You need to stop crying about Peter.”

“Why mom? Why? I can’t help it that it upsets me that a stupid ‘internship’ is more important than our relationship.”

Your mom looks at your face with concern, wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks.

“I promise, everything will be alright.”

You nod.

Because you trusted her words.

Because your mom never broke a promise.

Peter climbed out the window, wearing his suit, swinging across the city.

He stopped at the roof of one building, just comfortably sitting at the edge, eating a churro.

“Hello? Mr. Stark? I just wanted to know if I have any missions to go to this coming week? I just got out of school. I have winter break for two weeks, so I’m free for whenever you need me!”

“Nope! We got everything covered! Enjoy your winter break Spidey, by–”

“Wait! Mr. Stark! What if you have any emergency missions? Call me?”

“Spidey– listen– we have everything under control alright? Just enjoy your break. Spend time with your girlfriend or something. (Y/n) right?”

Peter suddenly felt his heart drop, looking down at the cars and shops below him.

“Yeah, about that–” Peter scratches his head. He can feel a knot beginning to form in his throat.

“Mr. Stark?”

“What is it Peter?”

“I made a huge mistake and I still don’t know what to do about it.”

Peter had tears streaming down his cheeks. He runs his fingers through his messy curls.

“I– I don’t know what to do..”

Peter waited in front of Starbucks, then, a car pulled up to him.

The windows roll down slowly, “Get in.”

Peter nodded, getting into the black car.

“So what happened Pete? What’s got you so down?”

Peter looks up at Tony, “(Y/n)’s pregnant, and I didn’t react the way she wanted me too when she told me and we haven’t talked for weeks.”

Tony scoffs, “that’s it? Why? You didn’t start crying? Or screaming ‘oh my gosh this is amazing!’? Girls always expect so much more, don’t they?”

Peter shook his head ‘no’, “No, it wasn’t like that Mr. Stark.”

“Then what happened?”

Peter inhaled deeply, “I told her that I wasn’t ready to be a dad because I had to be Spider-Man and I can’t do those two at once.”

Tony looks at him with a shocked expression, shaking his head and turning away from him.

“And why would you say that?” he said, after a moment of looking out the window.

Peter shrugged, “I don’t know? Because it’s true?”

“You care about being Spider-Man more than (Y/n)?”

“I– I don’t know?”

“Then why’d you say it?”

“I don’t know! Maybe because being Spider-Man would be better than being a dad.”

Tony shook his head.

“Peter. Do you like not having a dad?”

“No? Why would you say that?”

“Then why are you doing that to your own child? You’re really leaving (Y/n) to be Spider-Man?”

“Well, if you think about it, I’d be saving a lot of lives.”

“And how does that work?”

“Well… if I stay with (Y/n) and raise the baby, I would be taking care of two lives. Her and the baby right? But if I become Spider-Man, I’d be saving millions of lives.”

“But whose lives are more important to you?”

“My family of course.”

“And who are your family?”

“Aunt May and (Y/n).”

“Well so which are you choosing, being Spider-Man, or being a dad?”

“I told you, I don’t know.”

Tony rolls his eyes, this kid is just not getting it.

“Peter, I’m saying this one more time. You said your family’s lives are more important to you, yes?”


“If you were out right now, as Spidey, and you’re alone and you spot two crimes while swinging across buildings. One: A bank is getting robbed, the employees are held at gunpoint. Two: (Y/n)’s getting robbed and having a gun to her head. Who would you go to?”


“But more people would die if you don’t stop the bank robbery. If you go to (Y/n), only one life would be saved.”

Peter looked down, and thought about it.

“Do you understand now?”

He nods, before getting out of the car and running off.

Not another word to Tony Stark.

Distractions + Bonus Chat

Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader


T'challa x Reader where she wants to ask him out but the others find the most random things to ask to distract them     

A/N: The bonus chat is at the end of this. And Wade is in it, so as always, language.

Wanda has created a chatroom.

Wanda has added Y/N.

Wanda: So, how’d it go? Did you ask T'Challa yet?

Y/N: Something came up and he had to leave for Wakanda. It’s fine, I’ll ask him when he gets back.

Wanda: It could be months, Y/N. You shouldn’t wait. Ask him now.

Wanda: I know what you’re doing, and don’t you dare!

Y/N: Huh? I’m not doing… whatever it is that you presume I am.

Wanda: So you’re not searching for quotes on being patient as an excuse to not ask him now?

Y/N: Dammit, you know me too well!

Y/N: How would I ask him now, anyway?

Wanda: If only the Avengers had some secure, private means of communicating with each other…

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Imagine being a single, pregnant mom and Dean wants to be the father of your child because he’s been in love with you for years and wants to have a family with you.

“Dean, you really don’t have to do this.” you whispered, placing a hand over your belly as the older Winchester fixed on the last shelf for your books.

“Come on, (Y/n), you have more books than Sam himself. You needed the shelves and I had nothing better to do. What else was I supposed to do? Let you get it done on your own?” he scoffed, shaking his head as he kept going with his work.

“Dean, I could have done it! It’s not that hard, you forget I was able to put up with you and Sam ever since I was a little kid?” you teased with a smirk as he shot you a glare, but at the same time couldn’t help a grin.

“Shut up, you know you love us.” he mumbled and you giggled, nodding your head.

“Yes I do.” you whispered, wanting to bad to say you loved him more and in a much different way than Sam, but holding yourself back in the end “But I mean it you know. Just cause I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t do a thing on my own and you know it. I could have just as well carried everything and put it together on my own, it’s no science Dean.”

“No it’s not but-” he let a small breath as he got back up on his feet, having finished his work “There was no way I was gonna let you carry anything on your own, 9.5/10 pregnancy books say that especially during the latest months of your pregnancy you are not allowed to carry anything heavy, not to mention overwork.” he shrugged as if it was nothing, putting back all of the tools in one place.

“Wait-” you smirked, raising an eyebrow “You- you- how do you know that?”

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Nostalgia Critic Quotes Starters

You know the deal. Feel free to change pronouns, add names to blanks, etc. There is some profanity in this one.

  • “Why do they always want to do it the hard way?”
  • “What can’t we do with an acre of land?”
  • “We’re talking softly because it’ll upset the souffle?”
  • “You know…like your head!”
  • “You think you’re gonna get away from me, but you’re not, because it’s on.”
  • “I’m sorry, but who thought this would be an exciting idea?”
  • “This is even more exciting than that time I dangled keys in front of my own face!”
  • “DON’T fall to the ground like a bloody corpse.”
  • “Bad is rad and I’m ballistic!”
  • “Oh, come on, it’s obvious. It’s so incredibly obvious.”
  • “It’s junk food, brightly colored junk food for the mind.”
  • “The orthodox levels on this are most un!”
  • “Ah-ba-ba-ba, don’t tell me the problem, I only want to focus on the solution. I see…a banana. Use a banana.”
  • “We are not on the same level as them! WE ARE HEALTHY!”
  • “This looks like a job for flamboyance!”
  • “Yeah! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before!”
  • “Hey! You seem very…two-people-ish!”
  • “Because that’s funny, right? Right? The correct answer is no.”
  • “Punctuation is so wild!”
  • “Clearly, we are dealing with artistic genius here!”
  • “Please get in this evil device which is in no way an evil device. Joke’s on you; it’s an evil device.”
  • “What do kids normally do? They make tofu or something?”
  • “Stop it! Stop it! Stop trying to sound cool!”
  • “All is lost.”
  • “You’re so gosh darn wonderful.”
  • “I’m sorry, ____. I like your place. It’s a nice looking place.”
  • “I don’t care if it’s innocent and cutesy; it’s a piece of shit.”
  • “But I don’t wanna laugh, I wanna get better.”
  • “If its purpose was to bore the living shit out of us, I agree.”
  • “You have to have one before you can lose it.”
  • “Wait a minute, so you’re saying that if I jump aboard the bandwagon before it even becomes a bandwagon, I can be one of the frontrunners of the bandwagon?”
  • “Redundant much, redundant?”
  • “Was I really just a pawn in your lame-ass little punchline?”
  • “Is this actually a popular thing and I just never noticed?”
  • “My God…it’s full of shit.”
  • “Put traffic cones around that apple juice; that shit is lethal!”
  • “What is this, just another day at the store for you?”
  • “Why are you being so blatant with how evil you are?”
  • “Yeah, you know what’s living? Dying.”
  • “No, wait, that’s not living. That’s…that’s fucking dying.”
  • “I remember it so you don’t have to.”
  • “You’re listening to frogs! It’s all a lie!”
  • “I don’t know, it means I’m angry!”
  • “Gee, does it have something to do with ice?”
  • “I just wanna bring love and joy to the world.”
  • “I haven’t been this shocked since I found out the secret to living a long lasting life…was breathing!”
  • “You know, for kids!”
  • “Start off with something innocent and lighthearted and then smash it down into cruel, cruel reality?”
  • “I hear it’s a dictatorship where people disappear.”
  • “Stay back; I think that’s real ketchup.”
  • “That’s so out of the ordinary, I dare call it wacky.”
  • “Get off my wet banana!”
  • “B-B-B-Bullshit!”
  • “Don’t encourage him. You’ll jiggy-jiggy regret it.”
  • “Maybe you could start by getting out of the fucking bed.”
  • “Well, that’s odd. It’s almost…normal.”
  • “Gee, does THAT…SOUND…FAMILIAR?”
  • “If we’re going through with this, I want to be prepared.”
  • “Fucking bubbles!”
  • “Inspire us! Say something stoic!”
  • “Oh, by the way, we have to mail this to fifty or more people or else we get bad luck.”
  • “I would LOVE to play a game with somebody!”
  • “Fuck yeah, sparkle sparkle sparkle!”
  • “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take the occasional break to look at myself in front of the mirror and cry.”
  • “Cause let me tell you, it’s not always easy.”
  • “People may die, but stupidity is forever.”
  • “Stop calling it that!”
  • “So, your argument is…you fucked up, you’re glad you fucked up, and you will continue to fuck up in new and spectacular ways?”
  • “I did not just hear that.”
  • “Time for a game of disappearing brain cells!”
  • “I think he drank the cactus juice or something.”
  • “I thought I had these burned!”
  • “My heart soars every time. The monotone. The absolute lack of any human emotion. The way he doesn’t even refer to her by her name.”
  • “I just remember that it was weird and childish.”
  • “I know that it’s just my opinion, but I’m right.”
  • “I remember it…but I don’t wanna!”
Secret Daughter (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

 Summary: For her own safety Y/N Stark does not exist, but Tony could really use his daughters’ help in recruiting a one, Peter Parker.

A/N: Honestly, stark!reader fics are my favorite to read and write. Will either add one more part or make it a series (woo!)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None that I can think of…


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Just a dream


Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Authors Note: I am doing a sentence prompt, “It was just a dream” because Archie feels mkay? So on with the story! :)

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, just nightmares

Archie, Betty, Jughead, and Y/N had been best friends since childhood. The summer before Jason was killed, Archie and Jughead grew apart, and from that, Y/N, along with Betty, grew apart from Archie. Y/N and Betty spent most of their time together their freshman year of high school, and the summer Jason was killed, they grew closer than ever. The week before school, when Veronica Lodge came to town, something tragic happened for the second time that summer in peaceful old Riverdale. Y/N went missing, and a few days later, they found her parents’ bodies in her old house. 

