you guys he's kinda cute

The illustration of the latest chapter entitled “He and I”

Tomitake: the weather is so good~ ☀ I’m off to the shooting

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The Paladins! Thank you!! ☺️

first kissy kissy with our paladins

hunk

  • your first kiss with him was fast
  • yes just a peck
  • he blushes too much for that
  • so it’s like just a quick peck after like your first date or something
  • and he’s so embarrassed and you’re like aww
  • but then you place your hand on your lips softly and he’s like
  • “bYE KLSDJHJFDKF” he’s so embarrassed
  • and then like the next day, you kiss him on his lips
  • just a peck
  • but wowie his cheeks are hot the rest of the day

shiro

  • your first kiss with him happened kind of sudden for him
  • you guys are just hanging out
  • but he looked so cute when he was concentrating on his work
  • and you were like aww whatever
  • and you leaned over from where you sat right next to him and placed your lips against his
  • he turned in your direction and for a second he was like what
  • but then he snaked his arm around your waist
  • it was cute and you had to pull away because he holds his breath for a long time
  • and when you pull away he just gives you the softest smile you’ve ever seen him give

keith

  • you had to initiate it
  • poor boy will never
  • he’s too embarrassed for that life
  • and then he gets kind of caught off guard when you press your lips against his
  • it takes him a couple moments to react and kind of close his eyes
  • and then he’s like,,,wow
  • you pull away first
  • it’s a cute goodbye okay
  • and then he kind of touches his lips after you walk away and he’s like wow
  • yup keith is like wow a lot i know i say that a lot but keith is like wow

pidge

  • cutie your first kiss would be,,,light?
  • yup there is no way to explain that
  • well i mean like you guys feel light and it’s such a soft kiss
  • like it’s soft and you guys just stand there, softly kissing
  • and it’s cute
  • you might have to pull away first
  • she’s kind of dazed
  • but also she thought that was really cute
  • ahem she’s now a bit embarrassed

lance

  • he talks shit a lot but his first kiss is something he has to ped himself up for
  • when he’s coming back from your date and he’s dropping you off at your room/house
  • and you’re like bye and he’s like bye
  • and then he just kinda lingers
  • and then he swoops in real fast and stops like a moment before he touches your lips
  • and then he closes the gap
  • and you guys just kinda stand there while he kisses you
  • its cute but you have to pull away because he swam so much so he has amazing breath control
  • and he smiles really wide at you
  • and you smile back and then you kind of excuse yourself
  • he stands at the door for a minute more and just kinda calms himself down
  • he really loves you already
Greased. - Chapt.1  - Bucky & Steve x Readers - Series

Originally posted by annieblogss

Originally posted by seb-stanners

A/N - So I hope this goes well and everyone enjoys it. It’s reverse Grease to a point. I will probably be completely inaccurate here, but here goes nothing.Had to include OC due to not being able to juggle to main reader POV. Avengers AU. I don’t own Grease nor the Avengers, js.

Steve x Reader
Bucky x OC (Rachel)


 - Imagine Grease but in reverse. It’s the 50s and two best friends are in The Widows gang, a group of not so friendly girls. They  fall for the not so dumb jock and the other a class clown. This could only go wrong. 50s College AU

(Chapt.1) (Chapt.2) (Chapt.3)


Warnings: Future smut, just cursing in this chapter.

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Noise (Part 1)

Summary: (Chris Evans x Reader for now) you’re moving into an apartment on your own, ready to start fresh in someplace new. However, your new neighbor upstairs seemingly isn’t the quietest person in the world.
Warnings: none
Word count: 1444
A/N: As I was spending Christmas Day moving into an apartment and I heard my neighbor upstairs make some ruckus, a fic idea came to mind. Original, I know. 

Originally posted by knowles-morgan


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Spider-boy

Can you do a imagine where Y/N is African American and thick and Tony’s adopted daughter and Spider-Man (Tom Holland) falls for her and Tony becomes very protective of her??? Btw I love your imagines babe 💕 keep up the great work ❤️            

You walked into your dad’s workshop with his breakfast in your hands. If you didn’t make him eat, he’d probably die of starvation in here. FRIDAY was only so much help, when it came to Tony Stark. He was as stubborn as an ass. You were his soft spot, he couldn’t deny you the time of day when you asked for it.

