your face is so stupid i will punch it

Five Seconds (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: When you confessed to Richie, you got the expected response, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben. Things sort of…escalate from there.

Warnings: Cussing and Kissing. (oh no, not kissing! *parents screaming, children crying, Ohio catches on fire*) This is a request. DON’T HESITATE TO SEND IN REQUESTS. (Don’t send in like 50 tho. I still need sleep.)

Word Count: 1,697


“Can I t-talk to you.”

Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You glance over Richie’s shoulder to see Beverly shoot you a thumbs up. “I’ve been, well- It was Beverly’s idea! But for a while now…” You stumbled over words, trying to soften the embarrassing blow of ‘I have a crush on you’.

“I like you!” You blurt, deciding to get it over with. “I l-like you as more than a friend.”

There’s a moment of silence in which you count the seconds that painfully tick by.

One. Richie’s mouth opens and closes, you can see his eyes dart to the other boys. They’re whooping and hollering, pushing him and giggling like idiots.

Two. You can feel the headrush hit you hard, along with waves of nausea.

Three. Teasing smiles stay on the boys’ faces, but Beverly’s melts off. She knows. She knows what’s going to happen.

Four. Richie’s ears turn fire hydrant red as you grow pale and faint. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. You close your eyes, wishing they’d stop. There would be nothing to celebrate.

Five. “I’m s-sorry…”

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evidence that david wymack is the best character in this entire series, part i

part ii, part iii

The Foxhole Court

  • “I want my subs at the wall cheering them on, but if you trip up a referee, I will cut you.”
  • “Watch me beam with pride. It’s not your job to take care of yourself anymore.”
  • Wymack sliced a hand across his throat and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Neil hoped he was right in translating it as “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
  • “Do you have any idea how much I hate coming home and finding you in my apartment?”
  • Wymack only recruited athletes from broken homes. His decision to turn the Foxhole Court into a halfway house of sorts was nice in theory, but it meant his players were fractured isolationists who couldn’t get along long enough to get through a game.
  • “Are you done wasting my oxygen yet?”
  • “Kevin, wake that dingbat without getting punched in the face.”
  • “You have five seconds to get your retarded psycho ass to my apartment! You even think about telling me no and I swear to god I’ll throw Kevin’s contract down the garbage disposal.”
  • “Your opinion has been noted and dismissed,” Wymack said. “Anything else, or are you going to start signing stuff?”
  • “I am going to drop you off at the dorm and spend the rest of the day drinking. Damage control can wait until tomorrow.”
  • “Kevin, you’re out if your hand so much as itches. Don’t be stupid tonight.”
  • “Coach Wymack was the only one I could think of turning to, and he didn’t disappoint me.”
  • Wymack snapped his fingers in front of Andrew’s face, trying to get Andrew to look at him instead of Neil.
  • “Damn it all to hell. Hemmick! You were supposed to wake them up ten miles ago.”
  • “Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It’s about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than anyone else wanted to give you.”
  • “We saw their files,” Wymack said. “We chose you.”
  • “Breaking news: I don’t care.”
  • Neil wasn’t quite ready to face Andrew yet and he didn’t want to deal with this teammate’s curiosity over his prolonged absence, so he went to Wymack’s apartment instead.
  • “When I said Abby and I would look out for you, I didn’t mean you should pick a fight with Riko on national television,” Wymack said. “Should I have spelled that out beforehand?”

and my personal favorite for last

  • “God damn it, Minyard. This is why we can’t have nice things.”

I’ve always loved writing since I was little. I love writing stories, articles, poems, but I never kept a diary because I think it made me feel obligated to write everyday. Every time I started one, the entry would turn out something like “went to the market today. I really wanted to buy a toy but just did yesterday. Anyway, I think Brittany lied to me about her dating Jem”

Then I started high school and, well, let’s just say I needed to get things out somewhere before I become my own version of 2007’s Britney Spears. A journal is actually a really great getaway from all the sickening routines. You get to be entirely you, and nobody will say anything about what you think and what you write. Not to mention it’s very therapeutic and helps keeping your sanity.