“911, what is your emergency?” 

“Hello, I’d like to report a missing person, she’s been found.”

“What is your name sir? Can you ID her?”

“My name is Archie Andrews, and the girl’s name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

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British Puns and Greasy Hair: Part 2

Cole Sprouse X Reader X Tom Holland

SUMMARY : First day in set with fresh-face Tom and stone-cold Cole. Read about how Tom dilutes you in his terrible jokes while Cole finally confronts you.

A/N: Thank you for the overwhelming love and support ! If you wanna be in the taglist, just request :)


“No, Tom. It’s pronounced kra’sant”




“Okay, nevermind.” You give up your attempt in trying to get Tom to pronounce croissant.

“What?” he takes another bite of the delicious croissant, “Quackson.”

You burst into laughter  at his pure childlike behaviour, as you take a bite of your own croissant, “Quackson, it is.”

You’ve just wound up giving Tom his first tour around the entire set and you’re now bonding over croissants in the small stall set for the cast members to grab a bite or two. Everybody loved Holland. He was really courteous and cheeky with his high-pitched british accent, constantly making everbody laugh, he even pulled a spiderman lift for one of the crew members!

“Don’t you have any shoots today?” he questions, taking the final bite off his quackson.

“I do, actually. But Mark gave me some time out since you needed a ‘tour’”

“Actually, I didn’t” he chuckles cheekily, wiping the crumbs off his face.

“What do you mean?”

“I came here the other day too,” he continues laughing,”I know everything,”

You squint your eyes in confusion,”Then what was all that ‘I’m so lost, help me’ about?”

“Ah, I was just bored. I don’t have any shoots until 3pm. Boredom, darling” he winks.

You roll your eyes. You can’t believe Tom just wasted half your day because he didn’t want to be alone when you had been hoping to get off shoot early today.

“You’re SO annoying,” you hit his arm as you head inside for your shoot,”I’m leaving”

“Hit a nerve there, darling” he loudly calls out as he watches you leave.

“Don’t call me darling, you quackson”.


“And CUT!” Mark loudly blurts,”Good shot, Lili and (Y/n)”

You smile in response at Mark and grab yourself a bottle of water. Throughout the shoot, you and Lili remained professional. The atmosphere was obviously a tad bit weird but you didn’t let it get to you.

“Hey (Y/n)” Lili suddenly approaches out of nowhere.

You almost choke on the water at her sudden approach. “Uhm, hey Lil’”

“Okay I’m just going to say it. I’m sorry for what happened, uh, you know what I mean,” she sighs, “(Y/n), you know that I, uh, we, would never do anything intentionally to hurt you, right?” she rubs your arm.

Her use of the word ‘we’ made your stomach sick.

Guess she and Cole are really one now.

“Lili, it’s completely-“ you pause at the sight of Cole abruptly walking towards the two of you.


You quickly free yourself from Lili’s grip, “I’m just going to,”

Not even a fraction of a second later, Cole grabs your hand again.

What’s with people grabbing my hand today?

Lili’s eyes widen at the sight of Cole holding your hand.

“(Y/n), please just hear us out. You can’t keep avoi-“



“TOM! OVER HERE!” you immediately call Tom the second you see him from a distance. Tom happily smiles and walks over to you. What a cutie.

You let go of Cole’s hand. “I’m not sure you guys have met yet. Tom, this is Lili. And that’s Cole,”

Tom smiles warmly at the two of them, “Betty and Jughead!” he quickly leans in for a small hug, Cole not looking comfortable at all.

“Aw, so” Lili is the first person to initiate the conversation, as always, “ How did you guys meet?” referring to you and Tom since you two look pretty close for someone who’ve just met!

“Oh, we don’t really-“

Tom quickly interrupts, “Aha! May I take this one, my darling?”

You roll your eyes. He continues, “I actually happened to save this Lil’ Miss I-pretend-I-can-park-so-well from her crippling fear of photographers this morning,”

You hit his arm, “Hey, why are you dissing my parking skills?”

“Oh, come on, you couldn’t eve-“

“Crippling fear of photographers, oh really?” Cole repeats Tom’s statement.

“That wasn’t what I,” you forgot what you were going for. Cole must’ve thought you were referring it to him since he’s a photographer himself.

“LILI! TOM!” one of the crew members call out, “YOU’RE UP NEXT!”

“Oh gosh, my first shot. Wish me luck,” Tom looks way too nervous for someone who’s just had a hit movie released.

You chuckle and stroke his arm lightly, “All the luck in the world to you, Quackson”

He snickers at your use of his famous nick-name,”Thanks, darling” he leaves with Lili.

English people and their use of darling words on a daily basis could be very misleading and dangerous.

Speaking of danger, with Lili and Tom gone, that leaves only you and Cole.

“Can we please talk?” Cole asks once again with a softer tone.

You try to avoid his gaze as you had been since this morning.




You’re sitting at the edge of the patio overlooking the beautiful LA sunset. You’re used to watching the sun go down with Cole. It used to be one of your favourite things to do. You always felt serene and calm, but not this time. Right now, your heart is beating out of your chest. Cole is sitting right beside you. Usually, you would have a comfortable silence but this time, all you can feel is anticipation of what Cole might say- and you’re not sure you want to hear.

“I’m guilty,” Cole finally speaks out,”I can’t and won’t deny what I’ve done. There’s not a day when I don’t regret kissing Lili, (Y/n), please believe me when I say that-“

You turn away fom him,”Cole, you don’t have to do this. I forgive you, okay? Let’s just forget what happened and move on,”

“But that’s the problem, I CAN’T” Cole increases his tone, “I can’t move on, (Y/n). I can’t forget what happened. I can’t forgive myself for what I did to you. I can’t move on. I’ve been waking up every morning with the thought of you. I wonder how you’re doing, if you’re okay, if the paparazzi are bothering you too much, if you have any nightmares at 3am, I can’t get you out of my head, (Y/n). My stomach feels sick everytme I think of someone else doing everything I used to do,”

You don’t know if you heart is fluttering because you’ve finally heard his piece or if it’s breaking because you know you can’t trust him, let alone survive him, a second time.

“You’re my home, (Y/n)” his voice weakens as Cole wipes a tear from his eye.


You flashback to all the sunsets you chased with him and all the sunrise you woke up to, with him by your side. All the premieres he took you to, holding your hand tight making sure you were protected, all the nights he stayed up on the phone with you, all the songs he had sung for you at 3am even though he hated singing, all the Sunday brunches you had with his family, all the love he made you feel.

And then the hurt.

How he dismissed all the rumours about him and Lili which one of the crew member had been telling you. How he made you feel so bad about yourself for not trusting him. How he kissed Lili’s lips knowing how much it would hurt you, break you.

“You were my home too, Cole” you sob,”for a very long time”

“(Y/n), please don’t do this,” he tries to hold your hand but you resist.

“But you can’t be my home anymore” you quickly get up sobbing and rush to leave.

“I’ll wait for you, (Y/n).”

You pause for a second before running abruptly from him again.

It took everything in you not to run back to him and hug him with all the love in the world. It was probably one of the hardest things you had ever had to do. But you know better than to run back to someone who did something you would’ve never even thought of doing, without the slightest care in the world.

Cole is obviously very sorry, you can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. But it’s going to take a lot more than just hollow words to win you back.

Although, right now, you’re not quite sure you want to be ‘won’.


“Blimey!” Tom gasps,”And here I thought the show was dark”

You had just told him about the thing between you, Cole and Lili since he wouldn’t stop pasturing you about it. It has only been few days since he joined the cast but  it’s surprising how much information he has gotten out of you. 

Right now, you’re standing outside your front yard. Tom had dropped you home, much to the dislike of Cole, since the shoot ended quite late today.

“Yeah, whatever” you roll your eyes.

“How are you holding up?”

“I mean, I’m getting used to it”

“Hmmm…okay. Thank you for sharing, I know I-”

You cut him off, “Tell me a fun fact about you,”

Tom goes into a deep thought, “Okay, here’s a fun fact about me, I can dance”

He immediately makes himself comfortable in the middle of the street and starts twirling like a ballerina.

You burst into loud giggles, “Tom! Stop that, my neighbours will see you, you mad person!”

Mama raised a bad boy. He starts singing like he’s in some kind of musical,

Do you hear me I’m talking to you, across the water..” he grins and offers his hand FOR A DANCE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AT 11PM.

“No way, I’m not-“ your attempt to avoid dancing with Tom is dismissed as he immediately takes hold of your hand, all the while, calmly singing, “..Under the open sky, oh my, baby I’m trying”

Tom, being the perfect facade of a hopeless romantic, twirls you around and around and makes you dance around the entire neighbourhood.

You’re no dancer. You don’t even think that that would qualify as dancing but you had the time of your life laughing and trying to run away , and failing each time, and dancing horrendously with Tom.

By the time you reach your front yard again, after all the dancing, you’re panting like hell! Clearly out of breath and terribly exhausted.

“How are you,” you pant,”still so active?”

“I’m Spiderman, darling, I have a lot of stamina,”

“You’re really annoying,” you blurt,” but that was really fun”

“Ah, you’ll get used to it. Anyways, I’ll get going now.” He moves forward for a hug but you resist, “No! don’t hug me, I’m sweaty.”

“Trust me, you’ve smelt worse” he pulls you in for quick hug.

You hit arm,” Can you be a little less annoying, Mr Quackson?”

“Only if you weren’t so beautiful even with all the sweat dripping down your face at 11pm” he answers while getting into his car.

You roll your eyes. “Quackson.

You get into your house with the tiniest of the tiniest butterflies in your tummy. You haven’t felt that in a long time. And you’re not sure if that’s because he called you beautiful or because you have a kissing scene with him tomorrow.



A/N : I’m just going to ask the question you’ve been dreading - Team Cole or Team Tom?


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Before It’s Too Late (part 9)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just look at the gif.

A/N: My tia and tio want to take me to New York for my 18th birthday and I’m like woaahhhh. I’ve only ever been to Las Vegas, California, New Mexico and Texas and I only drove to those places and I’m like freaking outttttt.

The drive home was quiet, the only noise was coming from the radio playing some recent song. You didn’t even glance at Bucky once, just stared out the window until you got home.

The next morning you woke up before Bucky and went down to the kitchen where your mother was making coffee.

“Want a cup?” she questioned.

“Yes please.”

You sit down and watch your mother pour the coffee into two cups. She sits next to you and takes a sip of hers.

“So,” she spoke softly. “How was Tony’s New Year’s party?”

“It was fun.” you nod. “Had a blast.”

“Uh huh. What happened?” her eyebrow quirked up and you look at her questioningly.

“How do you know something happened?”

She scoffed. “I’m your mother. I know everything.” she responds. “So tell me what happened.”

You let out a sigh, taking a large drink of your coffee. “Bucky kissed me last night.”

Your mother nearly spit out her coffee. “What?!”

Your eyes widen and you shove her shoulder. “Will you be quiet?!”

“Sorry, sorry.” she whispered. “So he kissed you?”

You nod. “I turned to tell him happy New Year and he kissed me.”

“What happened after that?”