“Dad?” you called as you stepped over the little robot that scurried past your feet. You weren’t exactly sure what he was working on but it seemed cute.

“Y/N?” he questioned. His head popped up from under his desk, like a little meerkat. You huffed a little at the sight of him. He had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and honestly he was looking old.

“Jesus, you need some beauty sleep,” you exclaimed, then got closer, “Second thought, maybe a coma.”

“Ha. Ha. What do you want?” he was feigning being cross. Despite his words he smiled at the jab. He was aware that the sleepless nights weren’t doing him any favors.

“I want you to eat breakfast, and get ready for that kid to come by and talk to you,” you thrusted the plate forward and waited on him to take it.

“Oh, what time is it?” he asked looking around, presumably, for his watch.

“It is 10:30 on the dot, Mr. Stark. And I would hate the poor boy to be stuck in the lobby waiting for you.”

“I’ll get dressed then,” he began to get up, with the intentions to just put on clothes.

“No! Not so fast. Eat first.”

“You just said-”

“I slaved over the hot stove all morning, Dad. Just to see you smile and be healthy. What kind of person would scorn-”

“Alright, cut the act,” he grabbed the plate and began eating. The moment he took a bite out of the pancakes on his plate he hummed in delight.

“I told you those cooking classes weren’t a waste of money,” you said smugly.

“Sure thing kid. Well look, if you want me to finish these, then you’re gonna have to entertain Spiderboy,” he said around his bite of food. You groaned throwing your head back in exasperation, “Oh come on, he’s around your age.”

“Daddy, the last time you told me to entertain someone around my age I got stuck with your investor’s douchebag son. I can still hear his stupid voice ‘Wow, I’ve never been with a black girl before’” you mocked in a deep dumb voice.

“Okay, I admit, that was terrible, but the look on his face when you kicked his ass was priceless. Aaannd you’re the one who insisted I eat first. Now you’ve gotta cover for me while I get all my vitamins and nutrients,” he gave you one of his famous snarky smiles.

“Fine, but I want the car this weekend.”

“Which one?”

“You know which one.”

“Deal, no boys though.”

“Daaaad!”

“You can bring your gay friend, I like him.” he allowed.

“Fine.”

You turned around and began out of the workshop when Tony called out to you, “Wait, look back at me,” You did as he said curiously, “You look beautiful today sweetheart… too beautiful. Gonna have to lock you away in the tallest tower one of these days.”

“Daaad,” you groaned.

“I’m just messing with you. You really do look good though. Nice Metallica shirt. I don’t think I have that one.”

“Yes you do, I ordered you one too.”

“Have I told you how much I love you.”

“My allowance validates me enough,” you laugh. You’re kidding of course. You didn’t really have an allowance… you had a job, two in fact. Keep dad alive, and occasionally make ground breaking bioengineering breakthroughs.

“I’ll clear out this weekend for us to hang out.”

“Good. You need to take a break anyway.”

“Sir, Mr. Peter Parker is in the lobby.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” Tony called back. You hurried out to meet the boy, your mind busy with what to do with the weekend you’d have with your father. It had been a long time since the two of you got to hang out. Being Iron Man was a full time job, and more often than not he was in his workshop.

You stopped at a mirror before going to meet Peter. You checked to be sure your make up looked fine, and that there were n stains on your shirt, blazer, or jeans. Once you deemed yourself all clear your waltzed into the lobby with a smile you were very used to giving.

“Mr. Parker,” you addressed, holding a hand out for him  to shake.

Peter turned at the sound of his name and his jaw dropped. Your figure was the perfect hour glass… a thick hourglass. His eyes traveled up your body to rest on your face. You looked like an angel come to heaven with your sweet playful smile and glistening brown eyes.

“… You are Mr. Parker right?” you asked, concerned by his dumbfounded expression.

“Y-Yes. That’s… yeah, Mr. Parker- Peter Parker.” he stumbled over his words and you stared at him trying to figure out what his deal was. He shook your hand and continued to stare at you like a guppy.