I know a lot of people who want to start a journal but are not sure what to write or where to start from. So that is why, ladies and gents, I’m here to give you a lil help on that matter.

1.       Be As Blunt, Angry, or Happy

You’re fighting with your friend and you think they’re stupid? Jot that down. You think your math score doesn’t do you justice? Write about it. You got a new set of Crayolas and are very excited about it? Write it down too. It does feel a little weird at first, I did feel that too, but trust me you would feel a lot better and relieved after you finish an entry. Remember, nobody’s going to read it so if you didn’t have the chance to punch that one friend in the face, do it now. Mentally. Better to stay out of jail, right?

2.       No Schedule Needed

You don’t need to write an entry every single day. I never do mine regularly, but I try to keep it at least once or twice a week to make sure that I don’t leave it way behind. However, DO NOT go through 2 weeks without a single entry, the longer you don’t write, the more you feel like you can go miles without touching it. This would beat the purpose of starting a journal in the first place.

3.       Get Creative

You can be as creative and wild in your journal! Find some inspiration from youtube, tumblr, or pinterest and splatter some paints. It doesn’t have to be neat or have a deep meaning, just do some art when you DO feel inspired. You can also attach some memories like amusement park tickets, postcards, stamps, and many other things.

4.       It’s Not Meant to be “Photogenic”

Or you can make it as photogenic as you want it to be. Just remember that not every single page has to be colorful, has lots of drawings and Shakespeare’s poems on it. You see these journaling accounts all around tumblr and think “how do they make it so artsy?”. I’m pretty sure even those accounts have silly drawings and memes somewhere between those pages. When you start a journal, some pages might only have words upon words on white paper, some pages might have unfinished sketches. Don’t (just) do it for aesthetic. Do it because it takes off your negative vibes and brings positivity toward you.

5. Just Start.

Seriously. The more you procrastinate, the more you’ll think ‘nah I don’t need it anyway’. The ultimate guide is to start somewhere.

Whatever you write down, they don’t have to be interesting or mind-blowing. Some people think their lives are boring and not journal-worthy. Well, I write about Starbucks’ caramel frappe and trips to the nearest market while all these people are writing about their freaking road trip to another planet. No lives are boring. There will always be something to write about. If you’re still having a writer’s block, then I gotcha. Here’s a list of things you can put on your journal:

-Dream you had last night
-Letters to somebody
-A letter to your younger/future self
- Songs you need to download
- Answer your own questions
- 13 reasons why. Ex: Why you should get over that one ex, Why you love your best friend, etc
- Things you’ve learned today ( I do this a lot. It’s a great way to self-exam)
- Favorite things
-Things you regret buying (also a great self-examination)
- New words + definitions
- Morning/midnight ramblings
- Reviews of books/movies
- What would you be doing in 10 years
- Write about your Hogwarts’ house or MBTI personality

Sooo
This might not be a huge help, but I love sharing things and I find journaling to be very helpful for a lot of things.

Do you guys keep a journal? If so, what do you usually write about?

Have another of my founders headcanons

In relation to this post

OKAY, SO. LET’S HAVE A TALK ABOUT HELGA HUFFLEPUFF. BECAUSE. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY.

Here’s the thing; in my head, Helga Hufflepuff has always been a soldier. Yes, she’s kind and fair, but she also knows when a good hex or a punch in the face is the only solution. This does not happen often. She’s friendly and accepting and patient. But when someone threatens her friends, or her family, or her students, that someone better be prepared to have her wand aimed at them. Or better yet, a sword. Use what you know and all that, and while she’s great with her hexes and curses and even some charms used in a way her old mentor would definitely not have approved of, there’s just something incredibly satisfying in meeting someone sword to sword. She and Godric spars every now and then, though it’s clear he’s more of a dueler than a soldier. But Helga. Helga joined the war when she was 15, and she never regretted it. It was grueling, and it was painful, and she watched so many of her companions fall. But she joined for a reason – to protect (her family, her little nephews and nieces and all the children of her village) and to, one day, try and change the world enough that war wouldn’t be necessary. She fought for years, rising in rank as fewer and fewer of her friends were left, and she refused to give up. This was for the children. This was for the future.