You watch as your mothers’ eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean ‘nothing’?”

“I mean nothing.” you shrug. “After we kissed Natasha came by and pulled me away to do shots with her. We haven’t talked about it.”

Your mother shook her head. “You need to talk to him.”

You frown. “I know. I’m just scared that-”

You stop talking when Bucky enters the kitchen. He rubs his eyes like a child would before looking at you and your mother.

“Oh, hey.” he says.

“Morning Bucky.” your mother smiles then turns to you. “Well I should bring your dad some Advil. He was doing the worm last night.”

You nod and watch your mother leave the kitchen before turning to Bucky. “You hungry?”


You flash him a small smile and stand up. “I’ll make you some pancakes.”

You make your way around the counter when Bucky says your name, causing you to turn to him.

“How about we go to IHop?”

You watch as Bucky shoves a forkful of pancakes in his mouth while you took small sips of the hot chocolate in your hand. Bucky looks at you and smiles and you do the same before clearing your throat and speaking.

“We need to talk.”

He was hoping there wasn’t going to be a talk. Bucky quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and drank his apple juice.

“Uh… right, yeah.” he cleared his throat. “About last night-”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“Ripping the bandage off, huh?” he chuckled. You folded your arms across your chest and he licked his lips. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Why did you kiss me?” you repeat.

Bucky exhaled. “I didn’t mean to. I had too much to drink and it was in the heat of the moment.”

“So it wasn’t on purpose?”

Bucky shook his head. “No.”

You wished he had said yes. Even though you knew it was fucked up, you wished he said yes.

“Can we just… forget that ever happened?” he pulled you back to reality. “I just… it was a mistake. I would’ve never done it sober, I wouldn’t hurt Kristen like that I-”

“It’s forgotten.” you cut him off. You weren’t going to sit there and listen to him tell you that it was a mistake – that you were a mistake and how he would never hurt Kristen and Kristen this and Kristen that and Kristen, Kristen, Kristen. “Don’t worry. I know how much you like Kristen, my lips are sealed.”

Bucky smiled. “Thank you so much, Y/N.”

“Yeah…” you return the smile although it didn’t reach your eyes. “No problem.”

Christmas break soon came to an end which meant going back to the campus, in the warmth of your apartment. Upon getting home, Wanda and Natasha bombarded you with questions and Natasha didn’t fail to remind you that you had to tell Bucky how you feel otherwise she’d take matters into her owns hands.

It had been two days since you got back and you were on your way home from the campus when Bucky caught up to you in the hallway.

“Hey, wait up.” he grunted out. You stop walking and turn around, seeing Bucky jog over to you.

“Hey sorry, I didn’t hear you.” you apologize.

“It’s cool.” he shrugged as the two of you start walking again. “It’s good to be back.”

“Right? I didn’t know how much I missed the apartment until I got home.” you chuckle.

“Yeah, I stayed in bed for the rest of the day.” he says. “I saw Kristen yesterday and gosh. I missed her so much. I spent the entire day clinging to her. She’s just so… so… perfect.” you look up at him, seeing a big smile on his face and frown. Natasha’s words echo through your head.

You can’t keep your feelings all bottled up.

Stop hurting yourself like this.

You need to tell him how you feel.

“Bucky,” your mouth spews out before your brain could even process what was about to happen.

The two of you had reached your apartment door and stopped walking.

“Yeah?” he turned to you.

It was now or never. You had to do it, you just had to. You couldn’t keep everything bottled up anymore. You were just hurting yourself more and he deserved to know. Sure nothing may happen when you do and sure you may be putting your friendship on the line but little by little it was hurting you to be around Bucky.

“We need to talk. About everything.”

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “I mean everything. The times you’ve almost kissed me, the time we actually kissed, everything.”

Bucky leaned in close. “I thought we said we were gonna forget that ever happened.”

“Well I don’t want to. Not anymore. We’ve just brushed everything aside and never really talked about anything.”

“Y/N.” he closed his eyes. “Please, let’s not do this. Let’s just forget about-”

“No! We’re not gonna forget about anything until we talk.” you fold your arms across your chest.

“Fine! Fine, let’s talk.” he copies your body movement before gesturing for you to speak.

“Tony’s New Year’s party. Why did you kiss me?” he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “-and don’t give me that ‘I had a lot to drink’ bullshit cause we both know you didn’t drink more than three drinks and you need way more to get drunk.”

Bucky sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know okay. I don’t have a reason for why I kissed you, it just happened. I saw everyone kissing someone and… I don’t know, I saw you and you looked really beautiful and I couldn’t help myself.”

You watch Bucky tuck his hair behind his ears. You didn’t know what to make out of this. Was there a possibility that he liked you? Or was he just like ‘hey, everyone else is kissing so why not’. Your silence made Bucky continue.

“And all those other times I’ve tried kissing you, it was just… you’re really pretty Y/N. There’s no denying that. The first time, when we were laying on your bed I took my time looking at you and I just had the urge to kiss you and I thought you wanted to kiss me too but then you got up and left the room. The second time was Christmas and… I just wanted to kiss you so bad. I don’t even know why. But then Kristen called and I was brought back to reality.”

When you hear Kristen’s name fall from his lips, you take a step back, colliding with your apartment door to put some space between you and Bucky but he takes a step forward. He had to like you, right? He’s talking about how much he wanted to kiss you and his body language right now makes you think that he wants to do it again. You see his eyes flicker down to your lips and he bites down on his bottom lip. He likes you. He’s making it very clear that he likes you. Now was the time. You were going to tell him how you felt.

You smile. “Bucky I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen and I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to tell you. But, I’m in love with you. Nat kept telling me to tell you but I never did. I guess I was scared of rejection and what would happen to our friendship but it’s beginning to get harder and harder to be around you, especially when all you do is talk about Kristen.” you study his facial expression for a few seconds before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, Kristen is a really nice girl, Bucky and maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut about my feelings for you but I can’t go on living my life based on the what-if’s. I’m standing here in front of you, telling you that I’m madly in love with you, risking everything in hopes you feel the same way.”

You didn’t realize your eyes were filled with tears until they fell down your cheeks. “So do you?”

A few seconds passed before Bucky starts laughing, catching you completely off guard. “That was some good acting, Y/N. I didn’t know you were taking theater.”

He thought you were acting. He wasn’t taking any of this seriously.

“I’m not acting, Bucky. I’m being serious. You can ask any of our friends. They all know that I have feelings for you.” you wipe your tears away.

The smile that was on Bucky’s face from laughing slowly disappears. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m in love with you, Bucky! Since we were sixteen! I want to be the one you hold hands with and the one you kiss. I want to go on dates with you and call you mine. I want to do cute things that couples do. I just want to be with you. You make me happy.” you reach up and place your hand on his arm softly. “Please tell me you feel the same way.”

The two of you stare at each other and it looks like he’s going to kiss you until he scowls at you and yanks his arm out of your grasp as he takes a step away from you. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped and you gasp, hearing the hostility in his voice. “Why would you tell me all this when you know I’m in a relationship with Kristen? You know how much I like her, why would you – what did you think was going to happen? That I was going to be like ‘oh I love you too’ and drop Kristen to be with you?”

You start crying again but this doesn’t stop Bucky.

“I don’t know why the hell you’d tell me this now. You had five years to do it and you wait till I’m in a relationship with a girl that I really like to tell me. I was happy, Y/N. And then you go and throw this shit on me and-” he stops speaking and just sighs.

“Bucky,” you whimper. “I’m sorry, I know what it looks like but I promise you my intentions were to only tell you how I felt. I couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore.” he doesn’t look at you and you touch his arm only to have him move. “Bucky please. Let’s just talk, don’t-”

“I can’t do this with you, Y/N.” he says, stepping back.

“Buck.” you sob.

He looks at you, heart clenching at the sight of you crying and guilt filling him. But he doesn’t move from his spot. He opens his mouth to say something when the elevator dings. Bucky turns his head to see who’s there while you cover your face with your hands, crying.

Kristen. It was Kristen who got off the elevator. She sees you crying and a look of concern washed over her face. “Is everything okay?”

You remove your hands and look at Bucky. The handsome brunette turns and looks at you before nodding. “Everything’s fine. Let’s go.”

You watch him walk over to Kristen, placing his hand on the small of her back as he guided her into his apartment. He glances at you once more before shutting his door.

You let out a loud sob, being unable to contain it before you rush into your apartment. You lock your door and throw yourself on your bed, drowning your cries and sobs and tears into your pillow.

A/N: This took me 5ever to write. I hope ya guys enjoyed this part, tell me what ya think!


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Seventeen Reaction: Your Guy Best Friend Buys You Whatever You Want

“SVT Reaction to Your Guy Best friend Buying U whatever you want” -Anon

A/N: This is one of my first times doing reactions so I apologize if it is not the best! -Admin Sara


  • “Let me buy you something.”
  • “Who is this guy?”
  • Pouts the whole time cause this bean just wants to buy cute stuff for you but when he starts buying you everything what is left for him to get you.
  • Is a bit afraid you’ll stop telling him what you want and around Christmas and birthdays he’ll have to guess what you want.
  • Just wants to provide. 

Originally posted by scoupstv


  • He’s happy he isn’t spending money
  • Is a bit sad still cause he wants to buy you cute things
  • Pressed?
  • “Oh, we need milk, get your best friend to buy it for you”
  • Is okay with it yet not so it confuses you SO much.

Originally posted by eggyyoon


  • How sweet of him
  • “Oh my gosh he bought you that outfit, its really cute”
  • “Sorry I couldn’t be there to buy it”
  • Pouts
  • “I’ll buy you a whole new closet next time we go shopping!”

Originally posted by jisooosgf


  • I didn’t come here to date you and your best friend
  • “Why is he buying you all this stuff. I wanted to pay for that!”
  • I… wanted? to pay for that
  • “Why am I even mad, like I don’t understand.”
  • “Thank you for buying that?”

Originally posted by mvnghaos


  • “Lets go shopping now, I have to buy stuff before him”
  • Makes you give him a list of things you want so if your friend buys them he still has back ups to get you
  • This babe likes buying you random gifts so it sort of rains on his parade.
  • “Oh… he bought you one… okay.” Hides the exact thing he just bought you as your surprise gift behind his back
  • “I have to go to the store again”
  • :( ½

Originally posted by amemericans


  • Tries not to let you go shopping with the guy but somehow even if you don’t you still have new stuff.
  • “Why are there boxes of shoes at the door? I thought you didn’t go out today”
  • “Oh. I see.”
  • “Can’t you just tell him I want to buy you presents too? It isn’t fair if he is buying everything before I can.”

Originally posted by seoten


  • “Why are gifts just appearing in this houSE?”
  • “Where are you even getting all of this stuff?”
  • How does he even have money anymore, he bought you like 200 things in one day.
  • Drags you to the store, even if he got out of practice at 3AM and the only store open just sells gum. You’re going.
  • “I don’t care if you’re tired. I’m tired of not being able to buy you as much stuff and it makes me feel bad. Now gET UP.”