“I’m Y/N Stark. Tony Stark’s daughter. He asked me to show you to his workshop,” you explained.

“Um yeah, great. Lead the way.” he finally let your hand go and your gestured for him to follow you. You lead him the the workshop where Tony was still eating. You had to admit this guy was kinda cute. He had a sort of boyish charm. It also seemed like he had a hard time just talking to people and it was adorable.

“Thanks sweetheart,” Tony said, eyes looking at some plans on your desk.

“I want the keys by Friday night,” you informed leaving to go to your own lab. Bruce was there, he usually was. He often served as your adult supervision while you worked. He was good company so you never minded. Your music played softly from the speakers around the room, allowing conversation to erupt where it may, but Bruce was too inclined to talking and you were absorbed in your work. Much later in the day the door to the lab opened and Tony walked Peter into the room.

“And this is where you can be. This is my daughter, Y/N, and she won’t bite unless you touch her work,” Tony warned. You looked up and offered a reassuring smile, though your father was right.

“Thanks,” Peter said to Tony. You sat back in your chair and watched him as he took off his jacket and set it on the chair opposite you. His arms were well toned, body slim but muscular. You twirled the pen in your hand thoughtlessly.

“So, Spider-Man, what great science have you been working on?” You asked.

“N-not much recently. I’ve got school… and  spiderman to deal with. You?”

You grinned mischievously, “Well since you asked,” you launched into details about your most recent project. Peter rested his chin on his hand and his elbow on your desk enthralled by the passion behind your words, and they way they fell from your lips like music. It was like someone had perfectly rendered a girl just for him. At the end of your speech he just stared at you dumbfounded.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“I’m just stuck on energy,” you huffed.

He nodded thoughtfully then gestured towards the pieces on your desk, “May I?”

The two of you worked together, talking animatedly about the work at hand and about other things, like school and family.

“So you’re Tony’s daughter?” Peter asked skeptically.

“Adoptive,” you answered, “but he’s the only parent I’ve ever known. My parents died when I was really little, and they were really good friends with Dad. I didn’t have any other family, so he adopted.”

“My parents died when I was young too. I live with my Aunt.”

You smiled a little at him, not because you were happy his parents were dead, but because there was someone else who knew what it was like. Therefore he wasn’t going to treat you like Tony Stark’s charity case. You were staring at each other like some you were recreating a Disney scene. Then your dad walked in.

“Hey!” he called at. The two of you immediately leaned away from each other. You hadn’t realized how close you were until you moved away. You cleared your throat.

“Hey, Daddy. Peter helped me figure out how to get energy to the mechanical heart,” you said proudly.

“Is that so?” Tony was staring at Peter like he wa going to murder him any second, “Can I steal Peter for a little bit. I’ll give him right back.”

Peter followed Tony out of the room and then the steel blinds closed. The moment the lab door was closed Tony crossed his arms and glared at Peter.

“Listen, kid. I don’t want you getting any ideas about that girl in their. You keep your teenage boy hormones to yourself,” Tony demanded.

“Oh no. I wasn’t-”

“Save it. I don’t want any heart eyes, no flirting no nothing. And you don’t tell her I told you to stay away. You understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded quickly.

“Good, because unlike me all of the Avengers love Y/N and if you even so much as think about bringing your nasty little teenage boy desires to her attention they will all collectively kick your ass.”

Peter nodded again. When he came back he looked scared shitless and you pouted, knowing exactly what had just happened.

“He always does that to the one’s I like,” you grumbled, “I get that he’s trying to protect me, but jeez!”

Peter bit his lip thoughtfully, “Your dad is scary.”
“Yeah, I know and you think we should just be friends,” you finished.

“No… I just think your dad shouldn’t find out if you give me your number.”

You grinned at him, “I like your style Parker.”

~Mod Lillian

B.a.p having a tall s/o

Yongguk

We know that Yongguk doesn’t really have a preferred type physically, and he is already taller than you anyway so he wouldn’t really care at all, for him it is about what is on the inside.
And after all, he would still be taller than him, so that didn’t really matter that much, for Yongguk it is all about your morals.