When she was 23, she became general. And at 24, the war finally ended. And then she had to find something else to do.

She went back to her village, to the little houses and fields and her family. And for a while she was content, but not for long. She wanted to do something, because that was the reason she joined the war in the first place. For change. She wanted peace, and quiet, and a place to call home. But when she had it, she realized she only knew how to fight. And she was not going to accept that.

She went to find her old mentor, an aging wizard who kept forgetting his wand in odd places but who also knew a lot of spells and had more magical books than she had seen anywhere else in her life (later, when she met Rowena Ravenclaw and saw her collection, she would stare at it for ten minutes and then just go “nope” and walk out of the room). She asked him to teach her as much as he could. What he’d taught her before she left for the army was useful, but if she was gonna change the world she needed more.

He listened to her, listened to her reasons and her dreams and then he sat her down with a cup of tea and started talking about magical theory. Most of her went over her head. She listened anyway.  And she kept coming back. And when she realized how many children he’d helped out through the years (her among them), she asked him about that. He started spouting even more magical theory. And she kept listening. And when it was over and he said he couldn’t teach her anymore, she knew more about accidental magic and magical cores than she thought possible. And she was satisfied, because this was what she needed to know. Something that could help. Something that could change a life, or two, or a hundred, if you only had the people to teach it to. This was for the children. This was for the future.

And then she met two wizards and a witch, constantly bickering and joking and everything in between. And the wanted to start a magic school. Of course she went with them. It was the purpose she had been looking for. It was a way to do what she’d always dreamt of.

They started planning how to do it, and moved into Godric’s family castle up in Scotland. As they decided to split the students into four groups, Helga started to get irritated. She had spent half her life fighting a war, she knew that you couldn’t always get the brave or the smart or the cunning. You had to use the resources that were available. Anyone could become a good soldier (or student, she supposed) if they were trained properly. 

She was a general, and she’d take anyone who wanted to learn. She was a soldier, and she’d take anyone who would work hard, because that’s all you need to change the world. She was a 15 year old girl who joined the army, and she remembered what it was like when people judged you for your bravery, for your intelligence, for your strength. She was a 26 year old veteran, and she would punch anyone who said you couldn’t learn because of something as stupid as who you are. In the face. They’d deserve it, for implying that her students weren’t good enough.


@egdramaqueen I said it “needs a bit of polishing” which apparently means I sit here and write another 700 words into it in less than an hour, so here it is. I finished it.

Mental health

My principal/head teacher spoke in our whole school assembly today, he referred to mental illness’ as ‘mental infections’ and then said that if we don’t look at things on the internet that relate to sad things noone will have 'mental infections’. I wanted to punch him in the face at that moment. For example if I had anorexia it’s most probably because I hate my appearance and think I’m fat, I could stop looking at skinny girls on the internet AND STILL HAVE BLOODY ANOREXIA! I just wanted to say if you have never been through a mental illness (which he obviously has never had otherwise he wouldn’t say something so stupid) then don’t give advice when you have no clue what your on about. Mental illness’ aren’t something that people can control straight away. Again with depression I’m not going to get automatically better by not going on the internet. This makes me so angry.

- Foreveralonelyangel (via: @foreveralonelyangel)

Monsta X Mafia Reaction: When they see someone flirting with their girlfriend

|||Anon asked: Can I request a mafia au x Monsta X where they are very overprotective of their s/o and see someone flirting with her|||


Wonho/Shin Hoseok

Originally posted by wonhontology

He would pull you to him, ordering his men to take care of this guy.

“I don’t want to even as much as see him near her again.”


Shownu/Son Hyunwoo

Originally posted by wonhontology

He would watch the situation unfold from a distance before taking action.