Originally posted by cheolshu


  • “He’s buying you stuff? Cute.”
  • “What’d you get today?” :|
  • “N-no I am happy he is buying you stuff and you’re able to hang out and stuff with him. But… Isn’t he spending a lot of money on you… are you sure that is okay? Like he has enough money to do that?”
  • ?
  • Is more worried about your friends spending habits than trying to buy you anything
  • Doesn’t want your friend to feel left out of the gift circle
  • Buys your friend random gifts in return so he at least gets something other than pure friendship back.

Originally posted by pledisseventeen


  • “I mean you can still hang out with him, I don’t really care… I just don’t like him.”
  • Tries to buy you more stuff 
  • “Oh that’s what he got you… well I got you THIS.”
  • “Yeah well, you’re the one dating me.”
  • You’re dating me.
  • Tries to ask your friend to stop buying you so much stuff but then gets caught and you think hes jealous.
  • “You’re dating me. How could I be jealous?”

Originally posted by visual-17


  • Sees you getting everything you want made him just a bit upset because he enjoys buying you things
  • Starts trying to find unique things that you didn’t even know you wanted
  • “Yeah, he may have bought you like 3 pairs of shoes today but the bracelet I got you… Yeah. I picked out everything.”
  • Acts really cool and proud about all the stuff he finds.

Originally posted by minghaeo


  • Made your best friend mad accidentally? when he first asked him to stop because he called it clutter. 
  • Sees how much he buys you now and gets mad but just keeps joking about it.
  • “Can he buy me stuff?”
  • “My best friend who?”
  • “No seriously though Y/N, it could work I have a plan.”

Originally posted by mvpgyu


  • Not really upset, but also not fine with it either
  • Tries to buy you a bunch of stuff while out with you
  • Makes a list of stuff you want so he doesn’t forget and makes you promise not to tell your friend about the stuff so he can at least try and buy it first
  • “Ya know, just tell him I really want this album.”
  • The album shows up the next day and hes like… what??
  • Is he really buying me stuff too? He has that kind of money? I should probably get to know him so that way I can repay him one day…
  • All of us are friends now.
  • “Three musketeers”

Originally posted by pledisseventeen


  • Didn’t really mind at first and was like, okay, yeah I’m cool with it as long as we can coordinate so we don’t get the same things again.
  • Started caring more once your friend said something he didn’t like and then they stopped coordinating
  • Got really sad because three weeks before Christmas he went to this place to get you this necklace you said you wanted and waiting 2 hours in a long line only to find out he was in the wrong one. Then go to another line for another hour just to buy it and find out that your friend got you the same one AND gave it you early.
  • You have to tell your friend to stop buying you so much and to start only buying maybe once every few months because this babe isn’t going to tell you that it bothers him because he knows that when you get gifts it makes you happy and that is all he wants.
  • :( ½

Originally posted by minqhyuk



You remember what they used to say to you when you grew up? That sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me, whoever came up with that can suck it. You always thought they were wrong, they were just idiots up in a small office trying to create bumper stickers, so tell me, why is it the only things that actually hurt are the words.

When you were younger, you were constantly bullied, yah the sticks and stones hurt, but the scars were left by the words. The pain started to tear you apart from the inside, each word on repeat in your head.





Telling those around you is like personally committed yourself to the loony bin, signing the paper and walking in to say, hey go ahead tell me what I already know, that I’m depressed. The worst feeling was hiding everything from your best friend Peter, he told you almost everything, you had craved to tell him you were breaking. That the world seemed to crumble around you, nothing was okay, that you needed help.

In your mind, you always told yourself, you don’t deserve the help, and you deserve the depression handed to you. So, in the pain you hand inside, you resorted to putting it on the outside, to feel almost anything but what you were feeling on the inside. Scars marked up your body, hidden in places only you could see them, but you felt whole with them there.

When scars would fade you felt empty, you felt like you weren’t you, that you needed to make new ones to make up for the pain or lack thereof. Peter had started to suspect something, but he never said anything, thinking you were just switching up style.

In all truth, you added more and more clothes to hide the scars gaping on your arms, you may have been proud of them, but society, nor Peter, needed to know that.

You stopped to look in the mirror, looking at yourself, you had hair that looked like a straight mess, and your eyes had deep under bags. Your clothes were large and hanging due to the lack of eating, you turned back around, deciding if it was to be your last day, you wanted to make everyone smile.

Once you changed, you looked in the mirror once more, you wore a white sundress that was tight at the waist but flared at the hips. There were flowers spread all over the dress, each flower decorated with intricate details, it was beautiful, it didn’t look like you, but then again that’s what you were going for.

Slipping on your light pink heels, and grabbing your backpack, you started to walk down the usual road, the road that was inevitably busy, cars honking and people screaming at each other. You noticed that people kept staring at you, locking their eyes on you until you kept walking, you smiled at all of them, and they smiled back.

The school wasn’t very close, it was around 10 blocks away, you didn’t really have time to walk but you wanted to burn off a few calories, so walking you went. You dug through your large baby blue backpack, pulling out a pair of black headphones, you placed them in ear and started to listen to your favorite music.

For some unknown reason, you felt your body ache, your bones crying out to stop moving, but you kept moving, ignoring the consistent howls of your bones. “Hey, Y/N, thought you would’ve drove today, there is a storm roaring in.”

You jumped when the voice came out of nowhere, but you looked up to see Peter calling out to you from his window. A brown curly mop sat on Peter’s head, most of his hair out of place or a mess, he wore a tight white shirt with something about chemistry placed on it. “Wait up! I’m headed down!”

The sky looked as if it was split in half, one half painted with blue and white, the clouds dancing in the series of blue, but the other half turned grey, black clouds radiating with lighting as it sparked a light silver.

“You look.. Uh.. beau- beautiful.” Peter now stood next to you, you noticed the rest of his outfit, the atom shirt and a pair of brown pants with black vans. “You live far from the school, why do you uh-”

“Walk?” Peter nodded, he was always so awkward, it didn’t matter how close you were to him, he was always just an awkward person. “So.. Uh…”

Peter was acting very different today, he was acting more awkward, walking closer to you than before. “Today, after school… uh… would you like… to uh hang out?”

You were almost shocked at Peter’s question, for once in his life he didn’t have the stark interrelationship, and he wanted to spend the day with you? “What about ned? He was excited to get the lego death star, you should go help him with that.”

“I was hoping you… uh… wouldn’t make me ask you this…” You nodded at him as you carried on walking, Peter was rubbing his hands together, running his hands through his hair, “I was wondering.. Uh.. if you wanted to build the death star with me, or even just hang out.”

You stopped walking, Peter carried on for a minute but then he stopped, waiting to see how you felt or your reaction, “Ummmm. I’m sorry Pete, I have plans tonight.”

Peter’s head dropped, you instantly felt terrible about not being able to hang out with him, but you had your priorities straight. You saw the school in front of you, there were students filling the school, each one talking to someone or smiling happily.

Inside your mind, played the words of your childhood, on repeat once again. You tried to drown them out, you didn’t want to hear anything, you didn’t want to think about the words, the people behind the words.





Peter looked at you, you weren’t speaking, but you were only standing there in silence, he tapped your shoulder and you shook back to reality, “Hey, you okay?”

You nodded your head quickly, putting on a fake smile as you walked behind him. “Yah sorry, I was thinking about whether we had a quiz or not.” Peter nodded as you walked behind him, “did you sleep last night? You look like you didn’t”

“Couldn’t fall asleep. But that’s okay.” you smiled at him happily and walked into the school. You noticed the instant attention you got, boys were staring more than usual, girls looked at you and only smirked or they looked at you like they were pissed.

Peter smiled at you once more then walked away, leaving you alone in the hallway, “oh wow, look at you.. You look hot!”

Flash Thompson. You rolled your eyes quickly, but realized being nice to everyone was now your main goal of the day, “Hi, Flash.”

He smiled at you as you turned around, looking you up and down, “you look different. More.. Alive..”

“Oh thank you,Flash.” You could tell there was a bit of sarcasm in his voice, so you threw some back at him, “You keep dressing like this, and you might take Liz’s spot as top hot girl.” You kept your smile on your face, “I ought to get to glass. Bye Flash.”

Flash watched as you walked away, you could only feel disgusted as he looked you up and down, you kept walking forwards, going to your locker, but then you heard Liz’s voice call out to you from down the hallway.

“Y/N! You look so pretty.” You frowned quickly, but pushed the door close as you waited for her to walk up to you, “Oh my gosh. This is so different from the sweatpants and t-shirts.”

“Yeah, decided I needed a little bit of a change.” Liz’s smile faded away, it was almost like you flipped a switch, going from resident nice girl to instant mean girl. “Too bad you are still the same ugly nerd.”

Shock washed over your face, “woah, what did I do?!” Liz licked her lips, anger now spread on her personality, “I saw you flirting with Peter. He is mine. Back off.”

You had feelings for Peter, yeah, but you never pursued them, knowing he wouldn’t feel the same way as you.”Okay…”

Liz put the smile back on her face, “ you may look like a good girl, but you are the worst of us all.” You stated to Liz before walking away, “stop.”

Liz spoke up lightly, you stopped in your tracks, she walked up behind you, “ may be a mean girl, but you are still the same obedient dog you were in 4th grade.”

Students in the school started to notice almost instantly, they surrounded you and Liz, your books resting in your hands. Liz circled you, looking at some of the people in the crowd, almost getting a high off of the crowd.

“Do you remember all those words I planted into your head? The ones I made you repeat everyday?” You nodded, feeling the tears well up in your eyes, but you only swallowed them, ignoring the urge to cry.

“Say them.” You looked towards her, some of the people in the crowd wanted to help you, some started to laugh at what she was doing, “Ug-”
You spoke under your breathe, she shook her head, “LOUDER!”

“UGLY!” You yelled lightly, the crowd let out a gasp, “what’s the next one?”

“Fat.” You spoke short words, you didn’t want to repeat the words embedded in your head. Liz smiled at you once more, poking at your sides, “Seems like you’ve lost a little of that baby fat..”

Liz got close to you, putting her face close to yours, “What else are you?”

“I’m a whore.” You stated silently, “Louder, little dog!”

“I’m a whore!” You stated louder than before, but you soon felt all the eyes of the school on you, you hoped Peter wasn’t watching, you didn’t want him to see you break.

The bell rang and people started to leave the situation, but you stood there, not wanting to address the situation, you only stood there, not wanting to think about whether Liz would walk away or not.

Liz moved behind you, “and don’t you forget the last one. Bitch.”

They continued to walk away, Liz turning around to see you, “Maybe you can cut that word into your skin.”

You turned on your heels, walking through the empty hallway, looking at the bare lockers. You felt like you were alone, the school may have been filled with shadows, but truly never people.

The wood shop seemed to be the one place you felt okay, so you went there, and luckily there wasn’t a class in the room. You walked over to the table, looking at some of the projects spread on the table, you had decided to finish up a birdhouse, surprising someone who was really far behind.

You started to carve the dovetail joint, using a fine sander to get the joint down to the size you needed it to be. Wooden flakes flew out from the wooden plank, luckily you put on glasses and the flakes didn’t hit you.

Once it was down to the size you wanted it to be, you used a small nail and put it under the hole, you adjusted the color of the house, but before you did, you used a sander to now make it less splintery.

The door of the shop opens, you turn to see Ned Leeds standing there, he looked at what you had in your hands, his own birdhouse. “My birdhouse?”