Originally posted by daefsoul

“Why should I care about your height? Height doesn’t tell anything about which kind of person you are”

Himchan

Another member who has straight up said that he doesn’t have a preference in looks, and even said that he has a fairly low standard in looks.
He is pretty tall himself so he wouldn’t even have to worry about people saying that you were too tall for him, so… Himchan wouldn’t give a flying fuck! 

Originally posted by bapstime

“Oh this is one of those things I have to care about? People are too focused on stuff like that, why does it matter your height?”

Daehyun

Daehyun might be a little bit more hesitant about dating somebody who is that tall, we know that his idea type is shorter than that and he likes females with a soft outwards look, but let’s also be honest the way to this man’s heart is by his stomach, so as long as you can feed him I don’t think he cares that much! Even tho he might ask you to leave the heals at homes since it would make you taller than him

Originally posted by itsbap

“I like you the way you are! Maybe just… leave the heels? You don’t need to tower over me, it is kinda sad “

Youngjae

I think he would like the fact that you were a little bit taller, for the reason that he has specifically said he didn’t want his girlfriend to wear any kind of revealing clothes, and heels are meant to make your ass look better.
He would like the fact that that you didn’t need to wear heels when you went out being able to be the only guy who sees you like that.

Originally posted by j-miki

“I like you this way! It makes it more private! Also, heels are bad for your health!”

Jongup

Jongup is such a softy that I don’t see him caring at all abut how tall you were, he would find it kinda cute how you guys were almost the same height and he didn’t have to bow down or go on to his toes to kiss you.
But yeah, in general, he wouldn’t care about your height, after all this angel is all about love at first sight!

Originally posted by daematos

“I don’t see why height should matter! Isn’t love all that matters?”

Junhong

Now let’s be honest…  You are still tiny compared to him, he would probably be pretty happy that you were of a decent height for the one fact that back damage aren’t fun and he already has to bow down to kiss you as it, imagine how much he would hurt himself if you were any shorter?! Overall yeah, Junhong was happy with your height, and hey! He actually prefer when you wear heels just so he doesn’t feel like a skyscraper to much

Originally posted by missbaptan

(Like seriously… can we have a talk about how tall this monster is? What is B.a.p feeding him!?)


Authors note:

Anon we are the same height! Just go to Scandinavia, you will be seen as short here!

- Prussia

Got7 Reaction: Your Hands Being Sweaty Most of the Time

Requested by Anon

Mark Tuan

Whether you were or you weren’t, Mark always thought you were nervous until he noticed it was normal for you. He would find it kinda cute when you guys got closer because it was something that you had.


Jackson Wang

“Y/N your hands are a lil sweaty. Are u ok?” *mom mode activated* Jackson would be a lil bit of a nervous wreck thinking you were sick or something but when he saw that it was a normal occurence for you he wouldn’t really care and it would turn into an inside joke.

Lim Jaebum (JB)

“Why are your hands sweaty most of the time?” “Oh..interesting..” After asking he would just go back to doing whatever he was doing. He was just concerned if you were uncomfortable with him or not.

Park Jinyoung

He would be somewhat judgy lmao. Not in a mean way tho, he would just kinda be like “Gross..” but then hug you right after instead of holding your hands or something.

Choi Youngjae

HE WOULD BECOME SO SOFT OMFG. Youngjae would hold your hands all the time and tell you that you shouldn’t be insecure about them if you are. (UGH IM SOFT)

BamBam

oOf. He would be kinda a mixture between Youngjae and Jinyoung. He would tease you about it but wouldn’t want you to be insecure. So he would find that spot in between where you know he still loves and cares about you.

Kim Yugyeom

Yugyeom would do the same as BamBam but he wouldn’t tease as much. He would slightly joke about it but nothing more because he doesnt want to hurt your feelings.