“What the hell is that guy thinking? Even seeing him this close to her disgusts me.”


Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by wullahs

He would become scary well he is scary already but you get what I mean.

“I give this guy 5 seconds to get out of here before I shoot him in his manhood…”


Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by 1wice

He would approach you two immediately and wrap his arm around your waist.

“I’m sorry but do you really think you can just come up and start talking to her like that?”


Chae Hyungwon

Originally posted by monbeboo

He would put his gun against the guy’s, who dared flirt with you, head.

“You either continue flirting and I kill you or you get out of here and I kill you anyway.”


I.M/Lim Changkyun

Originally posted by garisanee

He would straight up come up to this person and punch him in the face.

“She’s mine, how many more men do I have to tell that?”


Lee Jooheon

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

He would start laughing when he saw what was happening.

“So there are still people stupid enough to try that?”

Hail Brodin!

Our party has just walked into the village of Bergmitia where we have seen the very swole inhabitants checking out each other’s muscles and slapping each other on the ass. We hear an occasional shout of ‘hail Brodin’. Our cleric dwarf sees these rituals(and having never heard of bro’s before outside of game) and decides to greet them in kind.
CD: I slap the nearest one on the ass and ask ‘who’s in charge here?’
Dm: the man turns towards you and says 'Bro, do I know you, Brah?’ In a hostile tone
CD: take me to your leader.
Dm: Brah, no one is in charge here except the word of Brodin. Hail Brodin! Various inhabitants chorus back the cheer.

CD and the NPC go back and forth for a bit, DC getting increasingly irate with being called a bra.
DC: I punch him in the face
Dm: roll for strength
DC: *rolls a 1* I reach out and lightly stroke
Dm interrupts: you are a dwarf so his crotch is directly in front of you
DC: Turn your head and cough
NPC: Brah, why didn’t you say so earlier? Brodin accepts all!

Later, after convincing the town to drink themselves stupid, we are looking for somewhere to sleep for the night
DC and I: let’s take one of their houses!
Same NPC: 'Bros, you can stay with me!’
DC: alright, but I’m taking the bed
NPC: That’s fine, there’s room for both of us.
Dm: As you settle in for a sleep you feel NPC slowly put his arms around you. You are the little spoon.

Seeing Red (Harry Hook X Reader)

A/N: This is my first imagine so I hoped you guys like it! Let me know what you think! (P.s - I feel like I got slightly too into this and might have got a little carried away)
Words 2896
Requested: Yes!

Prompt: #10
A: (whispering to B) I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…
B: (whispering to A) Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…C is leaving anyway
C: ( kisses D)
B: Well shit
A: (to B) hold my hoops I’m going in (takes out ear rings) LISTEN UP BITCHES!


You had never really realised how much you hated the word “Princess” until the VK’s arrived from the isle. Sure, before they came, the title had been thrown around to stop you from participating in the sports you wanted, and you had become accustomed to hearing the phrases ‘Princess’ don’t fight", ‘Princess’ don’t swear" or “Princess’ don’t take their anger out on other people” whenever you let the ladylike persona everybody expected from you slip. You weren’t like the rest of the kids in Auradon, your parents Tiana and Naveeen may have been King and Queen, but they had raised you to be down to earth, giving you the normal life you craved now you were at Auradon Prep. Everything you wanted, you used to have to work for. That’s how it was and that’s how you liked it, there was no way you were going to be the snotty spoilt stereotype of a princess. You were far too feisty to simply sit on a thrown , quietly ignoring all that was going on in the world, so your heart hurt when the only classes you were allowed to take at Auradon were Sewing and Embroidery, Royal Etiquette and a whole host of other obnoxiously regal subjects. It really wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you protested “peacefully” to take chemistry and fencing lessons like the rest of the kids. It was safe to say you had always disliked the word princess but you never realised it could be used as an insult until the children of the villains arrived.