You nodded at him, “you did pretty awesome.”
Neds walked over to the table, standing next to you, “why are you fixing it?”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

Ned patted your shoulder, “thanks. You wanna help me pick a color?”

You shrugged, “blue and red.” Ned smiled at you, “oh yah, like spiderman!”

You smiled at how nerdy one of your best friends were, he had cared so much about everything, he wanted to be the best at everything and you seemed to cherish that in him. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Ned had started to look at you with confusion on his face, but you only went back to painting the house, hoping the blue and reds would soothe your mind. “Why did you allow her to treat you that way?”

Ned was talking about earlier, Liz confronting you in the hallway about Peter, “she isn’t worth my time. In 10 years she isn’t going to matter anyway.” Ned shrugged, realizing you might actually be right. “I’m happy you didn’t let her get to you. She isn’t worth it.”

You could feel the tension in the air, Ned didn’t really want to push into your life, he knew you but not enough to ask you really personal questions, “You look different today.”

A smile came onto your face, looking back up at Ned, feeling a sense of happiness, “you wanna try this?”

You handed Ned the paint brush, he took it happily and started to paint with a dark blue color, “You are really cheery today.”

“I have no reason not to be.”

Those were the last words you spoke to almost everyone, after the wood shop, you had decided being quiet and avoiding the Liz situation, hoping the next person you talk to wouldn’t mention what had happened this morning. But you consistently kept a smile on your face,hoping to hide the pain behind a smile.

It was almost the end of the last class, you saw Peter walk in late, he apologized to the teacher, looking at him with an apologetic puppy dog face. Peter had two options for a seat, one next to Liz, who only took the class as a extra credit.

He noticed his two options, and almost instantly walked over to you, you could notice the jealous look of Liz, she was burning holes into your brain. Peter sat down next to you, smiling happily, he tousled his hair with his hands, looking at you as he did.

“You know. The Death Star isn’t going to built itself tonight.” He leaned over whispering to you, you turned towards him, whispering back at him lightly, “you are right. It took Vader 20 years to build the first death star.”

Peter smiled at you, you turned back towards the front, but Peter wasn’t done talking to you, he tapped your shoulder lightly, you turned back one more time. He handed you a small black box that sparkled black. You took it from his hand, accepting the tiny box, “What is this?”

“A small gift before your birthday.” You had realized your birthday was like two days away, you smiled and opened the gift he gave you, it was a silver ring that had black letters engraved on it, they stated, “I know.”

“What Leia said to Han, you smiled and put it on your middle finger, Peter put his hand up, showing the same ring, but instead his said, i love you.

The bell rang, you started to pack up your stuff, before you did, you walked around the side of your desk, wrapping your arms around Peter. You may have had a bad day, but every time you saw him or even thought of him, a smile came upon your face.

You moved your hair behind your ear, Peter stood there, he looked at you one more time, “Death star building is still on the table.”

“Build it and send me a photo.” Peter put his hand through his hair, that seemed to be the one thing he did consistently. You walked out of the class room, hoping to avoid Liz, knowing she saw what happened between you and Peter. As quickly as you could, you made your way to your locker and got out of there before anything could happen.

You walked down the street, when you saw people they would stare at you until they couldn’t twist their neck back anymore. With all this attention, you had almost felt violated. A deep sense to cover up your body arises in you, but you had no real way to cover up, you only wore the dress and that was it.

You reached your house, once you were inside you tore the heels from your feet and set them down on the floor. After a semi normal day at school, you walked out of the living room and went into your bathroom. You kept repeating to yourself, “Today. Today.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you hadn’t cried yet but your cheeks were puffy, mostly under your eyes, red lines appeared around your eyes as you didn’t know how to feel. You moved the mirror, grabbing a bottle of pills from the cabinet behind the mirror.

There were plenty of places where you felt comfortable, but the one on the roof seemed to be the best place for you. You crawled out onto the fire escape, looking up, you had a few more flights of staircases to go before you reached the roof, so you continued to walk upwards.

You only had on the white dress but you kept on upwards, you found your small section on the roof, you had set up a large white canopy, a futon underneath it and a mosquito net surrounding the area. You pulled away the mosquito net, walking into your little den.

While sitting down, you looked at the bottle of pills sitting in your hands, you twisted the top off, putting some of the white pills in your hand, you saw the silver ring through the pills the matte seemed to show off the glimmering ring. Maybe that was supposed to be your one sign of hope, your one sign to stop now.

You looked at the ring once more, flashes of Peter started in your mind, his dark brown hair, lighter brown eyes, his awkward demeanor, everything about him made you smile, whether it was how nerdy he was or how he cared about everyone else.

The bottle only sat there in your hand, you pulled out a water bottle taking 8 pills at first, then you downed 8 more, making a total of 16 pills in your system, you had felt comfortable with it, knowing that it would go slowly, with no pain, just drifting into a deep sleep.

You laid back on the futon, looking at the ring on your finger, “I know.” was engraved perfectly on the ring, the black lettering sticking out to you. The ring started to aggravate you, the constant reminder of the pain you were to take off yourself but inflict on someone else.

In one swift moment you started to take off your ring, holding it in your hand, staring at it with tears bubbling in your eyes.

You started to chant the words, “Ugly. Fat. Whore. Bitch.”

As you spoke those words, your vision blurred, everything becoming spotty, you felt everything become limp each part of you no longer feeling alive, but feeling painless, soothing.

With the ring tightly squeezed in your hand, you closed your eyes for what you had hoped to be the last time.


You eyes were closed, you didn’t feel anything besides the needle protruding from your arm, everything in your body couldn’t move, you were almost in a really bad comatose state, you could feel everything but you couldn’t see or move.
You heard an unfamiliar voice next to you, she was talking about something, you didn’t know what yet, but you started to listen in closely. “Hello, Peter Parker, you are the next contact on Miss -”

There was a pause as you heard the fumbling of paper, “Miss Y/N Y/L/N, she had been found in a near death state, she had to be resuscitated upon the scene, but currently Y/N is in a comatose state and we are waiting upon response from the parents, but the patient had you as number 3 in emergency contacts. So if you could please get back to us.”

There was a click and then the nurse was at your bedside, she put two fingers on you, she was checking your heart rate. “Honey, if you are in there, you have more to live for, you can fight.”

Your parents hadn’t answered the call of the hospital, they honestly were still at work and wouldn’t answer to unknown numbers or callers they wouldn’t recognize. Peter had obviously been with Ned, and he didn’t hear the phone ring, instead he was complaining that you weren’t there with them.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom really quick,” Ned nodded as Peter stood up and walked out of his room and into the bathroom, as he did that Peter’s phone went off, but he didn’t feel like answering it was his right as a friend, plus it was an unknown number. He only sat there, listening to the star wars ringtone that Peter had set, he titled his head up and down, almost perfectly to the beat.

Peter walked back in, watching Ned nod to nothing as the call went to voicemail, he laughed at his friend, Ned kept going but started a conversation with Peter, “what did Y/N think of her ring?”

“She was speechless, didn’t know how to react.” Ned smiled, happy to think of his friend going out with his crush. “You got a call by the way.”

Peter picked up his phone from the ground, looking at 1 missed call and a voicemail, he pressed play on the voicemail. His heart plummeted to the ground as he heard the news, he was unable to think or even process what he had just heard. “Ned, we have to go.”

Ned started to question Peter, “Pete what’s going on?”

Peter couldn’t stop moving, he was running around his room, looking for things like a madman, “Pete, tell me whats going on!”

The screams of Ned only echoed in Peter’s head, but they were consistent questioning what was going on, after while, Peter got tired of Ned’s constant nagging, “I didn’t do my job! Okay! I didn’t make her feel loved or happy! I DIDN’T PROTECT HER!”

Ned sat in silence, shocked at what he had just heard. “Who, Peter? Liz?”

He shook his head, a glimmer of the ring on his finger, he looked down at it, “she tried to kill herself.”

Ned only sat there, hoping that he would soon explain who he was talking about, he followed Peter’s eyes to see the ring, in horror he looked down, that’s why she was so different today.

“I have to go.” Peter pushed the door open, striping down to his spidey suit knowing he would get there faster, “meet me there Ned.” Peter swung out of the window, his web flying to a building and sticking on the side, he kept repeating the same moves, going through the cities at high speed.

The hospital was now in his sight, he swung to the top of the roof, and started to put on different clothes he had in a spare bag, once he was done, he put the black hood over his head and found the door to exit the roof, he started to go down the stairs as quick as he could.

He had to get to you, fear of not making it set on his mind. “Please Y/N… just hold on.”

Peter made it to the front desk, he was completely out of breath, his heart racing, but not from running, “Y/N - Y/L/N-N please-se”

The nurse noticed Peter’s ragged condition and tried to calm him down, “Son, please take a breath, you are okay.”

“I’m okay. But why do you think i’m here. Someone i know isn’t okay!” Peter had almost a short temper with the young lady, she looked on her computer, “room 108, first floor.”

He nodded and started to run in a random direction, not really knowing where he was going, the nurse called out to him, “the other way sir!”

Peter turned on his heels, going back the other direction in hopes of finding you. He kept running down the hallway, moving out of the way of those around him, trying to twist and turn. He then passed room 108, skidding to a stop, the curtain was pulled open and you were alone.

A series of tubs were connected to you, one in your mouth, providing oxygen, the other one taped up your nose, your eyes closed and hair in a messy pony tail. He slowly walked in, he was hoping you would sit up and tell him everything would be okay, but it was the opposite, he would be the one telling you it’s okay.

They placed you in a blue, thin, hospital gown, a white sheet covering you as if it was a blanket. Peter could only stare in pain, you were his best friend, smiling and happy, but now, you were lying in bed, unable to move or even speak. He placed his hand on yours, he looked for the ring but it was nowhere to be found, your hand felt so cold to him, nothing but ice.

“We found this in her hand.” Peter heard a familiar voice behind him, he turned to see a nurse, she held a tiny ziplock bag with the ring in it, he took it. Holding it as the tears came streaming down his face.

Peter put the ring on your finger, he kept looking at your face for reactions, maybe your eyes moving and the chance of you waking up. Peter held your hand, he was almost unable to feel anything, “You can’t do this.”

A tear dropped on your arm, in that moment Peter realized he was fully crying, that every sob and every fiber of his being ached for you to be holding him right now. “You mean so much to me, you mean the world to me!”

“I need you!” He yelled loudly, the tears breaking down his cheeks, “I still want you!”

He had no real way to feel, he was so angry at you for not telling him him how you felt, but he was so broken up that you had to go through this alone. “I can’t lose you..”

“I can’t watch as you lay here, I know you are in there, please fight.” He moved a piece of your hair behind your ear, “You’ve always told me, if you love someone be straight with them. It’s time for me to come straight.”

Peter kept your hand in his, he played with the ring on your finger, stating his words silently. “My heart races every time I see you, everything becomes right with the world, my smirk instantly turns into a smile. You make me, me. I love you, Y/N.”

You could barely hear his voice, but you knew he was there, you started to try and speak, only to be greeted with nothing again. “I swear to protect you the right way this time Y/N, I promise to love you for all your flaws, all your hopes, your dreams, I swear to love you for everything and anything you are. “

“……I….Know..” An inaudible voice comes out of you, but Peter heard it, you could feel a deep rooted pain in your stomach, but you spoke through it all, “I… Love you too.”