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Someone for Everyone ( High School Edward Nygma x reader)

This was written upon request of @welcome-to-cobblepothell Warnings: Bullying and Physical violence, other than that fluff. Summery: You and Edward Nygma have had a rough couple of years at school. One day due through rumor the friendship escalated . ( First Kiss fluffiness)

Originally posted by edngyma

In high school neither Ed or yourself were popular. Or even remotely liked by most. I mean your teachers loved and you had very few friends but most of the time you guys just had each other. Sometimes you felt bad because your other friends would try to keep you away from him, but despite their efforts or belief you enjoyed being with him. One fine day at lunch you couldn’t find Ed anywhere. You had found a table where a few of your other friends were sitting “ Hey have you guys seen Ed any where?” They all looked at each other. “ Listen (Y/N), we need to talk.” You sat down in an empty chair. This is not a good sign. “ There’s been a rumor that has been spreading that Ed has a crush on you.” One said. You didn’t know if it was just hot or if you were blushing. You guys had been friends since freshman year and you thought he was kinda cute. You just didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him or him hate you if he knew you liked him. It made your heart flutter hearing he might feel the same. “ So as a precaution we as your friends think you should stay away from him.” Your Eyes narrowed “ What?” Then the one sitting next to you tried to put their hand on your shoulder saying “ We are just trying to protect you. We don’t want you to get bullied more because of you liking him. It’s a win win for everyone.” You quickly stood up. And stepped away from the table. “ No, I would take everything they already do to me a thousand times over than to stay away from Ed. He is my friend and I’m never going to stop that. Then you heard a sound all to familiar, a locker slamming. You ran toward the sound and you heard people talking. ” God Nygma, you actually think any girl could stomach you. Even your little freaky friend probably has a limit. “ The guys said slamming Ed back into the lockers. ” Stop it!“ You yelled walk up to them. ” Hey her she is! Freak number two. “ The biggest one mocked. Then his friend said ” Awe Nygma needs his girlfriend to help him. Pathetic really.“ They went to hit Ed but you grabbed the bullies arm in an attempt to stop him. He then threw you to the ground hitting your head on the concrete floor. Ed got out of their grip and went by your side ” ( Y/N) are you, Ah!“ He feel after being kicked. Then the bully did the same to you. ” It’s like you two were made for each other to bad she will never love let alone like you, Nygma.“ You then sent them an angry glare. You felt your blood boil. Both of the boys looked at you. ” No, you actually like him don’t you bitch. I’m going to be sick.“ He said making sounds like he was going to throw up as he left. Ed picked himself up and gave his hand to you ” Are you okay (Y/N)?“ ” Nothing to bad thanks Ed.“ You said dusting your self off. ” I apologize for asking this but is it true what they said? Do … Do you like me?“ He asked with this big, brown, puppy dog eyes. ” W-well I-I…“ Then he quickly slammed his lips to yours. You quickly pulled away ” What was that ?“ You asked. ” Goodness I’m so stupid!“ He said rubbing his temples. You then went back in to kiss him. Shocked at first but then you both melted into it. It felt like hours but probably was only a few minutes. You eventually broke apart for air. ” Was that okay? I’ve never done that before.“ You asked nervously. ” I’ve never done that either, but it felt good.“ He replied. You both smiled and held hands as you both walked back to lunch knowing that you wouldn’t even leave each other’s side.
Shit APH Australia Does #39

Actually shows a lot of sportsmanship in Rio rather than his usual competitive side, mostly because America won’t stop bragging to anyone he can get a reaction out of

Oneshot: The Pacer Test

Please note that I may unlock any bad memories associated with this test and I am not responsible for the cost of your therapy.


“Wait, that was today?” Melissa yelped, grabbing the schedule from Amanda. Sure enough, the words ‘FitnessGram Pacer Test’ were neatly written into the 1:00 Wednesday timeslot. She groaned. “I thought it was tomorrow!”

“Nope, it’s today. I even wrote in five minutes of deep breathing exercises to help me get proper air flow afterwards,” Amanda replied. “Were you planning to fake an illness again?” 

Melissa and Amanda stared up at the large, imposing gym doors that spelled certain doom for the athletically challenged and unfit. 

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anonymous asked:

William nylander runs into you at a Timmies and he dumps coffee on you now make that a super fully meet cute that has him falling off a cliff for you


Okay but I think about running into a half asleep William Nylander all the time. 

