you laugh you go to hell

You liked to think of yourself as a confident person.You definitely weren’t overconfident, because that wasn’t good, but you were just the right amount of confident… if that made any sense. See, it was basically in-between of ‘I want to fling myself into a black hole’ and ‘I’m the best person on this entire god damn planet’. 

At the moment, you were edging towards wanting the floor to swallow you up. Unsurprisingly, standing around with a donut in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in the other while a bunch of lingerie-clad supermodels strutted around you wasn’t much of a confidence booster. You were a supportive girlfriend, and you loved accompanying Harry to his shows and interviews, but this was completely brand new to you! Sure, you had been to a Victoria’s Secret show before, but Harry was performing this time, which meant you had to hang around backstage and watch him prance up and down the catwalk while beautiful supermodels blew kisses at him and winked at him and - you know, things of that nature. 

Before you came around, everyone knew that Harry had a type. He’d never admit it, but it was true! As long as you were a long-legged, angelic looking model of some type, Harry would be interested in you. You couldn’t blame him for having a type, it was simply human nature. Of course, because of your dazzling personality and charm, you were able to hook the one and only Harry Styles. (One of your greatest achievements.) And you knew that Harry loved you, and you loved him just as much - maybe a little more. However, being surrounded by girls that Harry would definitely go for if you two weren’t together made you feel a little icky inside. You didn’t have any grudges against any of the girls, truthfully, because all of these insecurities were pretty much in your own head, but still! You didn’t have Kendall Jenner’s legs, Nadine Leopold’s abs, Camille Rowe’s… face. In fact, now that you were thinking about it… Harry had a fling with all three of those girls. (There were still articles circulating about how Camille and Harry were dating even though you were his girlfriend, so that was reassuring.) Wow, this was depressing. Harry basically downgraded when he got together with you. 

Well, you knew what you had to do now. Eat away your feelings until you were numb on the inside. You turned around swiftly to the concession stand, scanning over the sweets and pastries that were all calling your name. I wonder how many donuts I can eat in ten minutes. I guess it’s time to find out. You shrugged, reaching over and picking up a powdered donut, promptly taking a bite out of it and chewing thoughtfully. Plopping down on a plastic chair, you continued indulging in your first donut out of many, looking up to see Harry walking over. 

“Hey, you!” Harry chirped, picking up a baby carrot and dipping it in hummus. He was about to pop it into his mouth until he saw you sandwich an apple turnover in between two glazed donuts. “Woah, woah. Slow down there, love.” He laughed uneasily, taking your creation from your hands and setting it down on a napkin. There was no way in hell he was going to let you take a bite out of that monstrosity. “You only make diabetes-inspired desserts when something’s on your mind. What’s up?” 

“Nothing’s on my mind. I’m just hungry! Now, if you will.” You pointed to your creation that Harry had moved to the other end of the table. 

“Y/N, seriously.” Harry frowned, giving you his carrot instead. You inspected the vegetable in between your finger before looking up at Harry as if he was the craziest person alive. You? A baby carrot barely dipped in hummus? Not the greatest combination. 

“Harry, seriously.” You mocked, putting the carrot down and letting out a huff. You just wanted your apple-turnover-donut-sandwich. Was it too much to ask for?! “Nothing’s wrong, and you need to get back to rehearsing.” 

“If yeh don’ tell me what’s wrong, I’ll throw away your… whatever this is.” He threatened, picking it up and holding it over the bin. 

“I can just make a new one.” 

“Y/N, I know something’s wrong, just bloody-” 

“Fine! I’m…” You looked around, picking up another powdered donut and taking a huge bite out of it. “Infhecure.” You murmured through a mouthful of donut. You didn’t want to admit it. You hated admitting things and feeling weak and vulnerable. It was gross.

“What?” 

“Insecure.” You swallowed, reaching up to wipe some powdered sugar off your lips. “I’m insecure, alright? Having to sit back here knowing that there are a bunch of models out there blowing kisses at you and walking around in their tiny little pieces of lace that they call thongs.” You muttered, avoiding eye contact with Harry and taking another bite. 

“Y/N…” Harry let out a small sigh, a smile tugging at his lips. He bent down in between your legs, placing his hands on your knees. “There’s nothing to be insecure about, silly! You’re being ridiculous. Even though, yes, I’ll be surrounded by supermodels, and yes, they will inevitably be winking at me and blowing kisses at me because I’m just tha’ amazing-” 

“-you’re a dick-”

“-I’m only going to be thinking of you the entire time! Alright? If it were up to me, I’d have just you prancing around in a tiny little thong and a matching bra while I performed.” He joked, smirking a little when you scowled at him. “Don’t let this bother you too much, yeah? We’re in Shanghai, for crying out loud! Isn’t that exciting? And you get to shove your face with donuts all day, which I know is one of your greatest fantasies.” 

“Mm, you’re not wrong.” You sighed happily, popping the remainder of the donut into your mouth. Harry was right. You didn’t have anything to worry about. After all, Harry loved you and only you. He’d pick you over all the supermodels in the world. “I just can’t help but-” 

“You’ve got some powdered sugar on your lips, hold on.” You weren’t entirely surprised when Harry leaned in to press his mouth against yours instead of grabbing a napkin, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back. Your hands instinctively reached up to cradle his cheeks, a giggle slipping past your lips when Harry squeezed your knees in response. 

“Harry-” 

“Mm-mm, not done.” Harry hummed, his hands sliding up from your knees to your waist as he began pressing kisses from your jawline to your neck. When Harry got like this, you didn’t have a say in anything. Which was nice, sometimes. But you were drawing a bit of a crowd and you could feel your face growing hot very quickly. 

“Hi, ladies.” You smiled at the small crowd of girls, giving them a small wave and trying to act as natural as possible even with Harry nipping at your neck. “Camille! Looking good! I mean, all of you look great, but-” 

“We’re going to my dressing room.” Harry suddenly pulled away and got up, grabbing you and effortlessly flinging you over his shoulder. 

“I’m looking forward to the show!” You gave the girls another wave accompanied with a friendly smile, giggling when Harry gave your bum a gentle swat. Maybe you didn’t have anything to worry about, after all. 

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Requested: Disneyland w/ Alex - Fluff ( requests are closed ) 

Originally posted by blackpipecleaner


  • On your first anniversary with Alex, he decides to surprise you with  romantic trip to Paris      
  • And that would include going to Disneyland        
  • You both got those little Mickey & Minnie mouse headbands       
  • He dragged you to every ride that Disney World has to offer       
  • But you refused to go on roller coaster , hell no     
  • Not even with Alex , because you are scared af       
  • He puts an arm over your shoulder and said: Okay, let’s go on those smaller ones… for  babies „
  • And than he would start laughing and teasing you 
  • You cross your arms and pout 
  • He grabs you and tickles you
  • And gives you one big kiss on your cheek      
  • He love doing childish things        
  • You both enjoyed the teacup ride        
  • And he is obsessed with the Lion King       
  • Alex tried almost every special Disneyland snacks and drinks       
  • Eating candy floss  and riding the carousel       
  • You both had a lot fun       
  • And got lots of souvenirs       
  • He hugs you and gives you a lot of little kisses 
  • All with a huge smile on his face        
  • You both stay until the fireworks starts and kiss under them        
  • Alex holds your hand and say : „ Happy  anniversary baby!
  • I love you “


Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

@dani-si @sweetvengeancee  @fuckyeahalexhoghandersen @alex-ivar-minx

anonymous asked:

Yandere sdr2 boys react to S/O having a really close male friend and being REALLY touchy with them, like hugs all the time and kisses on the cheek for no reason just out of being very affectionate with everybody

Awww, here you are Anon :D 

SDR2 Boys (Yandere) reacting to S/O having a close affectionate male friend

Hajime Hinata:

- Who. The. Hell. Is. That.