“I promise to protect you, to protect you from yourself, from your depression. I swear to love you all my life.” Peter hadn’t been able to hear you trying to talk to him, instead he kept holding your hand, hoping you would soon hold his back.

The pain started to get worse, a terrible dragging in your left side, you started to have your breathing hitch, unable to breath in and out, but instead a deep coughing. The monitor next to you started to let out a loud beeping noise, Peter looked up and then down at you, you were shaking uncontrollably. “NURSE PLEASE HELP ME!”

The staff ran into the room, seeing you on the bed, they rushed to you, holding your arms down, the doctor looked confused at first, but then soon realized what it was. “She is choking on her own blood!”

The tube in your mouth started to turn red, the blood traveling up your throat as you choked on your own blood. That’s when Peter felt it, you gripped your hand around his, he stood there, blank.

He watched in horror as the person who meant the world to him slowly died, your heart started to go incredibly fast, but your blood pressure dropped. Your heart was trying to regenerate the blood, but your own body was killing itself.

The doctor placed a tube in your throat, trying to allow you to breathe, but blood shot up that tube as well. “Stay with me Y/N.”

You pushed your eyes open quickly, forcing yourself to look at Peter, you reached up, pulling whatever restricted you from talking out, “ I love you Peter Parker.”

As you spoke those words, Peter pulled your face into his, kissing your lips lightly, but he soon realized that you would be gone. You closed your eyes once more, your heart rate dropped, the flatline echoing in the room.

The doctors tried multiple times, but they still couldn’t bring you back. The same Clear and charge, repeat, but Peter stayed still, looking at your blood stained lips, “time of death, 5:04, April 9.”

The doctor’s and nurses left Peter alone in the room, only watching as he would sit still, holding your cold hands, after a certain amount of hours he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to see Tony Stark standing there, his eyes welled up with tears, just as Peter’s were, “It’s time to go.”

Peter didn’t move, but he watched as a nurse removed the blanket from you body, he then noticed them, 4 words carved into your legs, each one a deep pink scar.

“Ugly. Fat. Whore. Bitch.” There were two on each leg, Peter shook his head, that wasn’t her. He stormed out of the room, picking up a sharpie from the desk of the nurse, he walked up to her scars changing the words written on your skin.

“Beautiful, genuine, caring, intelligent.” Stark read the words, feeling bad as he watched Peter, “those words shouldn’t have been the last thing on her mind.”

nieladasdenani  asked:

Hi! I love your stories. So much. And I was just thinking, if you find the inspiration and when you have time, maybe you could write more Drunk!Kara? Because is so precious and adorable and hilarious and also sweet. Maybe it could be that some alien's defense mechanism works like a sort of drug on her and the effects are a lot like she's drunk? Extra points if it Supercorp but feat. Alex, Maggie, and whomever you'd like :) oh, Cat! Cat too. Pretty please

i send you the sun ~3500 AO3

“And what did you say was wrong with her?”

Kara frowns. Leans forward and tries to wiggle her shoulders between the two seats. The seats groan and then there’s a hand pushing her back, “ease up Kara. She’s older.”

Well, that’s stupid. “It’s a car.”

Alex chances a quick look back at her, warm brown eyes worried. “The alien released chemicals that are-”

“They make her drunk?” Maggie interrupts bluntly.

“Toxic,” Alex finishes, eyeing Maggie before dipping her head and, “but yeah. That works.”

Which is ridiculous. She’s not- she scratches at her arm, looks out the window and the nice sky and bright stars and lights and- what was she? She’s not drunk.

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anonymous asked:

Hi lovely! If you're taking requests, would you mind doing a Spider-Man fic where Peter gets really sick at school and for some reason aunt may can't come so tony comes to take him back to the tower and takes care of him?? Thank you so much!!

(Combined because of similarity!! and also wanted to play with different ideas bc lets be real a lot of my spiderman stuff are repetitive!! And also emeto warning later in the fic!)

There’s nothing Aunt May hates more than leaving Peter.

She’s a tough lady, Peter knows this, and she will never admit this, but Aunt May is afraid of leaving him. Peter doesn’t blame her.

She has dealt with loss far too many times. A person with that kind of a heart does not deserve that turmoil. She’s a beautiful woman, and Peter admires her, and he will do anything to keep her happy. He tries to be safe for her, although duty calls, but in the hardest of battles he thinks of her to stay alive.

So when Aunt May was called to do an important business trip down in LA, she was frantic. She had spent the past weeks trying to figure out where Peter should stay, what foods she should leave behind, running over everything with Peter, how much money she should leave, and so on and so forth. Peter admired how much she cared, but all of this wasn’t necessary.

To top it off, Peter had started to develop a bit of a cold. At the time it had been the slightest of coughs, and a bit of a sniffle here and there, but it was enough to send the poor woman into hysterics.

The only thing that eased her troubled mind in the end was Tony Stark’s offer to keep Peter for the week she was gone. It was only then she was able to relax, knowing Peter was in good hands. She had apologised, softly reminding Peter how he was all she had. Peter understood, he really did. He would keep him safe as much as he could. But crime did not wait. The world just kept going and he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. He wasn’t any better than the bad guys if he did.

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Prince! Seongwoo [Pt 2]

i’m back at it again with that prince seongwoo au because we needa pROPER ENDING for it LMAOO also i edited the milkis logo onto the glass bc it was originally beer but YKNOW THERES NO DRINKING ALLOWED FOR PRINCE SEONGWOO AT LEAST 

Here’s Prince! Seongwoo Pt 1 for all yall who need back story dhfjd

  • the next day 
  • you were just kind of chilling at the library sorting books in their places like ya always do 
  • when you hard a bunch of commotion towards the front of the library, rushing to the front you see the librarian at the back of the crowd equally as confused 
  • “what’s going on?”
  • the librarian started laughing and just kind of shrugged 
  • “i’m not too sure myself! would you like to go to the front and find out what all the commotion is about?”
  • you simply nod your head and start pushing your way to the front 
  • while you were making your way to the front you started noticing that the crowd was basically 90% girls and 10% guys who were just very confused as to what was going on and when you could see the front you wree pretty sure you were ready to just turn around and act like nothing was happening
  • “oh my god he’s actually here”

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In-depth Reflection on Kingsman: The Golden Circle (Spoilers)


After so much waiting, watching new promos and trailers everyday, I watched Kingsman: The Golden Circle today! The sequel to my favorite movie of all time! And BOY, I have so many thoughts. I am going to try to go as in-depth as I can, and as much in order as I can but BEWARE this is nearly a shit post with me pouring all of my feelings into it and will have random points all over the place, but mainly is me trying to process everything, this is A LOT (it’s 3k) and basically a summary of the movie 


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‘Best Friends, Apparently’ Part Six: A Chill Day (Michael M x Reader)

i have survived purely bc of feedback so P l e a s e dont be shy, tell me what u think of my work thank u! 

Word Count: 2521

Warnings: uuhh just swearing i think? 

part one    part two     part three    part four    part five    part seven    part eight 

You woke up in your bed, someone sitting next to you and a much less intense headache compared to the one you had woken up with the previous morning. Typically, upon waking up next to someone, you’d check to see who it was, maybe say good morning.

This morning you just ran to the bathroom. A large cup full of water and two aspirins were sitting on the counter, waiting for you as you finished vomiting, swearing quietly that you’d never touch alcohol ever again.

“You know, Michael was just as scared that you hated him as you were that he hated you,” Jeremy said from the doorway of your bathroom as you sat on the floor, reaching up for the water. You looked up at him, confused, as you took the aspirin. “You, well last night you kept saying how he probably hates you. You were crying about it for like two hours,”

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katie-wants-donut  asked:

#5 sonamy (whether it's classic, Boom or modern you decide) Please. Your stories are amazing 😄

Oh sweet chaos.. 0-0;

Whatever you say…

Prompt (Boom Universe)

“And what if I’m torn!?”

“Oh please! It’s piece of meat!”

Sonic gasps, “IT’S A CHILIDOG! You bag of bones!”

“Ah! You blue jerk!”

“How am I being the jerk? I~ didn’t insult the chilidog.” he gestured to the luxurious food in his hand.

She swiped it away.

He freezes, before diving for it, and then rolling to reveal it. “Nice save!” he complimented himself, before Amy growled and started storming off.

“You’re so immature! First I ask if you’re doing anything tonight, and the next thing I hear, you’re standing me up for a AMERICAN.” she gestures back to the food in his hands. “A freakin’ hotdog.”

“CHILIdog. Geez, you’re as bad as Eggman with identifying different species.” he scratched behind his head.

“Augh.” she rolled her eyes, and started to walk away again.

“Hold on!”

Sonic gripped her arm.


“I wasn’t done defending my friend yet!”

“Well, that friend certainly must mean more to you than your REAL friends!” she put her hands on her hips, leaning forward as she finally had it, stomping her foot one last time to the ground.

“OOHH! I’m so done with your attitude! Why are you so stubborn!? Do you want to go on a date or not!?”

“…D-Date? I thought you said we were hanging out?”

Amy widened her eyes, realizing her folly as she clammed her hands over her mouth.

“D-da-da-whaaat? PFft, boi please.” she leaned against the door frame, looking away. “That’s what the hip and happenings are saying now adays…” she bit her lip and sweated profusesly.

“…Ames?” Sonic raised an eyebrow, holding the chilidog in both hands now.

He waved it in front of her face, as she avoided looking at it too.

“…You can’t lie to the chili…”

“Gr…erk…” she twitched.

“Alright! FINE!” Amy flung it out of her face, screaming as she threw her hands down in front of her. “I WANTED TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU! Is that too much to ask!?”


Sonic watched the chilidog fly into the air, as the two both watched as it soared through the air, letting little chunks of the chili-meat fly off every now and then.

Sonic rushed to save it again. “Nooooo..!” he slid for it.

Dropping to his knees, he caught it, and held it up high. “YES! Two for two!”

“You mean one.”


Amy stood outside the door, and slammed it.

He flinched at the wood against wood, before getting up. “..Wait.. Amy?”

Amy stormed down the dark street, and headed quickly home. “I can’t believe he almost found out! And he STILL cared more about that stupid… dumb chilidog! I mean, I made it for him, but he could have at least been thankful enough and-”

She stopped.

“I… I made it for him.” she looked up, realizing maybe the chilidog was more than just some hunk of meat with sauce on it.

She turned around, before shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “Grahh.. I won’t be the first to look back this time!”

“Good! That means I won’t need to go back!”


Amy was scooped of her feet.


Bolting into her home through her window, the two crashed down as Sonic rolled along the floor, landing face-first on the couch, and getting up.

“Phew. Definitely not my roughest landing.” he leaned up, happy for the soft terrain.

Unnnntil Amy swung a hammer in his face.

“You think you can waltz in here and make up for treating me second to a literal food product!?” she gestured to represent the chilidog.

“Actually, it’s more like…” he hesitated, but then took her arm and gestured it around his stomach. “Here now.” he sweat dropped as he smiled sheepishly up to her.

She looked annoyed.

“You didn’t give me a lot of time to enjoy it!”