He probably wouldn't have seen you cuz his hood is on and the moment he feels you against him he knows shits about to go down. The coffee that touches your skin is hot as hell and you stand frozen in your spot with your fists clenched and teary eyes up at the ceiling because there are kids in the Tim Hortons at the moment and cussing someone out wouldn’t be the best idea. So you wait until your skin is numb before letting out a shaky breath and looking the stranger in the eyes. You expected him to be an asshole kinda guy but he looks so stunned and on the verge of tears that you let out a forced laugh and purse your lips while he spews apologies. The acidic smile on your face causes him to shut up and you’re thankful for that because although you are now suffering from first degree burns, the guy is kinda cute. “Do you have a car?”. He can hear the strain in your voice and answers quickly which is followed by you telling him through clenched teeth that you need to be driven to the emergency room as soon as possible. He apologizes the entire ride there and only stops to introduce himself when the lady at the reception desk asks if he’s your boyfriend. “I'm y/n by the way”. He grins slightly, testing your name out on his tongue quietly. By this time, the coffee is cold and sticky which causes incredible discomfort, he notices this and while you're being treated by the doctor, he runs back out to his car, grabbing a spare sweatshirt from his trunk and stopping at the small diner in the hospital to grab a plastic bag for your wet shirt. He finds where you're being treated by telling the same kind old lady that he is, in fact, your boyfriend. The ointment on your bandaged chest is soothing on your skin and you watch as Will slides the privacy curtain closed with shaky hands, making sure to apologize twenty more times when he takes in the sight of your discolored torso. “It’s fine, I didn't die and it should heal soon”. Your face flushes when you see him properly for the first time and you really wish you weren't so exposed. Then you see him start to move. He hastily puts the ruined shirt in the white plastic bag and you go to stop him but he hands you a thick hoodie from under his arm, smiling softly as he explains that he was willing to drive you home if you'd take the offer. He helps you get the Marlies branded material over your head and gently guides your arms into the sleeves, feeling oddly protective having only known you for an hour and a half. As he guides you to his car, he watches you. Your hair is messy but cute while your eyes, although slightly red, were bright and full of something he would soon to learn was unmatchable knowledge, wit and humor. He calls you a few days later to check in to make sure you’re okay, ending the call by shyly asking you out for…guess what? 

Coffee

For A Good Time, Call: Hold (by 4msg)

and y’all thought FAGTC was dead. HAH, YOU THOUGHT. 

@4msg wrote this Hobi oneshot as a part of an ongoing collab series being done by her, @hyacinth-ink, @sugasmut, @zeurin and i, making it oneshot 5/7, which means only 2 more left! thanks for being so patient with us, be sure to show these writers lots of love, and hope you enjoy~


You scrutinized your reflection. Hair cascading down your back, form-fitting cropped white sweater, baby blue high-waisted circle skirt. You had to admit, it was a beautiful outfit. But the goddamned price tag.

“Looks great on you,” came a voice from behind. You twirled around to locate the source of the sound. You noticed how whimsically the skirt fanned out as you did, almost feeling physical pain at the inverse relationship between the quality of the clothes and the price.

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Fault - Liam Dunbar // One-act Part 2

Pairing: Liam x reader

Word count: 1887

Request:  pleaseeee make part 2 for one-act 😱

Part 1



Liam was definitely right about the play; everyone loved it. You’ve been getting compliments about your performance all the time. Random people come up to you to talk about their experiences with domestic violence. Some want your advice, or they want to vent about what they or their friends have been through. You’ve gotten to know lots of new people, been able to support them, and made some friends along the way.

“Can you believe it’s been three months already?” You ask Liam with a smile. You’re leaning against a row of lockers, books in your hands. “Since the play, I mean.” You clarify.

Liam playfully rolls his eyes, “I know you meant the play. You just have to keep rubbing it in that I didn’t ask you out right away, don’t you?” He grins. He’s rummaging through his locker, unable to locate the book he needs for his next class.

You smile. “Well obviously. Do you know how stressed I got when you avoided me the day after?” You chuckle. “That seems like ages ago now.”