- He remembered you telling him that you were going to go out for a little catch up with your friend

- But he was touching you

- No. He hugged you

- Were you cheating on him? If you were… Well he could deal with that later

- The two of you were just sitting in a cafe drinking coffee and laughing

- It took all of Hinata’s inner self control not to barge right in and smash that cup on his head

- He made a mental note of *subtly* asking you everything about that boy later

- He continued watching the pair of you until eventually, you stood up and waved

- Instead of waving back at you, your friend blew you a kiss instead

- Son of a bi-

- His thoughts were interrupted as he felt vibrations in his pocket. You were calling him

- “Hello S/O how was your day with your friend?”

- “Hinata - kun! Hey hey! Oh, it was okay I guess, I missed you though”

- “… Missed you too”

- “Are you busy now? Maybe we can meet up and talk!”

- Oh, what a fantastic idea S/O

- “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Kazuichi Soda:

- He didn’t even need to leave his house

- He already put a tracker and recorder on like, all of your clothes

- So he just watched… And listened….

- “Hahaha L/n I missed you! Come here!”

- He heard a small giggle from you followed by a small shuffling of clothing 

- Did he just…. Hug you?!

- Soda gritted his teeth as he continued to listen

- “….A boyfriend?”

- “Mm! Soda - kun is so sweet, you should meet him one day!”

- Ohoho… Yes he should

- “Oh I’d love to! Maybe we can become friends haha!”

- Soda cringed at that. Friends? Hah, as if.

- The only two things that can be friends are Soda’s wrench, and that bastard’s head.

Nagito Komaeda:

- He didn’t even need to hide

- With his luck, neither of you noticed him

- But he certainly noticed you

- And he certainly noticed your friend giving you a kiss on the cheek

- Twice.

- Komaeda smirked to himself, he’s that kind of guy huh

- Those guys are always easy to break… All he needs is some… Hm what shall he call it

- Materials

- He gets to work right away

- He starts with social media first, there’s always something useful there

- “Hahahahaha how amazing… This is going to be rather exciting!”

Nekomaru Nidai:

- He noticed someone coming into the gym and just pulling you into a hug out of nowhere

- He could just easily bash their head in with that weight but…. He should wait

- You smile and the two of you begin chatting

- He puts on his best fake smile and makes his way towards you with two water bottles

- “Oh! Nidai - kun, look who’s here!”

- “Ah, so you’re Nidai! L/n talks a lot about you!”

- The boy grins as he extends a hand toward Nidai

- Once he places the water bottles onto the nearest table, he shakes the boys hand

- And makes sure to give it a really good squeeze

- “Woah haha, strong grip you got there”

- “Bwahaha that’s true! Best not to make me angry then hahaha!”

Gundham Tanaka:

- The second he saw that… Pest touch you he wanted to punch him

- But that would be rather, hm, impolite to do in public

- So he has to settle for plan B

- He goes to the nearest park and after a short while, he’s able to gather a small army of squirrels

- “Go forth my army, and destroy that man!”

- He points his finger at your friend before hiding in the bushes and watching his plan unfold

- He can’t help but chuckle with satisfaction once he sees the squirrels bite the boy several times 

- You try your best to get the squirrels off of your friend but for some reason nothing is working

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu:

- He could have that man killed

- He just needs to say a word and Peko could sort this whole thing out

- But for some unknown reason, you were really happy

- Even after he kissed your hand

- He should probably find out more about that fu-… Guy.

- He takes a deep breath, clenches his fists and makes his way towards the two of you

- Only one person can make S/O happy, and that person… Is me.

Byakuya Twogami (Imposter):

- He changed identities each time the two of you stopped and stared at something

- For some reason, that guy was holding your hand and was happily swining it back and fourth as you walked

- He wasn’t jealous no no, nothing like that

- He was furious

- How dare someone touch his S/O without permission?!

- That guy is going to pay… Or better yet that guy might just become his next disguise

Teruteru Hanamura:

- He was happy when he heard your voice

- But then he noticed. You were with someone 

- “Ohohoho who’s this S/O - san/kun?”

- He does his best to hide the irritation in his voice

- “Oh! Just a friend, hey Hanamura - kun… Would you be able to make us some food?”

- “Everything for you S/O - san/kun!”

- He quickly ushers them to a table before disappearing into the kitchen

- Looks like your friend will have an unfortunate problem later… 

- Well more precisely, food poisoning

anonymous asked:

For the prompt list, either the British monarchy one or the teddy bear bed one pls! Thank you ❤️❤️

  • I don’t want you to stay over, only I don’t know how to tell you it’s because I have a mountain of teddy bears on my bed, not because I don’t like you.

There are still days that Steve still can’t believe he’s going out with Bucky Barnes.

If anyone told him three years ago that he’d be going out with Bucky Barnes he would’ve laughed in their face. Hell, if anyone told him three years ago that Bucky Barnes, the most popular guy in their high school class, would go to the same college as him, walk onto campus and join just about every club for queer people on campus, Steve would’ve laughed in their face.

But here they are, three years later, four months together, and going strong. Except.

“We can’t go to my place, Stevie.”

Steve pulls away. “Nat’s got Sharon over tonight, so we can’t go to my place, either,” he says.

Bucky smiles a little sadly and says, “Then I guess parting is such sweet sorrow.”

Steve rolls his eyes but leans in for one last goodnight kiss before he goes.

And tries not to think about why Bucky never invites him over.

— —

In the end, it’s Sam who invites him over to drink cheap beer and watch Project Runway. He texted Bucky to ask if it was okay, and he said yes, but he’d be out the whole time. Steve tries not to think that’s weird and heads over with a six-pack and a rooting interest. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep on the couch, but he does. Sam just left him with a blanket and a pillow to go chill with Riley at some point, which is valid.

Bucky must’ve come home at some point, because when Steve opens his eyes the door to Bucky’s room is open.

Groggy, Steve stands up and sort of shuffles over to say hi. He doesn’t know whether Bucky saw him or not (he was kind of lumpy underneath the blanket and Sam turned out the lights), but he feels like he should, at least, say hi.

He gets to Bucky’s doorway and freezes.

Bucky is sitting on his bed and after he looks up at Steve, he freezes as well.

“Uh, hi,” Steve says, eyes wide as he takes in the room.

“Oh God,” Bucky says.

Because Bucky’s room is covered with shelves. And those shelves are covered in small, bean-like stuffed animals of various Disney characters.

“Tsum tsums?” Steve asks.

Bucky swallows, then nods. “Tsum tsums,” he says. He kind of winces. “Becca started getting them for me after I came out. And then…”

“They multiplied?” Steve says.

He nods. “And this is why I didn’t want you over.”

“Because you were afraid I was going to want to play with that totally sick limited edition set of Fantasia tsum tsums?”

“More that you would judge a grown-man having a dorm room full of stuffed animals.”

Steve snorts. “Hell no,” he says. “Well, I will judge you if you don’t stack them all into a pile on your bed and let me drop into them like the king of the tsums.”

Bucky grins. “I love you,” he says.

Steve laughs. “I love you, too.”

is lucio the toll troll or the nightman? discuss. points in favor of each:

toll troll:

  • lucio is a gremlin and i hate him
  • he looks like a gremlin with the plague
  • “who else would be the toll troll?” “can i do it naked?” “absolutely not.”
  • “what the hell is that?” “you know what it is, bitch.” and julian/asra/nadia/the mc/etc. lights him on fire

nightman:

  • would absolutely be a ham
  • wants to wear cat eyes and do karate across the stage
  • “laughs are cheap. i’m going for g a s p s.”
  • loses his shit when everyone starts laughing at him
  • julian: “god, it’s crazy how much better at acting i am than you.”

I accidentally deleted your message because I’ve used tumblr for years and still have right about 0 ideas about how the hell it works, damn it.


the point is - @whenwearesilenced I love you with all of my heart, you beautiful creature.

you inspire me every time I read your thoughts or see your other posts.

please, keep going, be as strong and as beautiful as you are, never ever give up.

smile and laugh more, because there’s so much more to this life than we can imagine.


i Love you forever and ever.