“I wanted to hang out with you! Not have you drooling over the chilidog and say goodbye right after I graciously hand-delivered it to you!”

“You wanted to see me?” he looked up, smiling like a kid.

“Well, I… I mean, like anyone else would.” she looked away, growing self-conscious again.

“I~ remember when you first said you wanted a trip in my hammock, thinking it cool. You did the same thing when I said you could, but you refused to get on it with me sitting beside you.”

She turned away, a faint blush on her cheeks. “I hate how all of a sudden, you think you can read me.” she closed her eyes and continued to keep her head away from his peering eyes.

He smirked, “Come on, Ames. What do you mean by all this?” he drooped his eyes slightly.

“…Nothing. Now… get out of my house!” she sounded lazy as she swished her hand to the door.

“…Alright.” Sonic hit his knees with the palm of his hands and got up, dusting himself off and then looking Amy over.

“…You sure are cute though… when you’re mad.” He then started to walk out.

Instantly, Amy reflexed and threw him back towards her face.

“What… what did you just say?” she blinked, shock taking over her.

“I said please don’t hurt me and I swear I’ll never say it again.” Sonic looked terrified, she was holding him by his bandanna.

“No.. what? Augh.” she shook her head, “I mean the other thing…” she looked away and then back, losing her tough-girl attitude, and Sonic could suddenly see she wasn’t as scary as she usually is.

“… em… stop staring and just repeat what you said already!” she yelled out, as he suddenly knew what he needed to do.


He leaned down and lightly held a kiss.

Minutes felt like seconds as he pulled away.

“…I said… I don’t remember.” he looked away, his eyes looking frozen as he realized what he had just done.

“…I’m… I’m thinking there was something in that chilidog.” Sonic tried to excuse his behavior.

“I’ll have to find the recipe again.” Amy pulled him back in for another one.

He flailed a moment, before completely surrendering to the sensation of it.

She pulled back, and he was literally starting to melt down to his knees, leaning completely and letting her lift him by the scruff of his bandanna now. “Woah. Comedy Chimp lied. That freakin’ rocked.” he had drooped eyes, before shaking his head and looking amazed.

“Wait.. did I just..” Amy looked up, and dropped him like a hot potato.

“Whoah!” he fell flat to the ground, before leaning up. “Yeah. I would be freakin’ out too if I kissed me.”

What she didn’t see was his lips trembling.

“I… I .. I have to go!” she ran out the door, slamming it as she heard him getting up.

“H-hey, wait!”

He banged on the door. “Amy! Where will you go!? This is your house!”

She was spread up against the door, her mouth a deep, open frown with her teeth showing, spazzing.

She then realized the logic of his truth and swung open the door. “Oh yeah.” she kicked him out. “You should go!” she then tried to slam the door again.

“Wait-OOOOOWWW!” his foot got jammed by her.

“Oh my gosh! I am SO SORRY!” she opened the door, covering her mouth and looking around, “Uh.. Um… j-just come in.”

He hobbled in one leg, as she set him back on the couch, letting him lift his leg up.

“Ugh! I just- I’m so confused right now!”

“W-why..” he was rubbing his poor foot.

“Because!” she flung ice at his face.

“OOOWWW!” he held it to his eye, letting it slowly drag his face down as he pulled it away. “Geez, are you here to kill me or-?”

“I just hate how you’re making me feel right now!” she threw an apple at him, making him lean back to dodge it and catch it, ‘phewing’ as he did, before looking back at Amy.

She was gone.

“H-huh?” He looked around, “Amy?”

He slowly got up, watching his foot and hopping a few times, over to the kitchen.

Amy was huddled down, gripping her legs, head down.

He examined her for a moment before sitting down next to her, up against the island counter. “…Do you really hate me that much?” he side glanced over to her, lifting his good leg up and leaning forward, against it.

“Cause I sure as heck didn’t mean anything I said.”

She peeked up a little, and when he saw the small opening, smiled and continued, pretending he didn’t see her shift.

“I mean,” he gestured up. “I may get mad at you sometimes, but I would never say I hate you.”

Amy felt bad just then, and lowered her head again.

“Ah!” he freaked out, realizing that was probably bad. “L-look, that… thing …we just did? D-don’t worry about it.” he slowly moved to his knees, trying to comfort her. “I’ll just go now and we’ll pretend the whole thing didn’t happen, alright?”

Right before he was about to leave, she pulled his bandanna towards her again.

“If you leave now… I really will hate you forever.”

He gulped, blinking in his surprise.

“Oooo… k? Now I’m really confused.” He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning closer. “Don’t you want me to leave..?”



She pulled him back into a hug, and kissed him quicker this time, before pushing him away and covering her face, sending him half way across the room.

“WHHHAA!!” he hit his head. “Ughh… if every time that happens, I might need to start wearing a helmet…” his eyes rolled around, before he shook his head to keep them straight again.

She looked away, “Like you even want it to happen again…”

He leaned up, “Woah… what has made you so hateful today!? And… surprisingly… open too..” he touched his lips, still unsure of why he wasn’t, himself, overreacting.

For some reason… he wanted to make her more mad.

He got up, still twitching from the pain in his foot.

“If love’s a battlefield, you certainly give it a new meaning.”

She threw a hammer at him, and he just narrowly dodged it, spinning around before landing on his bad foot.

“AHHHH-ph.” he shut his mouth, closing his jaw and pushing his head down to do so. “Em.” he squinted his eyes a moment, enduring the pain as he looked back at Amy.

She glared at him, then looked away.

“…You.. You can be so violent!”

She threw another hammer, and he happily leaned back, almost all the way down to his lower leg, matrix style, and leaned up again. “Heh, but you’re no match for the fastest thing a-OFFPH!” he struck a pose and waved his finger around, signature grin, before she threw another hammer directly at his face.

“Owkawy. I swee whawt’s gwoinwg won.” he muffled through the hammer, as he tilted his head with it, as if it was permanently stuck there.

He gripped it and tried to rip it off, succeeding and then holding it just in case she threw more. “Ha… You’re fighting how you feel, right?”

She threw another hammer, but he deflected it. Smiling.

“You’re worried I don’t mean it. That I’m gonna somehow play ya and this whole thing will end in our friendship being ruined forever, is that it?”

She narrowed her eyes more, but this time, her frown was a sorrowful one.

“Well. I think you doubt me too much!”

“What are you saying!?” she finally blurted out, getting up and staring at him.

“I don’t want to be deceived!”

“Deceived?! Oh, is that who you think I am?!” Sonic looked angry, walking towards her and pointing a hammer accusingly at her.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to face defeat! Be rejected in front of the only girl I’ve actually cared about on this level.”

“Level!? So what, I’m a game to you!?” Amy stepped forward.

“With all the hammer’s you’ve thrown at my face, and my injured big toe, I would say YES. You’re probably the hardest boss I’ve ever had to face. Because I can’t face you. You’re unfaceable!”

“How so!?”




“Waiting to be fed!? Ugh, you’re so-!” she leaned forward.

“Yeah?” he stepped forward.




“REALLY!? Cause I really want to eat your face right now!”

“Then do it!”



They suddenly were so close that the two just launched at each other, completely dropping the act and the hammer, and were completely absorbed in one another.

A little while later, they pulled away, panting.

“…I… I don’t know what just happened.” Amy admitted.

“I do… thankfully.”

Sonic and Amy didn’t take their eyes off each other, or remove their hands from around the other.

“..What does this mean?” Amy gasped out.

“…It means…” Sonic stepped more foreward, putting his head to her forehead.

“I’m gonna need you to deliver some more chilidogs.”


“A.S.A.P…” he leaned in for another one.

“…You can be that hungry?” Amy leaned back, wanting to pull a fast one before he did, smiling.

He smirked, “Starving.” he shook his head with the motion, and the two were quite different after that.

Save My Mind (Wanda Maximoff X Reader)

Originally posted by 1-hell-of-a-pilot

Originally posted by michaelallanleonard


Words: 1861

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x Elemental Reader (gender neutral reader), A little bit of Steve x Reader but it’s platonic

Warnings: Mentions of torture, hostage situation, Swearing, Wanda’s powers, elemental powers, cuddles, fluff

Requested By: @little-magic-matt

Request:  Hi~ I have a crazy request ; basically you were kidnaped by an organization worst than HYDRA ,“The Black Room” similar to The Red Room , you were part of their experiments ; which yours was basically a mix between the serum of CA and Black Widow, you’re highly trained more than Nat and you can control the elements , The Avengers saved you, but you’re very quite cause you weren’t allowed to speak in the black room, the others doesn’t know this Wanda finds out and help you , sorry for my grammar

Summary: After being rescued from The Black Room by the Avengers, you’re struggling with settling back into the world. You struggle with controlling your powers and socializing with the other team members. No one seems to notice, but a certain witch does.

A/N: Okay I’m not gonna lie, I really struggled with this one. It’s just that every time I wrote it, I wasn’t happy with it. Plus I’ve been dealing with major writer’s block pretty much all year which has come and gone again and again. I finally decided to just go ahead and post it before it’s too late and the internet goes to shit (support net neutrality y’all). I really hope you like it, and I am so sorry this took almost a year for me to write.

You backed up against the wall of your cell.

You could hear gunshots and shouting.

It was all too much, you shut your eyes trying to block out the noise.

Somehow you knew.

They were here for you.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request RFA+Saeran with a MC that refuses caresses because she feels disgusted with herself? Body and personality. I know this is kind of sad but I hope you can do it. Can you focus on Yoosung more please? Thank you.

Of course!! Thank you for requesting, anon~ I hope that you are feeling okay with yourself :( I know generalized positivity doesn’t help everyone *I’m not too big on it, myself!* But I hope that you do not stress too much over yourself..I often feel this way too, but, I always try to make myself feel better with something! Like reading or writing or drawing or..anything! 
I hope my headcanons are able to help you feel more at ease..not just with yourself, but with any stress you may be experiencing..Have a good day, nonnie!

*Again, taking the Keep Reading off for now to see how people like it! If it starts to bother anyone, then please let me know! I will try my hardest to cater towards everyone..!*

***Very long post*** Apologies for any typos!!

*Important for whoever is reading!*
So, I decided to try something new. I’m aware that not all people would handle this situation the same way, so I tried to do different personalities? For instance, you are more blunt in Zen’s headcanons, very scared and upset in Jumin’s, a bit flustered and panicky in Yoosung’s, and so forth. I did this so that I could cater to different personalities, as, like I said, not everyone would be afraid but not everyone would be straightforward when handling it! 
This may be something I continue to do in the future, but, for now, thank you for reading~ I hope you enjoy the headcanons..!