“What was I supposed to do? Walk up to you the following morning like we’re dating just because we kissed?” He chuckles. “Oh, found it.” He smiles, holding up the book he was looking for.

“Well, no..” You mumble. “Fine, whatever, you’re right, again.” You roll your eyes.

“You want me to be more forward? Let’s go out to dinner tonight.” Liam smiles.

You frown, then smile. “I like where your head’s at.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“It’s a date.” You smile.

Liam places a kiss on your cheek before he walks off to class.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you guys are kinda cute.” Scott says as he walks up to you.

“Thanks, I guess.” You frown.

“I can see he makes you happy, that’s a good look on you.” Scott smiles.

“Yeah, he really does make me happy.” You smile.

The hours pass by slowly, classes don’t really have your attention because you’re so excited to go out with Liam. It’s funny, a couple of months ago you never imagined allowing anyone close to you, ever again. And now you have a boyfriend, and a best friend kind enough to give you a ride home from school, on the bike you worked on together.

“Have fun tonight.” Scott smiles as you walk up the steps of your door.

“Thanks. See you tomorrow!” You wave.


“Hey.” Liam smiles when he sees you. “You look.. tall.” He chuckles at your heels.

And your make up looks pretty, and that dress fits you so well. Why thanks lovely boyfriend, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You smile.

“You know I meant to say all those things, too.” Liam rolls his eyes. “You look great.”

“Thanks. Let’s go!” You smile, grab his hand, and drag him out the door.


“What’s wrong?” You ask Liam, noticing he’s suddenly all tensed up. He’s dropped his fork in his plate and doesn’t even pretend to be eating. All the excitement from earlier faded away.

“Nothing.” He mumbles.

“C’mon Liam. You have always been the one saying that we have to trust each other. After these few months I think it’s safe to say that we do, right? So you can tell me.”

“Of course I trust you, [Y/N].” He says as if it’s so obvious you shouldn’t even be asking. “I don’t wanna bother you with things that happened in the past.” He sighs.

“You are bothering me by being like this.” You snap. “Let’s just go.” You say, getting up from the table.

“You haven’t even finished your food.” Liam frowns.

“I’m not hungry anymore.”


Liam’s point of view.

I follow [Y/N] out of the restaurant. “Wait up.” I call out when I’m starting to fall behind. “How the hell do you walk so fast in those shoes?” I mutter.

“Aaaaand another one running away from you. Literally.”From behind, a laugh so horrible I prayed I’d never have to hear it again. I guess everything I’ve been trying to avoid is starting to catch up with me now.

“What the hell do you want.” I snap at him. Grayson Bennett. It’s been at least a year since I’ve seen him last.

“Had some unfinished business.” Grayson shrugs. And I already know what he’s talking about. How could I forget?

I look back to see if [Y/N] is still around, and that’s my mistake. I take a punch to the temple. Hard. My vision is blurred, but I see her. She’s looking right at me, her eyes distant and wary. She takes a step forward, but takes it back again. I don’t have the time to call out to her, or to turn and face Grayson. Everything happens in a matter of seconds, but it feels like hours have passed between me taking my girlfriend out to dinner, and her walking out on me. I barely even have time to think about it, because another punch hits me in the gut.

I take another one, and another one, and another. Don’t wanna fight back. I know I deserve what’s happening. I started this, and Grayson has come to end it.

Only when I notice blood on the ground, my blood, that’s when I realize. My mind flips the switch, and I forget who’s around me and who I’m facing and the promises I made to myself. Rage takes over my body, and I punch until my knuckles bleed.

Someone’s yelling at me to stop, I’m killing him. Good, I think. Let him rot in hell.

Hands grab me, from all sides it feels. I turn around and swat them away. They come back, annoyingly, infuriating. I push, and whoever they belong to falls on the ground. I don’t care, but then I notice everyone has stopped pulling, even Grayson is looking at me like I’ve completely lost it. Which I might have. I don’t understand what changed the scene until I hear loud familiar sobs. Ones I’ve calmed in the middle of the night because they came through in her sleep. All I ever wanted was to save her from the nightmares that haunted her. But I think I just became one.