Devilishly Sweet

Warnings: none really  

Words: 295

Pairings: Lucifer x Reader

Originally posted by lucifersagents

The room was luxuriously decorated with blacks and reds but what exactly would you expect from hell’s decorators? You sat, legs propped up, at a small table in the corner, littered with dollar store candy and wrappers. You held the chocolate in your teeth, biting down through the nuts and caramel as a cold hand rested on your shoulder. You recognized the chill but you were too focused on the candy, making the tall blonde man behind you chuckle.

“What exactly are you doing,” Lucifer laughed down at you and you returned a funny grin, “I can have anything you want here in a heartbeat and you go out and buy this?”

“I was craving some candy, besides, it’s nice to get out of this place sometimes.” You continued to look up at him as he cocked an eyebrow at you and smiled his signature, devilish smirk, “Here,” You stood and snatched up a piece, handing it to him.

“Do you think I’m Gabriel?” He jested at your outstretched hand.

“Come on,” you looked down at the red wrapped treat, “I haven’t had a KitKat in forever. They’re delicious.” Lucifer flicked his eyes from you to the candy and took it with a sight, placing it in his mouth.

“You’re right,” He cooed as you watch him flick his tongue over his lips. You pull him to you, pressing your lips to his, tasting the chocolate.

“Hmm,” you licked your lips as well, darkening your eyes as you looked up at him, “Better than I remember.” Lucifer’s arms quickly snaked around your waist, his eyes fixed on you before pulling you into another kiss. You smiled into it as his forked tongue danced along your lip. It was going to be quite a delicious night.

I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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Reunion

“You grew up.”

He laughs, rough and edging just slightly on bitter.

“Yeah, that happens when you disappear for two years.”

Derek’s eyes flit downward, and Stiles waits for him to comment on the FBI vest strapped to his chest but he doesn’t. His eyes only go so far as Stiles’ mouth, flicking back to his eyes and then down again, lingering, before sliding away. A warmth blooms out from Stiles’ chest, crawling up his neck and coiling downward, and this definitely isn’t the time for this but they haven’t seen each other in a year and a half, not even pictures because why the hell would Stiles have a picture of Derek (and he’s spent too long cursing not having pictures of Derek) and he finds his own eyes lingering.

“…You look exactly the same.” And that’s not true because Derek actually looks better, but there’s no real way to explain that Stiles hadn’t been able to hold all of the goddamn perfection of Derek’s face in his memory. He’d thought he had, but his eyes keep flitting around now and holding, catching on little details, little rushes of rediscovery in those eyes, that jaw, his teeth, his mouth, his…

Stiles wets his lips, and Derek’s looking again.

“We should––”

“I should have called,” Derek says at the same time, and Stiles blinks, breaking off, confusion pinching his brows because Derek hadn’t known Stiles was coming. He’d had no reason to call. Except… “After… Peter told me what happened, and I…”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but it wasn’t any less fine than anything else from that shit show. It wasn’t any worse than Derek leaving town and getting rid of his phone to begin with.

“I felt sick the whole time you were gone,” Derek presses on, quick and urgent, like the words had been fighting for months to bubble loose and are finally breaking free. “I felt… Cora said it seemed like I’d just… emptied out. On the full moon, I could barely––”

Stop it.” It stung, because he’d thought Derek would care. For the longest time he’d felt like Derek should care, and deciding he didn’t was the first stepping stone to pulling himself together after… after the Benefactor.

Or… fuck, maybe Derek had cared, but he hadn’t cared enough to stay, to keep in contact, to check in when Stiles had needed… needed someone.

No, fuck. Needed him.

“This isn’t the time,” he says, firmly, because a fucking FBI SWAT team is nearby somewhere and there’s still a target painted on Derek’s back, and the fact that Stiles wants to crawl onto his lap and beat the crap out of him at the same time doesn’t matter, because Stiles is here to save his life. Again.

Derek parts his lips, looks like he wants to argue… and ends up just nodding, looking away up the street.

Stiles makes it a whole three steps toward the next corner before swinging back on him, balled fist smacking his bicep.

“Why didn’t you call?”

Derek doesn’t flinch at the blow. Sighs softly. When he meets Stiles’ eyes, the look in them’s enough to send months of coiled anger scattering.

“I would have gone back.”

“…What?” Stiles feels breathless on the word. Derek looks away, hands lost in the depths of his pockets and stance set in the defeated posture of a man with no way to win.

“If I’d heard your voice. If you’d asked. If you’d even sounded anything less than happy––” He grits his teeth, sharp and sudden, head ducking against some ugly thought. “…And I didn’t want to hear you happy, either.” That falls out lower, tight and rough like a secret shame.

“You didn’t want to hear me happy,” Stiles echoes, numb, and then slowly: “Without you.”

And he only understands Derek’s meaning because it’s been echoing in his own chest for over a year–– that stupid, selfish war of wanting to know he’s happy, and not wanting to know he’s happy, not wanting to hear him making a life and finding bliss in a way Stiles couldn’t give him. He’d always wanted to know Derek was doing well, so much that he’d lain up at night sometimes picturing new, bright, sometimes ridiculously corny futures for him… but the thought had always been as agonizing as it was hopeful and Stiles had never slept well afterward. And then he’d spent other nights up hating himself for being selfish enough to half-hope Derek might not be happy.

Might fail out there in the world, and come home.

Derek’s eyes are on his again, wide and shock-soft in a way Stiles had only glimpsed on him once before: the rush of thinking you’re alone in the world and realizing for one beautiful instant that you’re understood

He can feel a matching expression lighting up his own eyes.

“We’re idiots,” he breathes, and Derek shakes his head, barely seeming to feel the movement.

“I couldn’t go back there.”

“But you could have known I fucking missed you as much as––” He breaks off, despite everything suddenly unsure. “…you missed me?”

“I missed you.” Derek promises, not missing a beat.

“You missed me,” Stiles echoes, and it’s everything he never knew he needed to hear. They watch each other for too long, stunned, awed stillness.

And then the slam of a car door in the distance pulls them back; reminds them where they are and what’s happening. Derek blinks away, looking out and alert toward the street, but Stiles can see a faint flush around his ears, a happy pull that won’t quite die on his lips.

“This isn’t the time,” Derek says, and Stiles nods. There are villains to stop. People to save.

“This isn’t the time,” he echoes, but he’s smiling as he turns to head up the street. “Later.”

It sounds like a promise worth keeping.

Oh when you laugh
I forget that it’s about me
But it’s alright
Yeah, cause being your punchline
Still is something

Yeah well I’m not scared
I’m not going nowhere
Yeah, you might want me to drop dead
But I don’t even care

Guys! It’s Keith’s birthday! This boy deserves all the love and happiness in his last year of angsty teen awkwardness. Actually, scratch that; he always deserves love and happiness. Especially after whatever the hell went down in season 4, you know?

So here, have this lil doodle of Lance worrying over a torn Keithers :))

Also, creds go out to @color-palettes for their “Eden Dusk” palette that I admittedly only used half of. Oops. 

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steve harrington x reader • cold coffee

Summary: Waking up next to Steve is something that you can get used to.

Word Count: 1600+

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, some language.

Notes: I started writing something angsty and got sad so I wrote this to make myself feel better. Idk man, idk. It got longer than I wanted?? and off topic?? I just love these kids and i love Steve Harrington.

Requests are OPEN!

Originally posted by cameronxboyce

Dating Steve Harrington came with a lot of surprises. The whole Upside Down thing, oddly enough, wasn’t one of them; you’d stumbled into that whole mess before you’d even met him, thanks to your insatiable curiosity and tendency to nose around places you really had no business being in. No, the oddities that Steve brought to your life were much more mundane, and all the more surprising for that.

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Imagine demon!Dean beating a guy up to death because he touched you and he got jealous.

“She’s pretty.” you said softly, trying to hold back the hint of bitterness and pain in your voice. Or jealousy for that matter. You couldn’t blame her, who knew with how many women Dean had been with ever since he became a demon.