“Have any of you guys seen Harry?” You asked, pulling a chair beside Uma and Gil in the cafeteria. You had become unlikely friends with the pirates since they got there, despite what the other AK’s thought about them.
“No, actually. We were about to ask you the same thing” Uma said, setting down her sandwich and turning towards you.
You gave her a puzzled look. The first mate was never far away from his Captain so it was alarming that none of you could place where the red cladded pirate had gone.
“Is it just me or has he been disappearing a lot lately?” You said, your mind drifting to recall the last time you actually saw Harry.
The two of you had a very strange relationship, it was apparent to everyone you were completely infatuated with each other and at times you almost acted like a couple, yet somehow nothing had happened. You weren’t together but you weren’t not. You weren’t dating, but you weren’t single.
“Maybe he’s not disappearing, maybe he’s just invisible!” Gil exclaimed, throwing down the hard boiled egg he was peeling.
Uma raised an eyebrow at him.
“What guys? I’m completely serious. He’s spending all that time with Mal, maybe he got her to do a spell and now he’s…”
He was jabbed in the ribs by Uma before he could finish.
“Wait, he’s spending time with Mal? Mal? I thought they hated each other.” You said, a very evident bitter tone in your voice.
Uma leaned forwards, slamming her hands on the table as she spoke.
“Precisely what I thought. Clearly he’s forgot about the whole shrimp incident” You shot her a sympathetic look. “But I wouldn’t worry about it Y/N, he was just getting homework answers the last time they were together”.
You relaxed and exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Harry wasn’t about to go running off into the sunset with the purple haired villain which suited you just fine.
“It’s not like I care too much anyway” you lied, which seemed to amuse both Gil and Uma. “I just wanted to ask him about… You know tonight”
“Tonight? What do you want to do tonight? If you’re finally going on a date you’ll have to re-schedule it Y/N! It’s Cortillion and we have to go! Ben made it a rule” Gil rambled before he eventually caught on, smiling to himself that he had figured it out. “Oh! I get it. You want to go to with him.”
“Hate to break it to you Y/N but I don’t think Harry would be seen dead at Cortillion” Uma said giggling slightly
“Yeah me neither, but I didn’t think he’d be seen dead with the daughter of Maleficent a minute ago, so maybe Hook’ll surprise us.”
“Well well well sweetheart” You felt two hands cover your eyes from behind you, two strong arms resting on your shoulders and a familiar accent interrupting your thought process “Who exactly am I supposed to be surprising?”
“Harry! So glad that you could join us” you said with a hint of sarcasm, grabbing his hand and pulling him in to sit beside you.
“Careful darling. It almost sounded like ye missed me” he said with a smirk, wrapping his arm around your waist. You swatted him away playfully.
“You wish” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry ignored you, placing his arm over your shoulder. Uma tutted.
“What did I miss?” He said.
“Well Y/N was just saying how much she wants to go to Cor…” Gil began
“THE WAFFLE HUT! Yeah, the waffle hut. I was just saying I how wanted to go to the waffle hut.” You interrupted before Gil could do any more damage.
If Harry had wanted to go to Cortilion with you he would have asked, clearly he didn’t want you to be his date you thought.
“Y/N? But you just said…”
“I just said nothing Gil” I hissed, kicking his shin under the table slightly.
“Ow!” He said making you roll your eyes “But your gluten intolerant Y/N, you can’t eat anything at the Waffle Hut anyway. Why would you want to go th…”
“Gil. Zip it’ said Uma, unamused.
“The Waffle Hut eh?” Asked Harry, chuckling slightly. You nodded your head in response, slightly too vigorously for what would have been considered a normal response, and shoved a couple of fries in your mouth to stop you from saying anything else stupid. “That’s a real shame sweetheart, 'cos I was just about to ask ye to Cortillion”. He winked at you. You nearly choked on your fries.
“You’ll actually come!” You said excitedly.
“I know how much those silly little dances mean to ye. So if it keeps the pretty pink princess happy, I’m in.” You, frowned at him, pretending to be offended but burst out into a huge grin.
“Harry Hook, I want to punch you in the face and kiss you at the same time” You ruffled his hair slightly and kissed his cheek.
“Geez!” Uma groaned. “You two are sickening”