“No, don’t touch me.” You snap at Liam. You’re at Scott’s place now, you’re staying over because you can’t go home with a black eye, bleeding head, and a boyfriend that won’t leave you alone even though he’s the reason behind your injuries.

“Are you bleeding?” Liam asks, noticing the blood on your hands. “We should get you to the hospital.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” You say.

“All right, then let me clean your wounds.” Liam tries. He’s sitting in front of you, on the tiles of the bathroom floor.

“I can take care of myself.” You grab a gauze from the first aid kit, put some antiseptic on it, and hold it against the back of your head.

“I know, I just want to help.” He pleads.

You shake your head. “You’ve done enough.” You look into his eyes, there’s hurt behind them, heartache. But he’s brought this upon himself. Still, it pains you to see him like this.“I can’t believe you just did that.” You choke out.

“I know, I know, and I’m sorry.” Liam gets up and sits on the edge of the tub, right beside you. He tries to wrap his arms around you, but you shrug him off.

“I said don’t touch me, Liam.” You mutter. “You swore this would never happen. You promised I could trust you. And what do you do?” You don’t even try to hold back your tears anymore.

“I don’t know what to say to make this right.” Liam mumbles.

You chuckle bitterly. “Because nothing will.” You shake your head. “You hurt me in an unacceptable way.”

“I’m sorry.” Liam says for the hundredth time.

“God, Scott is gonna kill you.” You mutter. Then take a moment to form your question properly, because despite everything, you don’t want to scare Liam off. “Would you have stopped?”

Liam doesn’t need to ask, he knows what you mean. “Probably not.” He admits. Again, as so many times before, all alarm bells ring being around Liam. This time, it’s a little harder to ignore, because he just admitted that he would have killed someone.

You almost laugh. The situation is so unreal. “Who is that guy? I don’t even understand what happened out there.” You let your face fall into your hands, then wince, look up in the mirror, and realize your black eye is a whole lot worse than you thought it’d be.

“Grayson Bennett, just a kid from my old school. We got into a fight once, I beat him unconscious. Guess this was supposed to be payback.” He explains. “I would have preferred it if he beat me unconscious, so we could be even. Now everything is messed up between you and me, and he’s still after me.”

“Please don’t put the blame on him.” You mumble, not even sure if there still is a you and me. Your head is telling you one thing: run. It’s instinct and the aftermath of everything that happened to you before. But your heart, your heart is telling you something completely different. Your heart is begging you to give him another chance, already aching at the thought of losing him, even with him still right beside you.

“I know it’s my fault.” Liam nods. “I just need to know that we’ll be okay.” He’s looking down his hands resting in his lap.

“We will be.” You whisper. But you’re not sure if you will be okay as a couple, just that the two of you, individually, will be okay some day.


“So what happened?” Scott asks. Once again you’re in the bathroom. Melissa is treating your wounds properly now, Scott is sitting on the bathroom floor.

“Liam got into a fight. And he –accidentally- hit me.” You mumble. Scott’s reaction is completely different from what you expected. A grenade. Then you realize that’s not the kind of reaction you’d expect from Scott, but from your brother. Scott has always been a lot calmer.

“Did he bring you here?” He asks.

“Yeah,” You nod. “I couldn’t go home like this.”

“So where is he now?”

“I send him home. I couldn’t stand being around him anymore.” As the words leave your mouth, you realize it’s a sign. Your head is making your decision for you, ignoring your heart’s wishes.

“Well, you can stay here as long as you’d like.” Melissa says. “Keep this pack on your eye so it won’t swell.” She says, handing you an ice pack.

“Thanks.” You smile, then watch her leave.

“You deserve better than him, [Y/N].” Scott says carefully.

You nod. “I know.”

I know. I know. I know. You keep repeating those words. I know, I don’t feel. And as you lay in bed, the cover pulled over your head and your face buried into the pillow. You allow the tears to roam freely.

How do you convince your instincts that they’re wrong? How do you turn your back to all the pain for a moment of happiness? How do you make your heart forget what it loves?