“And probably his type. But it shouldn’t bother you now, should it chipmunk?” Crowley raised an eyebrow as the both of you didn’t take your eyes off of the demon playing darts as the blonde waitress gave him another drink with a rather flirtysmile might you say.

“Not now, not ever.” Crowley finally turned to look at you “You are not his girlfriend, (Y/n). Never been, yet you are bothered so much by this. I wonder why.”

You scoffed, turning to glare at him “As if you don’t know. Dean is probably the most oblivious man in the world but you never were Crowley. Why would you use this stupid nickname on me if you didn’t?”

“Guilty.” he flashed you a smile, downing his drink “But he’s no longer the man that you remember, love.”

“Right, so that’s why you wanted me here?” you scoffed “And don’t you dare deny it to me Crowley. You didn’t even blink in surprise when you saw me. You’re letting yourself get caught and sooner or later Sam will come walking in as well.”

“I must admit- the only thing that did surprise me was the fact that moose didn’t come in right after you.” he shrugged “But probably- it’s time to finally put him on track-” he looked at Dean “And make him realize how little he is leaving for just how much.”

“Hell? Oh wow, yes Crowley that really is everyone’s dream kingdom.”

“It is one, nonetheless.” he winked at you and before you could say a thing he had vanished right in front of your eyes. You scoffed at him but didn’t have the chance to question him when you turned your head and your eyes locked with his green ones. And just like always they made your heart skip a beat. Because maybe you were always friends but your love for him was undying.

You held your breath as he set his glass down and raised an eyebrow at you. He said nothing to the rest of them men he was playing with and casually strode towards you “(Y/n)” his voice was as rough but a lot more cold “Fancy seeing you here.” and the smirk on his face made it all worse.

“Is it?” you asked in a low voice and his smile dropped.

“What do you want here?” he asked serious.

“Oh so Crowley didn’t tell you?” you scoffed a laugh “He knew I was on your tracks with Sam, he should be here very soon. I managed to get a lead and thought if I could convince you to come back without him having to hurt himself but… I don’t think there is a point in trying.”

“I told you to stay away.” he shrugged casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets “Not my fault you don’t listen.

“You told Sam to let you go, not me. And I thought there was a chance here but- I was wrong obviously. I’m curious how you didn’t see this coming, or even more that Crowley didn’t speak to you about his plans. Whatever those may be. What happened? Don’t you guys tell everything? Oh no, don’t Dean, secrets are bad, they ruin relationships. We know it better than anyone.” you went from sarcastic to completely serious.

He scoffed, putting on a smirk on his face and rolling his eyes “Don’t care what his game is, I am not his toy. I have my own plans and I’m glad that… he made it easier for me.” he looked

“What do you mean?” you frowned when you noticed the predatory smile on his face “Made it easier by letting me find you?”

“I’ll let you know soon, now follow me and let’s out of here. You’re drawing too much fucking attention with those shorts.” he took hold of your arm, dragging you up as he glared at a few men behind you that had been sneaking looks at you.

“Like hell.” you hissed, snatching your arm from his “Why does it even matter to you? Especially now, I am nothing to you. So what if they look? I am free, Dean, hell they can even touch as much as they want to.” you said angrily.

His eyes darkened as he looked “Let’s go. Now.” he said in a low almost growl but you weren’t having any of it.

“Why?” you scoffed a laugh “So that you can kill me now? Or so that she doesn’t see us talking?” you motioned with your head to the blonde that already had her eyes on you. You tried so hard not to show how much this was hurting you.

“She has nothing to do with this. Come on.” he tugged, holding your hand again.

“Right, of course she doesn’t.” you scoffed “With how many have you been exactly all these months?”

“You’d want to know, wouldn’t you?” a satisfied smirk was on his face.

You didn’t have the chance to speak though because another voice spoke up “Is everything alright?” it was a guy you had seen checking you out ever since you came in.

“Yes, everything’s fine actually. My friend here was just leaving.” you gave Dean a look “How about you buy me a drink and we can talk?” you gave him a smile that made his grin widen.

“Yes, of course sweet cheeks.” he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You’re gonna lose that hand buddy.” Dean growled, and you both stopped before you could leave.

“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow “Did you just threaten me?”

“No, I was giving you a friendly warning.” Dean shrugged with a casual smile.

“Yeah, right.” he scoffed, arm tightening on your waist just to mock the demon and for a second you got scared when Dean’s smile completely fell.

“But you obviously don’t listen very well.” he scoffed and before you could realize it he had grabbed the man by the collarof his shirt and pinned him against a pillar.

“And now- you get to see what I mean when I say that you shouldn’t have done that.” and even if you expected it you jumped when he threw a powerful punch at the man. And the another, and another and another without letting him do a single move. You were almost scared for his life when you saw the mark on Dean’s arm burn that angry red as he kept hitting the guy, blood covering his fist and groans and moans of pain filling the bar along with hushed whispers from other customers.

“Fucking asshole, think you could ever have a piece of that?” he scoffed a laugh, punching more “In your dreams!” another punch “She’s too pure and perfect for a bloody jackass like you. You would never stand a fucking chance.” he growled, punching him more.

You could barely make out any of the things he said after that as the sounds were too much to handle. People shouting, some cheering and encouraging him to keep going. And then you heard her.

“Dean, stop!” she screamed but he didn’t listen to her, as he kept punching with groans himself “Stop! You’re gonna kill him!” she screamed but it didn’t seem to have a single effect on him at the moment.

“Would serve him fucking right.” Dean growled, grabbing his bloody face and making the guy look at you “Do you see that? Do you see her?” he said through gritted teeth “She’s great isn’t she? And you’d really want a piece of her tonight but that would be it. You had some gruesome thoughts for her after that though, didn’t you?” he turned his head to look at Dean “Didn’t you?” he roared and he gave him a weak nod.

“Just like I thought.” Dean smirked “For the first, I’d really just break your hand and maybe face. But for this-” he looked at him darkly and your breath got caught in your throat. If he killed him right there in front of so many people he’d draw all the wrong attention.

“Dean!” you screamed “No, no don’t!” you exclaimed and as surprising as it was for everyone, it caught his attention and he glanced at you over your shoulder. You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head in fear.

“Seems like your lucky day, bastard.” he growled “You’re very damn lucky that she can have this effect on me because trust me your death… it would have not been easy. And she would never give you a single glance because you know why?” he smirked in an almost sinister way “Oh you know why.” he laughed, pushing him to the side and he fell on the floor. He looked down at him for a second, smirking before with a roll of his eyes he turned around and looked at the rest of the customers.

He didn’t say a think, he only scoffed at them and walked towards you.

“D” you found yourself whispering as you stared at him with wide eyes “You would have-”

“I should have.” he growled “Hope you fucking understand I am not playing games here, (Y/n).” he grabbed your jaw with one hand and your heart leapt to your throat when he brought his face closer to yours, your lips only an inch away. You knew what he wanted to do but he stopped himself, looking from your lips up to your eyes. He smiled slightly, running his thumb over your lower lip.

“You are mine, and I’ll make sure everybody knows it from now on.” he said in a low rough voice and you frowned. You knew in what way he meant it, you were no fool with what he had almost done but it still confused you. You were always friends and on top of that even if he didn’t care at the moment as a demon… what really held him back from forcing a kiss out of you? IT felt as if for a moment you saw your own Dean flash through his eyes.

“Only. Mine.” he said in a husky voice in your ear and you felt shivers run down your spine when his teeth grazed over it “I’ll wait in the car.” he added and let go of you, almost leaving you to try to recover from the shock.

But you only had another one coming once he’d left and the waitress spoke to you “You are (Y/n)?”

“Why-” your voice was hoarse as you looked at her “You know me?” and the look on her face only said yes, making you realize there was only person that could have spoken about you to her.