“This is not what I had in mind”
You were stood by the punch table, sulking beside Uma, your arms crossed scowling at the couples slow dancing on the dance floor.
“This is exactly why I hate dances. Look Y/N, we can just leave. How about I go steal you those waffles you wanted”
“It’s not the waffles I want” I hissed glaring at Harry as he walked about the room.
It had started off so well. You collected you dress from Evie and forced Harry into an all black suit and shirt ensemble giggling at how much he looked like a prince. Less than impressed with the royalty comment, Harry refused to turn up without his hook, so you found yourself laughing at the boy for most of the night as he attempted to juggle all of your drinks single handedly. Everything was going perfectly, until Harry practically dropped you when Mal asked whether he would dance with her. You stood, with your mouth gaping open like a fish as Harry traced his hook along the outline of her face, until Uma and Gil had pull you away from the two of them.

“I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…” You were crushing the plastic cup of punch in your hand, causing the liquid to spill everywhere.
“Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…Harry’s is leaving anyway” Uma said, taking the cup from your hand.
She was right, Harry was weaving his way through the crowd back towards us, his usual cocky smirk on his face, his arms swinging beside him. You felt the knot of anxiousness in your stomach diminish. You were just over reacting. Then Harry came to a holt, a purple manicured hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. Before anybody could comprehend what was going on, Mal had pulled Harry towards her, locking lips, her hands working their way up to his hair.
“Well shit” Uma whispered
Suddenly, the room felt dizzyingly small, all the air knocked out of your lungs. It took all but a second for you to process what had happened. She kissed him, she fucking kissed him. The overwhelming feeling of betrayal and hurt was replaced with something much more dangerous. Hatred.
“Hold my hoops!” You growled quietly, pulling the pearl encrusted earrings from your ears and dumping them in Uma’s hand “I’m going in…”

Harry pulled away from Mal as quickly as he could, pushing her chest away from him with enough force to send her flying backwards.
“What the fuck did ye do that for?” He glanced nervously to the sidelines only to be met with your glare, a mixture of sadness and pure anger. He gulped. He had fucked up
Before anybody could restrain you, you marched passed Harry and Mal to the podium at the front of the dance floor, climbing the stairs to where the microphone was.
“Y/N look, listen to me…” Harry tried to pull you back, trying to hold onto your arm.
“Get your hands off me Hook” you spat.
“Y/N I…”
“It’s fine I get how it is” You tapped on the microphone a couple of times to check that it was working. “LISTEN UP BITCHES!” You screamed down the PA system.
“Oh this can’t be good” said Gil whilst being pulled by Uma to the front of podium where a small crowd had gathered.
“I just wanted to check where the fuck Prince Ben was when his supposed girlfriend decided to make out with my boyfriend!” You yelled. You saw the gasps and shocked faces in your ever growing audience and the horrified look from the Prince as you spoke. You refused to relent.
“Oh I’m sorry,” snapped Mal, parting the crowd of people and making her way towards you. “I didn’t realise you were a couple. How long have you been together again?”.
Her voice sounded sweet enough and to those watching the question appeared innocent, but the gleam of bitterness in her eyes said otherwise. She knew how the complicated relationship between you and Harry was. The little bitch.
“Well … Actually .. You see…” You stuttered not entirely sure how to explain yourself.
“Exactly! The villain plays the victim so well.” Mal cut in before you could finish. “Now run along little princess and play tea parties with your stuffed toys before I turn you into a toad”
“Mal, what are you saying? Why are you acting like this?” You heard Evie whisper to her, trying to get her to back down.
Princess, that stupid word again. It was as if it was synonymous for weak. You clenched your fists, that was the last straw.
“Princess?” You laughed coldly “No bitch, Queen”.
You started to square up to her, ignoring which ever random person was tugging on your arm to get you away. This is not how anybody expected Cortillion to go.
“Oh please, what are you going to do? Throw a tiara at me?”
“No but I certainly wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a nine inch heel to the face” You screamed, pulling the shoes from your feet before a figure grabbed you from behind.
You secretly hoped it was Harry and were slightly more than disappointed when Ben hauled you backwards and attempted to restrain you. Jay grabbed hold of Mal and by the way he scowled at her, it was pretty evident he was on your side too.