  • Yoosung’s taken notice so far of all the times he tries to touch you for prolonged periods of time
  • He’s a touchy person! He can’t help it. But he sees all the times you shy away from him; you lean in the other direction, you shift uncomfortably, you find an excuse to get up and walk away, or you just flat out shake your head and pull away from him.
  • He always tries to say something, but stops himself. 
  • But there is one morning where he decides to speak up.
  • He goes to hold you, putting his hands on your waist just to nuzzle into your neck, but again, you yank away from him, turning away to finish making your coffee. 
  • You hear him sigh, and you wish you could just..let him be physically affectionate but it really isn’t that easy
  • It’s not as simple as a “I love you for who you are” or “Your body is perfect to me”
  • It’s like anxiety; any type of “logical” explanation that someone could give you..It just..doesn’t work. These feelings don’t just go away magically when certain words are spoken. You wish they did, but..they don’t.
  • “MC.” He says it with a slightly disappointed tone. But he isn’t disappointed. He’s scared. Do you not like him anymore? Does he not..touch right? Is he just not physically attractive to you? 
  • No, no..Please..It isn’t that..I wish I could tell you..
  • “Hm..?” There’s no avoiding this now. You know it.
  • “Why…why don’t you let me touch you..? I just..want to hug you..y-y’know? And..A-Am I not good enough? I-I-I can do better if that’s what you want, I-! I..I-I’m sorry I’m not like Zen..”
  • You want to cry, honestly. “No, no! That’s…no..It isn’t you, Yoosung, I promise..” The tears prickle and sting at your eyes. “It’s…I just..I don’t like myself, okay? I know you..might..but..I just don’t like the way my body is, I don’t like..anything about myself, my weight, my height, my voice, my..face all around, I just..don’t..”
  • He looks a little horrified
  • Oh no.
  • “But..I do..”
  • “But I don’t!!” You don’t want to snap, but you kind of can’t help it. “Yoosung, I..I don’t…Even if you do, it’s more difficult on my end..”
  • “But..” Yoosung is literally at a complete loss for words. He’s starting to have an inner breakdown because he feels like he should know how to handle this. But..he doesn’t. If you won’t take his word for it, and he isn’t allowed to touch..then…how..? He’ll try once more.
  • “Y..Y’know..I..I-I don’t..really like myself either..I’m not tall or..or muscular like Zen..I’m not..rich like Jumin or..really smart like Jaehee and Seven..I just sit around and play video games all day..It’s kind of the same thing..But..I let you..I let you love me..because I trust you..so..please..let..l-let me love you, MC..”


  • Zen is very confident in not only the way he looks, but who he is in general.
  • This does not help you.
  • And Zen is…extremely physically affectionate. Not only that, but he’s just a little oblivious to the fact that you’re insecure
  • It isn’t that he doesn’t pay attention! He really does, he just doesn’t always notice that you behave a little differently when he touches you. 
  • Sometimes you try to avoid it a little, but other times you just let him do things like hug you and cuddle you despite the fact that it makes you uncomfortable
  • ^^This is something you’re terrified to tell him about because you’ll know he’ll be upset. Not with you, but with himself for having hands on you when you didn’t really want it. Even though he didn’t know, it’s still going to make him feel like a jerk
  • You’re waiting for him backstage at a rehearsal, and when you hear the director tell everyone to wrap it up, you know he’ll be back there to greet you soon.
  • Sure enough, there he is.
  • “Jagiya ~ How was I?? Good, right??” He goes straight for your waist, pulling you towards him and kissing your head. You purse your lips as you start to walk with him towards his makeup trailer. 
  • You get there and you sit on the bed, as you normally do. Things are going as usual. But Zen walks over again, resting his hand on your thigh and starting to speak, ready to tell you about something, whether it be annoyance with a co-star or anything like that.
  • But you stop him, grabbing his wrist and gently moving his hand away. “Zen..I..really gotta get this out to you. I’m not gonna beat around the bush about it anymore, I just..I don’t like being touched, alright?” You make sure to keep a soft tone. You aren’t mad at him, at all, and you want him to know that. “I know you’re confident about yourself, and it’s cute, it is! Me though..not so much..I’m just trying to sort some things out so if we could..be a little calmer with all the touching, that would be..better..right now?”
  • He’s silent at first, staring at you wish a surprised expression. “O-Oh! Yeah, that’s okay! Gosh..I was really scared that you were gonna yell at me for something..” He laughs. “Yeah ~ That’s alright, babe..Jeez..You should have told me sooner! I wouldn’t have been mad! I mean..I don’t really think you have anything wrong with you-”
  • “Zennnn…” You raise an eyebrow at him.
  • “Okay, okay! Sorry, sorry…~ Ease up on the touching..If it’s for you, then I can do that ~” 


  • Jaehee can usually tell right away when something’s up. 
  • However, you always have a way to dismiss it when she asks.
  • “MC..Is something wrong?”
    “No! I’m okay~” 
  • She trusts your word so that she doesn’t pester you.
  • However..Lately, things have been a little different. Jaehee is not a person who’s that big on physical affection, as it is, so it’s a little harder for her to notice when she hasn’t seen signs. Since she isn’t a big toucher, you don’t get very uncomfortable in front of her.
  • She’s tried a few times, though, and can..kind of guess, actually.
  • But she always tries to leave it alone. She’s torn between “That’s her/his personal business..” and “But I love her/him..So should I ask..?”
  • She’s still getting used to the fact that she doesn’t have to always be so formal and professional with the person she loves, so this is a battle inside her mind.
  • She brings it up casually over dinner though.
  • “MC?”
  • You look up, and she speaks again. “May I ask you something?”
  • “Of course..”
  • “Are you..uncomfortable with being touched?” 
  • You don’t answer for a moment, mainly because you’re caught off guard, so she clears her throat as she blushes with embarrassment. “S-Sorry..That..wasn’t very appropriate to ask..Carry on..”
  • “No, it’s okay, Jaehee..Um..yes..I just..well, I don’t really..like..myself..if that makes sense. So..it makes me really..uncomfortable..if anyone touches me..Does that..sound stupid?”
  • “Of course not..” She smiles. “I’m glad you told me, MC..I will refrain from touching you too much, then, until you begin to feel better about yourself. I love how you are..But, I won’t force that onto you..If there..is anything at all that I can do to help you gain a better perception of yourself, then please..tell me..”
  • (Usually Jaehee is the most difficult to write for me. I feel like I’m not good with how I write her reactions and personality, but, this time, she was surprisingly easy? I feel like she would handle this situation really calmly..)


  • Jumin can be awfully touchy at times. In public, he likes to have his arm around your waist. At home, he likes to sit on the couch with you and have you close. Jumin always likes to be physically attached to you in some way shape or form.
  • However
  • He’s also extremely good at reading people
  • You tend to move away in a subtle manner when he gets touchy, but, it doesn’t matter. You can be as subtle as possible and Jumin always notices. Which is why, when you do this, he doesn’t try again at that time.
  • He doesn’t suspect that it’s a deeper issue than him simply catching you at the wrong moments. Not for quite some time, anyway. But when it becomes a constant happening, he starts to get a little bit suspicious that there’s more than what he knows.
  • He has no clue what it could be, but he knows there’s something. 
  • He calls you over to the company building one day. He’s going to ask you about it in his office. He would wait until he gets home, but, frankly, he doesn’t feel like doing so. 
  • He doesn’t expect you to show up to his office in tears with the receptionist from the lobby. He immediately stands up.
  • “What happened??” 
  • The receptionist speaks for you. “Two of the guards demanded to search her/him,” she says, “I recognized her/him as your spouse and stopped them as soon as I could.”
  • The receptionist can tell he’s confused, but he looks more angry than anything. He confirms this when he says: “I want their names, positions, and I want them in my office before they clock out tonight.”
  • “Yes, Mr. Han.” She leaves the office, and Jumin shuts the door with a sigh, moving to hold you. This only makes it worse though, and you gasp and pull away.
  • “I-I don’t like people touching me..They had their hands all over me a-and I don’t…I don’t like it, I’m uncomfortable with the way my body is and on top of that, I don’t..I don’t..kn-know them and I don’t know what I did, why did they touch me..?” 
  • So that’s it. Anyone would be uncomfortable to just be searched randomly for no reason at all, but, he catches the phrase “I’m uncomfortable with the way my body is” and locks it into his mind. To avoid worsening the situation, he simply puts his hand at the back of your head, bringing you as close as he can. He’ll bring it up later, but now is not the time. “I’m not sure. But you shouldn’t worry. They won’t work here for much longer..” 


  • Seven’s had his fair share of times where he’s insecure, and you know that. But Seven’s never worried about you touching him, never worried about being himself around you, or anything like that, so..it’s a little different.
  • Seven’s been working on his emotions though. Over the course of your relationship, he’s been doing amazing with telling you whenever he feels down about something.
  • After weeks of trying to convince yourself to repay it, you finally get the courage to do so.
  • “S..Saeyoung..Can I..talk to you about something?” 
  • He spins around in his office chair to face you. “Hmmmmmmm?”
  • You approach him, a little nervously. Well, no, scratch that; very nervously. “There’s…something I’ve been meaning to tell you…and I really need to..get it off my chest..Because, you haven’t..been hiding your feelings from me so I think it’s only fair..So..Is that okay with you?” He nods, listening closely for the words that follow. “Okay..well..I’m not that..confident..in who I am right now..I don’t know how I’ll get past it, but, my body and..overall personality just aren’t exactly..sitting right with me, y’know? I just don’t want you to feel like it’s your fault if I’m not really okay with..being touched or..felt on or..anything like that. It isn’t you! I just..” You sigh. “I just need a little time to get right with myself before I start to feel better about..you know, cuddling or..feeling..You’re not..mad are you..?”
  • He hums, smiling as he shakes his head. “No~ You should know that..! 707 will remember ~ Hmm..No cuddling yet..? I can do that, I think. Can I hold your hand?” 
  • You start to grin as you nod. “Yes..I think that’s doable.”
  • “Can IIIII..touch your hair..? Too much..?”
  • “Hmmm..Maybe..It might be okay.”
  • “Annnd…Kisses..? Are those okay?” You give him a nod, and he gives you one back. “I’ll remember that..Then, can you come hold my hand, now..?”


  • “Wait..that doesn’t…bother you..?”
  • Saeran is the last person you would expect to be..okay with the ‘not a lot of touching’ rule. But, here he is, shrugging as you ask him the question.
  • You’re a little bit baffled by his calm response. Now, Saeran isn’t someone who’s always trying to get into your pants or constantly needing to touch you.
  • He does, however, often like to hug you and just stand there for a while. Sometimes he likes to wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. It’s little things for Saeran. 
  • “Nah..not really..it’s your body, who am I to tell you I should be able to touch it..?” He shrugs once more. “I don’t care.” He looks at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, like..I do care..I just mean that I’m not..like..mad about it..Not that big of a deal..I’ll just..kiss your nose..or something, I don’t fuckin’ know..” He’s getting more flustered by the second, and you can’t help but laugh.
  • “..Okay..” It’s quiet, and you’re left smiling at your lap with a quiet sigh. “Thank you..for that..I really thought you would be mad about it..”
  • “Mad..?” He shakes his head. “I don’t get mad about shit like that..I have this thing called respect..’M not gonna force myself onto you like an asshole..I think I’ll do fine..I don’t like when other people touch you anyway..”
  • “Hmm..then we’re at an agreement, don’t you think?”
  • “Yeh.” You giggle again at his short response, getting up and kissing his nose.
  • “Do you want ice cream, Saeran..?” You call out to him as you walk towards the kitchen. You’re in a..really good mood now..His reaction was..everything you could have hoped it would be.
  • His face now darkened with blush, he growls a little under his breath, annoyed at himself for said blushing. “Y..Yeah..”