Dean. But the real question was why?

the bet || fuckboi!peter parker x reader

 oi, I don’t want to make this too long but…. IM BACK smh I’ve been so m.i.a. but that’s literally because I’ve been so busy and have bad writer’s block. Smh this probably ain’t even gon be good. But like I worked hard on it to have meaning and stuff and I rlly hope you guys enjoy it. I just want you guys to get straight to the story because you’ve waited so long for it and I’ve been teasing it sm smh. Just read it hope you enjoy muthertruckers😬

tags : @running-outta-time @i-just-wanna-run-hell @munalisax @themyscirahs @sammie-blogs @geeksareunique @violentlybarnes @geeksareunique

words : 11,197

warnings : fuckboi!peter parker, mild cussing, various mentions of sex, angst, ned needs a hug, peter needs a hug, you need a hug, everyone needs a hug

Masterlist

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Originally posted by peter-and-mj


”I bet you your whole Goddamn rep that you couldn’t get weird ass mcgee over there to sleep with you; you know, take her v-card. Before. We. Graduate.”

The words spoken smugly by one of Peter’s multiple friends at the lunch table caught his attention as quick as you could say, “Spider,” The statement challenged him, making him smirk at the smug boy before looking over his shoulder, almost savagely, at the fifteen year old girl huddled in her own little corner of a table in the back, her face morphing as she read through numerous pages of the thick book she held in her hands.

Watching the scene, Peter laughed and shook his head before turning back the group at his table, them looking deeply invested as to what would happen next, he spoke lowly, “Watch me.”

Keep reading

Owe Me

Originally posted by hologramarcadeblaze

Prompt: “You hit me in the face, I think you owe me at least a study date.”

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: some sexual content (but obviously nothing far, i don’t write smut)

A/N: I know I don’t write for Stranger Things but LISTEN okay? I needed to write for this trash boy because despite being an actual douche I love him (character development tho) and it’s my blog, so imma write for him. And maybe if this gets enough love i’ll add Stranger Things to my fandom list once requests are back open! :)


“There’s no way you’re gonna be able to hit it.”

“Really?” You smirked, watching as your long time friend shook her head. Staring at the far distance in front of you, you narrowed your eyes in thought. You’re no athlete but you’re pretty sure, given enough force, you could hit your target. Which just so happened to be the trash can a whiles away from you. “Because I think i’m gonna.”

“I highly doubt you’re gonna hit it, Y/N.” Your friend, Jenna, stressed. “Remember that one time in gym you completely missed passing the ball to me, and- I was right in front of you!” 

“That was one time!” You pouted, gripping the football in your hands with a tight grip. You’re sure you could hit it. You were determined to hit it. “Let’s make a bet, huh? If I hit it, you owe me dinner tonight and if I don’t, i’ll pay.”

Jenna paused, biting her lip in thought; you knew she’d take the bet. She loved food (just as you did) and there was no way she was gonna pass up an opportunity for free food, especially since she was so convinced you’d miss it. “Deal.” She nodded and a cocky grin spread over your lips. Looking away from your friend, you pushed your left leg back slightly, bending down and raising your hand with prestige focus. 

Jenna let out a loud chuckle from behind you, you were taking this way too seriously.

Your tongue jutted out slightly in thought, staring at your intended target as you mentally counted down from three. Once you hit one, you reeled your arm and shot it forward, the football slipping from your fingers and flying before you. It was like time slowed down, that’s how serious this bet was to you. But with a disappointed gaze you watched the ball curve in the other direction you wanted it to go.

“Hah!” 

Just as you were ready to accept your defeat, something else caught your attention. There, right where your ball was headed, was Steve Harrington. “Oh fuck.” And just as you finished cursing, you watched the football smack against the boys head, the offended object tilting to the left from impact as his friend, Tommy, jumped away in shock. 

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck.” You repeated, running back towards Jenna. “Fuck, i’m so screwed.”

Jenna grasped your hand in surprise; “did you just hit Steve Harrington in the head with a football?”

Steve stood up from his seat on the bleachers, grasping his head in pain and your sure you heard him yelling out a slue of curses. His eyes darted around, finding the football and picking up the now dangerous weapon. You watched Steve’s eyes fall on you, and you suddenly felt stuck as you met his eyes across the field.

“You just hit Steve Harrington with a football.” Jenna clarified, watching the entire thing go down.

Steve suddenly smirked and you panicked, taking a step back. “Go!” You called, pulling Jenna along with you as you turned the other way and ran off in a hurry. Though, while you were more than concerned, Jenna found this highly amusing.

“She says sorry!” Jenna called, waving at Steve.

“Shut the hell up, Jenna!”

“Sorry,” she laughed, finally catching up with your speed. “But hey, at least you’re buying dinner.”


With a sigh, you clicked open your locker. It had been an increasingly long and exhausting day; especially since you spent the entire day trying to avoid Steve. It was only the next day, and you knew Steve, he’s not one to forget something like hitting him in the head with a goddamn football. 

It wasn’t like you were scared of him, on the contrary you’re almost positive you could whoop his ass if needed. It was more that you didn’t know what he was going to do, would he be mad? Would he and his friends try to pull something? You weren’t sure, Steve Harrington was a complete mystery to you and the only time you’ve ever spoken to him was that one time for a school project, two years ago.

But it was the end of the day, meaning you could go home and not worry about it until tom-

“Y/N-”

Your locker slammed shut before your eyes, you jumping back from surprise. Looking over to see who had just rudely shut your locker, you found just the person you’ve been trying to avoid all day. “Steve.”

“It’s nice to see you.” He smirked, setting himself against the locker next to yours and crossing his arms across his chest. Holding your hand against your chest, you tried to calm yourself down from the scare he’d given you, clutching with your other hand the strap of your bag. “You seem to be in a hurry.”

You decided to just get it over with, he was here and there’s no way you can avoid what’d happened anymore. “Look,” you sighed. “Steve i’m sorry I hit you, Jenna and I were just having some fun. I didn’t mean to make you mad or-”

“You think i’m mad?” Steve asked, his smirk faltering slightly.

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head in confusion. “Yeah? I mean why else would you…?”

“I don’t care about that.” Steve waved off, standing up straight and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I came here to ask you if you’d like to go on a date sometime.”

You fumbled for a response, his words the opposite of what you’d ever expect. You were not Steve’s type, or at least you hadn’t thought you were. You weren’t pretty like Nancy or sassy like Carol; you didn’t have spunk like half of the girls Steve hung out with or dress up. Instead you’d rather wear skinny jeans and a t-shirt, stick to your books and be on with your day.

So after sputtering like an idiot, you came out with a; “what?”

“A date. You and me.” Steve gestured to himself then you, and left his hand there.

“A date?” You repeated in a questioning tone. “With me?”

“That is what I said.”

“Are you serious? Why would you want to go on a date with me?” You paused, looking up to glare at him. “Why would I want to go on a date with you?” Steve didn’t seem to have a response to that and just as your confusion faded away, you sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve heard of your reputation Steve, i’m not willing to be fling or even- do any of that. I’m sorry, but no.”

You moved to walk away, desperate to find Jenna and tell her all about this crazy experience but instead a hand caught yours. Then you were being tugged the other way, towards Steve and your back was pressed against the locker. You froze, staring up at the boy that suddenly seemed a whole lot taller then he did a second ago. You were so glad it was the end of the day, as everyone was mainly go and not able to watch what was happening.

“A study date then.” Steve smirked, staring down at you with a piercing gaze. You felt your breath get caught in your throat, the close proximity pulling you away from rational thinking. “You hit me in the face, I think you owe me at least a study date.”

Pause. “O-Okay.”

“Great.” Steve smiled, pushing off the locker and finally creating some distance between the two of you. As he stood before you, you felt like you were finally able to breathe. Then he stepped forward, slipping a piece of paper into your palm. “Meet me there tomorrow after school.”

The second he was gone, you let out a heavy breath. Why the hell had you said yes?


The next day you found yourself walking the path to Steve’s house. He lived farther away then you’d known and seemed to be a singular house hidden away from many others, making you regret your decision even further.

You hadn’t originally planned to go but Jenna had convinced you, somehow. “When do girls like us ever get asked out by Steve Harrington?!”

“What does it even matter?” You had muttered, “we don’t need guys like Steve.”

“True,” Jenna had complied before a huge grin spread over her lips. “But do it for me?”

“Fine.”

And that’s how you found yourself now. Taking a deep breath, you stared up at the gate before you, your heart pounding rapidly against your chest. You didn’t even know what you were thinking, you should just turn back. Yeah? That would be best. You didn’t know who you were trying to impress or even why you were so nervous, you’d never been like this before; so nervous over a stupid boy. But… this was Steve and you, that just didn’t even make sense

Just as you moved to walk away the gate creaked open; “Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, and reluctantly you turned to face him. “Glad you could make it.”

“You invited me.” You grumbled, walking through the gate as he opened it for you. Your eyes immediately fell on the pool that seemed to glitter before your eyes; “you have a pool?!”

Steve made his way next to you, his hands falling on top of his hips. “Yeah.” He smiled, huffing in enjoyment. You coughed lightly, shaking your head; this was stupid. Stop being so nervous. Turning to Steve, you raised an eyebrow expectantly, “so what did you need help studying for?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? What else was I suppose to say to you to convince you to go out with me?” Steve huffed, furrowing his brows as if you were the crazy one. You sighed heavily, glancing at the closed gate and towards the house; no lights were on.

“Where are your parents?”

“Out.”

You felt your heart drop, everything was too suspicious. There was no way Steve had just invited you to hang out. He’d lied and his parents weren’t home, not to mention he lived at least a few decent miles away for anyone to care. You’d been played. “I’m going.” You suddenly announced, turning towards to gate in a rush.

“Woah, wait, what?” Steve appeared before you before you even reached the gate, holding his hands by his side in surprise. He genuinely looked shocked and concerned, but you were worried it was only for play. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Seriously, Steve?” You spat, shaking your head as your eyes crinkled. “You lied to me, your parents aren’t home and we are fucking miles away from anyone that could hear us. Don’t think i don’t know what you want from me.” You paused, taking the short steps towards him to place your pointer finger on the middle of his chest. “I am not that kind of girl, I’m not a fling or a one night stand, Harrington. Hell, I didn’t even want to go here in the first time!”

Steve reached forward, grasping both your wrists to bring you out of your ramble. “I’m not trying to get in your pants.” You rolled your eyes and he shook his head. “No seriously, Y/N it wasn’t just because you hit me in the head. I’ve- I’ve liked you for a while now, the smack to the face just prompt me.”

You paused, unsure if you believed him or not. You wanted to, you wouldn’t lie and say the idea of being with Steve wasn’t appealing but… you knew of his reputation. “And why should I believe you?”

“Just stay, please. I’ll believe you.” 

And reluctantly, you nodded.

And hour later you found yourself laughing loudly and sat against one of Steve’s beach chairs. You clutched your stomach in pain as your eyes began to tear with enjoyment as Steve reenacted when he’d been smacked by the ball.

“How’d you even do that?” Steve asked, his own chuckle dying down. “You got a pretty nasty throw for someone so small.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking; “oh really?” You teased, “want me to show you how to throw like a girl?”

Steve laughed, shaking his head. “Go for it.”

Smiling, you accepted his dare and stood up, shaking your arms out for extra effect. Walking away from your chair and closer to the pool, you shook your body, as if you were preparing yourself for a real throw. “Watch and learn, Harrington.” And slowly, you raised your hand and cupped it as if you had a ball in between your palm and fingers. “Basically, you gotta cup the ball with a firm grip and hold a steady stance.”

“Mmm-hmm.” 

You bit your lip to keep yourself from bursting out in another fit of giggles, both you and Steve aware that you were completely talking out of your ass. “Then reel back,” you demonstrated the movement. “And swing forward.” You let out a puff of air, standing up straight with a proud smirk. “And you’re done.”

Steve stood up, extinguishing his cigarette (he’d offered you one but you kindly refused) and made his way over to you. “Nuh-uh.” He smiled, shaking his head as he reached you.

You crossed your arms, “oh really? Cause i’m pretty sure i’m right.”

“Your stance is all wrong.” Steve critiqued and suddenly he was behind you, grasping your elbow slightly and pushing it up. Your breath got caught in your throat, your entire being aware of how close Steve was behind you. Yet, no part of you stopped him and instead let him move your limbs as he please. “Then kick this foot back slightly and bend your knees ever so slightly.” You followed his directions, holding your head high as his hand slid up your raised hand to grasp your hand. Slowly he intertwined your fingers and you could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck.

“Then you throw.” He mumbled lowly.

You bit you lip, “Steve?”

“No. No talking.” He shushed; “we’re at the end of the demonstration.” Then before you knew it, his hand left yours and both arms wrapped around your waist to haul you up and throw the two of you in the pool. You let out a loud yelp, surfacing under the water and Steve let go of you.

When you were able to breathe again, you let out a loud gasp, brushing your hair from your eyes and turning to a very pleased looking Steve. “You jerk,” you laughed, shooting your hand forward to splash the boy. He chuckled himself, swimming over to you as you began wiping the water from your eyes.

Slowly and smoothly he wrapped his arms around your waist again, lifting up your shirt slightly so his hands made contact with the bare skin of your stomach. Pulling you against him, Steve smiled down at you. “I’m sorry, but it was needed.”

“Oh, was it now?” You smirked, shaking your head. It was then you noticed how close the boys lips were to yours and it seemed to be the only thing you could focus on. Steve of course noticed and wasting no time for you to change your mind, he leaned down to press his wet lips against your own. You didn’t fight the kiss, and instead instantly returned it, your arms wounding around his neck.

When you pulled back, out of breath, you stared up at the boy with a nervous gaze. “You mean this, not just some one night stand?” Steve nodded, staring down at you with sincere eyes. “Promise?”

“Promise.”


… this was a lot longer than intended.

If MCR Songs Were People

This probably already exists but I spent two hours doing this instead of sleeping. Tell me which song you’re most like.

Welcome to the Black Parade: has a flair for the dramatic, doesn’t know how to do a smoky eye, was in the marching band in high school, daddy issues.

Sleep: has insomnia, PTSD, nightmares, is self deprecating, just wants to go the fuck to sleep

Destroya: probably gay, moans like a bitch during sex, pretty fucking hardcore, shit immune system though, lives for anarchy

House of Wolves:
will burn in hell (or believes they will), is a bad mother fucker, has a sister who should be scared, pyromaniac, “Catholic”

Vampire Money: all over the place, drinks a lot but parties like a beast, has a Bowie obsession, likes driving fast and loud music

Na Na Na: really artistic, pansexual, likes to scream lyrics, rebel at heart, probably still wears bandanas, sunglasses and boots all day every  day, fuck the government

Cancer: is dying, will die, all of your friends will die, actually doesn’t have any friends, really depressed, in pain, martyr

S.I.N.G: activist, owns jeggins, would join an underground gang if they had the balls, likes neon things for some unknown reason

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville: loves zombies, probably owns a Hawaiian   shirt, really quiet and doesn’t talk much, hangs out in shopping centres/malls but never buys anything

Demolition Lovers: is probably part of an underground gang, has to go away for “work” a lot, has a shotgun in the trunk of their car, teal,  unrequited love

Helena: recent death in the family, super fucking dramatic, lots of makeup, always wears black (maybe some red), nail polish is always chipped, imagines/fantasises things that will never happen all the time

Teenagers:
super punk, goes to concerts all the time, will break shit just for fun, has authority issues, probably friends with a lot of delinquents, is a delinquent, doesn’t read books, drinks a lot

Famous Last Words:
is constantly having an existential crisis, really   committed when it comes to relationships, cowboy boots, goes outside at midnight for no reason

I Don’t Love You: always heartbroken, never cuts hair, plays guitar,  goes on road trips when things get difficult, super emotional, cries a lot

I’m Not Okay:
is still in high school, I don’t care if they’re 39  they’re still in high school, hates high school, does stupid shit all  the time because fuck it, high school, is not okay, is friends with  weird people, high school

Mama: PTSD, self deprecating, mama’s boy/girl/person, has a sick sense of humour, laughs manically for no reason, cutthroat

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison: probably gay, went to prison, had a fuck tonne of bitches (I’m kidding, they were actually the  bitch to a fuck tonne of other people), can’t adjust, has issues with  family

Headfirst for Halos: epic, is not okay, always trying to think  positively but is screaming inside, thinks about doing stupid shit all  the time (i.e. Putting a gun to their head)

Vampires Will Never Hurt You: screams a lot, has a vampire fettish, hates Twilight with a passion, has never gone outside, wouldn’t mind dying if I was a wooden stake to the heart, sucks dick

The Ghost of You:
fought in WWII, had a pretty girlfriend, wears round glasses with gold rims, is tall and lanky, has a brother, gets shot in  the chest, screams, dies

The Light Behind Your Eyes: is finding ways to deal with severe depression, cries a bit but quietly, reads a lot of books, all their friends are dead, trying to stay strong despite the fact they’re dying inside, sings like an angel

Give ‘em Hell Kid: lives life fast, probably has killed someone, wears red and like khaki green, shouts a lot, belongs in a 2005 MTV short, lives life on the edge, fatalistic

To The End: has read Dante’s Inferno, is a mafioso, fatalistic, has  probably organised the death of many people, likes to drink cyanide, sleeps a lot, owns diamond jewellery, likes cake

The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You: has no faith in life, likes western movies, will yell at you, has  applied for a license to kill, likes to sleep with people (like nap I  mean)

Thank You For The Venom: likes snakes, has probably almost OD’d, hates  the doctors, is stubborn, death obsessed, has probably stabbed someone, wears striped long sleeve t-shirts, hates running, hopes to be shot one day

Hang 'Em High: is death obsessed, clinically insane, screams a lot,  always makes a lot of aesthetic statements about things with black and  white connotations, Catholic, fuck off

It’s Not a Fashion Statement It’s a Fucking Death Wish: swears in front  of their parents, wears their mum’s clothes, is obsessed with killing  enemies, is always predicting their death to be soon.

Cemetery Drive: all too real, has a girlfriend, likes to hang out in  cemeteries, girlfriend has issues and ended her life, now has issues  because of it, drinks a lot, really fucking depressed

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living: is 100% a serial killer, sociopath, also has OCD, scary as shit

The End: is dying, but isn’t too sad, wishes to attend their own funeral  as a ghost, has no self confidence, can’t be fucking bothered growing  up, doesn’t give a shit, is very chill, wears yellow accessories

Dead!: Is dead, is having a party about being dead, wondering if all the  assholes in their life are in hell, no one actually likes them, laughs  at inappropriate moments, is a great dancer

This Is How I Disappear: really fucking dramatic, will be upset and   disappear if you break up with them, dramatic, is a part time satanist, will make a voodoo doll of you if you fuck with them, candles

The Sharpest Lives: goes out late at night, never showers, drinks   heavily, would probably go cannibal if it was legal, always in pain,   lives life on the fucking edge, will burn large objects, has sinus   issues

Disenchanted: is constantly torn, never actually cries, writes books,  likes to take chances, likes birds, got in trouble with the police for  some stupid but really fun shit, friends need to get their shit together  and learn a lesson

Bulletproof Heart: Gravity doesn’t mean to much to them, has self  confidence but not enough to stop running away, runs away a lot, wears  really funky colourful clothing, is very kind but misunderstood

Planetary GO!: goes to a lot of cool night clubs, knows how to fucking  party, is still very punk on the inside, sweats a lot (bc they dance a  lot), jumps up and down for no fucking reason

The Only Hope For Me Is You: is obsessed with being remembered, only has  one friend, is kinda depressed and really needs someone to hold onto,  but is also really questioning life and society, wants to run away to a  more aesthetic place

Party Poison: speaks fluent Japanese (cough I mean Weeaboo), watches a  lot of anime, loves Kpop and Jpop fashion, will party but goes to the  weirdest parties, dyes their hair, fuck the bullshit meaning of life  they do what they want

Save Yourself I’ll Hold Them Back: is a badass, known for being a  badass, stole your mum’s car and took you on the best date ever, wears a  lot of leather, ready for a fight, probably gets into a lot of fights  anyway, probably once looked like Danny from Greece

SCARECROW: is probably on LSD, smokes a lot of weed, is really chill,  too fucking chill, wears psychedelic t-shirts, is actually a  philosophical genius, reads a lot of poetry

Summertime: they might go outside if it’s summer, listens to music with  headphones on full blast, goes on the train a lot, likes to walk around  listening to music and pretends they’re making the aesthetic parts of  the music video they’re listening to, soft kitty

The Kids From Yesterday: is constantly nostalgic, loves Star Wars and  Queen, always having flashbacks, wears yellow and read things, feels  misunderstood, trying to figure out the meaning of life

Honey, This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough For The Two Of Us: likes Fall Out  Boy when they had long song titles, has issues, a lot of issues, ugly  screams a lot, doesn’t care, wears dark denim jackets, hates this girl  who fucked their brother

Drowning Lessons: has a lot of anxiety, constantly worried, always  running away from problems and situations, can’t swim, always has  regrets, has pink things

Our Lady Of Sorrows: was in a gang once, loves to get into switchblade fights, is really scary and bloodthirsty, believes in pagan gods, but   will protect you, blood blood blood.

Skylines and Turnstiles: saw 9/11 happen, life was changed because of  it, decided that they wanted to be in a band, made a band with brother  and his fren, got some dreadlocked weed smoking fanboy to join, the  drummer is an asshole x3, breaks up after 12 years, deems it to be a  good idea, scared of butane

This Is The Best Day Ever: this is the worst day ever, has no rhythm, is  really confused with what is going in, went to hospital a lot and hated  it, screams a bit, is a bit scared of needles, studded belts, suck dick

Cubicles: will die alone (or at least they think), hates their job, the  only thing that entertains them at work is people gossiping at the water  cooler, is actually having a severe existential crisis

Boy Division: is friends with people who would have a fucking rocking  funeral, stalks school girls, looks dead but only dresses that way,  likes to sing about California, paranoid all the time

Tomorrow’s Money: fell in love with a vampire, slightly aggressive, can  surf, stopped screaming three years ago, wants to be a doctor, hates   people who are thought of as heroes, ruined converses

AMBULANCE: screams in an aesthetically pleasing way, thinks you know  nothing, super weird, goes out after dark, likes to drive big cars,  wouldn’t mind driving, is super reliable even when they let you down

Gun.: was probably conscripted into the military, actually hates   violence and guns, wants to stay at home all the time, likes to call the  shots, owns an old uniform that they’ll never throw out

The World Is Ugly: likes Blade Runner and fairy lights, thinks weird  people are very beautiful, insanely observant of other people’s  behaviours, wears knee high socks and converses, hates the world because  it’s terrible

Kiss The Ring: belongs in an alternate universe where it’s still the  medieval time but rock bands exist, is probably a contract killer, likes  to overthrow the king every five years, has really fucked up logic  about why it’s okay to kill a lot of people, cutthroat

Make Rooom!!!!: probably goes to discos, does not panic at them,  actually has some self confidence but always gets into stupid situations  and flails, wears the tightest pants in the world, wears earrings with  crosses on them

Surrender the Night: constantly lonely, likes to drive long distances to  think, lost a loved one, has cool patches on their jacket, has been to  hospital twice, likes to listen to you, always keeps secrets unless you  fuck with them

Burn Bright
: likes going to the city just to look at all the lights,   walks around and thinks that certain things would look nice on Tumblr,   unstable, can be aggressive, very in tune with their surroundings, kind of a Buddhist

Common People: your average person, always struggling financially, wears  a lot of blue, always falls in love with shallow rich girls for no  reason, really just wants to live however the fuck they want

Every Snowflake Is Different: loves children’s TV shows, goes to the  snow every year, loves winter and hot chocolate, will cry if you take  their toys away, will be a good parent, too busy having fun to give a  fuck

Desolation Row: got beat up at school, is now in a cutthroat gang, spits  a lot, wears a lot of eyeliner, likes Grease but is also super punk  rock, hates wearing underwear, likes to break shit all the time

Desert Song: is recovering from a drug addiction, is still in a really  dark place, trying to stay strong, is questioning the meaning of life,  probably had teal roots at some stage

Black Dragon Fighting Society: drinks juice when they’re killing because  it’s fucking delicious, really likes dragons, reads too much, hates  society, would run away but that would mean no books and no juice so no  fucking way, likes hot pink and black

Zero Percent: hates everyone, would kill everyone, really hates people,  does whatever the fuck they want, will kill everybody, will put zero   effort into school or work, does their own thing.

Mastas of Ravenkroft: worried about growing old, has no self confidence,  will only have sex if the lights are turned off, feels very old at a  very young age because of shitty bones, also has no fucking chill

F.T.W.W.W.:
fuck society, is super digital, but also really retro,   always tells people to kiss their ass, lives in a futuristic society,   likes robots, has a licking fettish, likes to destroy shit, will   probably spit randomly

We Don’t Need Another Song About California: Summertime’s long lost  twin, really doesn’t give a shit about California, but likes the sun,  probably lives in Florida, hates magazines, probably has a fake name,  thinks that nothing matters

All The Angels: is dying, has minutes left, girlfriend has issues   because she’s a little risky, everything has gone wrong, everyone is   upset, probably died three years ago, never went to heaven, likes pretty  flowers and dead things

Romance:
a complete and utter 1800s Romantic, has probably ready  Frankenstein, wants to go on epic journeys, never showers, likes spices,  old fashioned, would probably get into the steampunk fashion thing

Blood: is forever in the 1920s, was a war hero but hates themself,  laughs manically sometimes, has a thing for blood but hates vampires,  90% human wreckage, 23% awful fuck, 8% bad at math, 14% clueless

~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART TWELVE

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“Oh, Jungkook! Hey!” You gave a weak smile and waved your hand. You then noticed Y/F/N standing behind him, an amused look on her face. Of course she was here.

Giving a confused wave back, he asked again, “Did you want to tell me something?”

Jimin nudged you with his elbow while Taehyung looked at you with side eyes, signaling you to speak. Shaking your head, you chuckled, “Nope.”

“You sure? I thought I heard you say–”

“Kookie, she said no. Can we go now, please?” Y/F/N whined, tugging at Jungkook’s long sleeved shirt. You remembered that shirt. That was the shirt he wore when you two got pizza one night on a quest to find his pen pal. You were both laughing at something silly and he ended up with lemonade all over it. You mentally shook your head at the wrong timing for remembering a nice memory.

“Y/F/N,” Jungkook sighed. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you were no longer frowning. He seemed annoyed. 

“Well? Tell him Y/N, you don’t have anything to say,” Y/F/N gestured you to continue. 

Just as you were about to speak, Jimin interjected. “And if I remember, it was Jungkook asking the question, not you, bitch.” 

You gaped at what Jimin said while Jungkook shouted, “Hyung!”

You looked at Y/F/N who was red in the face and staring straight at you. Don’t you dare, she spoke with her beady eyes.

“Go on, Y/N, tell him,” Taehyung urged, pushing you froward towards Jungkook. He adjusted the beanie on his head, looking between the three of you, confused as hell. 

“Tell me what?”

You looked down and Jimin sighed. If you weren’t going to tell him, he was. “That that girl over there? Yeah, she isn’t your pen pal!”

Jungkook flicked his eyes toward Y/F/N, who placed a hand on her heart as if accused of murder. 

“How can you say that? She is.”

“Really, and when was the last time you actually texted her through the pen pal email, hm?”

“Not since I got her number but–”

“Try it, then. Text her. See if Y/F/N’s phone dings,” Taehyung crossed his arms, staring at the phone in Jungkook’s hand. Boys, what are you doing, you thought.

“Why would I need to prove that? She knows me like my pen pal knows me.”

“But does she act the same way? Certain obvious compatible aspects of your pen pal, she might act like. But really, if you met her without knowing she was your pen pal, would you believe that? I don’t think so. And I don’t think you do either. There’s something off about her, right? She’s too…forced.” Jimin gazed over at you. You were fiddling with your fingers avoiding eye contact with Jungkook.

“What are you saying?”

“That she’s not your pen pal! She’s not the girl you’ve grown to like so much!” Taehyung sighed, exasperated. “Just text her.”

Jungkook began to unlock his phone, eyes flickering to you. What did you have to do with all of this? Was it because Y/F/N was your friend?

He typed a simple message and heard the send sound from his phone. Closing your eyes in anticipation, you waited.

Then, your phone dinged.

All eyes were on you and you slowly reached into your back pocket. Turning on the phone the name, ‘Jungkookieeeee’ was seen with his message underneath. It was a simple question mark. 

Looking back up at Jungkook, you could only say two words, “I’m sorry,” and rushed out like your life depended on it. Why were you so cowardly sometimes? Why did you always run away from your problems in hopes of them never following you?


Jungkook watched as you shoved past him, his hand nearly grabbing your wrist but you slipped away. His heart shattered.

“There. Now you know,” Jimin said. 

“I’m gonna go find Y/N,” Taehyung spoke, softly, and swiftly left the library.

“It was Y/N?” Was the first thing to exit Jungkook’s mouth. Then it struck him as if it were obvious. Both you and his pen pal understood him in ways nobody else has. When others would make fun, you’d comfort. Sure, Y/F/N had that sarcastic nature that his pen pal had, a quite forced one, but she was no you.

You did it without even trying. You were witty and never failed to make him laugh, even while he was in distress. Then he realized, once he let you go, he didn’t do much laughing anymore. Most of the laughs he shared with Y/F/N were fake and forced, almost like he wanted them to be true since she was his pen pal after all. 

“It was this whole time,” Jimin confirmed. Then Jungkook became angry. Turning to Y/F/N who looked terrified, he fumed “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Kookie,” She pleaded, reaching for his hand, which he yanked back. 

“No. How could you do that to not only me, but Y/N, your own friend?”

“How could you be defending her right now!? Either way she lied to you!”

“And you think if she told me the truth when she was ready that I wouldn’t accept it? That no matter what, I would hate her? I know Y/N. I’ve known Y/N for months. I know every habit, every small detail she probably doesn’t know about herself. And you think I’d let that–her–go because she failed to give me information? Sure, I wanted it bad as hell, but there’s two of us. She wasn’t ready and if I got mad, I would be being selfish. I have no right to be angry when she was uncomfortable with me knowing who she was. And here I am, in loss of one of my best friends. Hell, I was in love with her!”

It was then, Jungkook realized, just how much he cared for you. Not only in a way of a best friend. No, he cared about you a lot more than that. He used to want nothing more than for you to be in his arms. He wanted to be the reason you were smiling and laughing. 

And now he’s done the opposite. He pushed you away and caused you so much pain and loneliness. Oh, how much he wanted to go back to that first night when you were cuddled on your bed in your dorm room, unaffected to what was going on this moment. He wanted to hold you tighter than he ever did, bury his head in your neck, and never let go.

“You–you were?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook continued, “I was starting to even forget about my pen pal. I just used her as an excuse to hang out with Y/N. I don’t think you understand what you ripped from me. I betrayed her. She wanted to explain but it was because of you she couldn’t. She was so terrified of what you could do, what lies you would tell me, that she stayed quiet and allowed her to be used. She was suffering and it was all because of me,” Jungkook let out a breath of air.

“Even after lying to you, you’d still run back to her?” Y/F/N muttered.

“In a heartbeat.”

“I–I’m sorry. For everything.” 

“A simple sorry isn’t going to cut it for you. I don’t even know who you are. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my girl.”


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Part 13???👀(now that you’ll have to wait until possibly tmm forrrr)

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Summary: Steve just can’t help himself when it comes to you. 

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,147

A/N: Finally! My first Steve fic! I hope I did my baby justice, and let me know what you guys think! | masterlist

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