“I bet you’re just so smug aren’t you Y/N?”
“I literally have no idea what you mean!”
“The only reason I kissed Harry was because of you and Ben!”
“Ben?” You asked completely puzzled.
“Don’t think I don’t know. There’s something going on between you two”
Whatever situation the girl was insinuating was news to you. The moment the Prince’s name was muttered, Harry shoved his way threw to the podium, as angry as you had been a moment earlier. He glared at Ben who, unfortunately due to the circumstance, currently had his arms wrapped around you.
“Oh and the plot thickens” Gil whispered almost excitedly to Uma.
She hit the son of Gaston in the stomach, sending him a dirty look, and charged towards the podium too.


“What do ye think yeh doing with my girl there princey boy” he snarled, making his way slowly towards Ben, who was still holding me back, pointing his hook threateningly at his face. “Weren’t content enough with your whole bloody kingdom that you had to take the one thing that mattered the most to me?”
Your mouth dropped open. Was he talking about you? You began to panic when he rested the tip of the hook on Ben’s nose.
“Harry! Back off!” You yelled at the pirate, not too keen at watching your friend get hooked right in front of you.
“A pirate wasn’t good enough for ye was it eh? Had to get yourself a prince?”
“Harold - bloody - Hook! For godsake! I don’t give two shits about Ben!” You yelled before spinning your head around to speak to Ben, who for some unbeknownst reason still thought it was a good idea to be holding you. “No offence”
“None taken” he replied.
“Mal, I assure you nothing has ever happened between me and Ben.” You said before chuckling a little “In fact the only time we ever really speak is at events where are parents have to be civil.”
You saw the girl relax a little and appear somewhat guilty. “He loves you” You added.
Ben finally got the message and let you go, running towards Mal and hugging her and dragging her away from the crowd. She mouthed 'I’m sorry’ to you as she walked away, which made you roll your eyes. Typical. The crowd eventually began to dissipate, leaving you and the pirate to awkwardly stare at each other.


“You know you are so hot when yeh angry Y/N” said Harry taking a step towards you and attempting to wrap you into an embrace. You pushed him away.
“I’m not talking to you Harry”
“Y/N”
“No”
“Y/N!”
“You still kissed her Harry! It doesn’t change anything.”
“Actually, sweetheart she kissed me”
“Don’t you sweetheart me Hook. You threatened the fucking King!” You snapped walking back up the staircase, attempting to leave the disaster of the dance.
“And you tried to attack a lady of the court princess, but ye don’t see me screaming at yeh!” He replied, running a couple of stairs a head of you and blocking your path.
“You’re screaming at me now Harry!”
“Because yeh not listening to me!” He put his hand to your face but you snatched it away.
“Because you’re being a dick!”
“No, you’re being a dick!” He took a step downwards so you were both stood on the same ledge.
“I am not! Clearly you’re the di…”
Before you could finish, Harry let go of his hook, placing both of his hands either side of your head, ignoring the clanging sound of metal as he pulled you towards him. He didn’t even pause for a split second, his mouth colliding with yours, leaving you no time to react. Suddenly he was kissing you like he was afraid to continue and afraid to stop all at the same time. His lips were surprisingly warm and soft, fierce yet powerful, but you were stunned, paralyzed almost. That’s when he pulled away.
“I’m sorry… I … I shouldn’t have done th..”
It was your turn to cut him off. You grabbed the front of his shirt and didn’t let go, your lips crashing together messily. All you could taste was Harry, spearmint and sea salt, as you moved your hands to his shoulders, then the back of his neck, then his hair. Neither knew who was breathing for who, his lips hot and strong against yours, his hands snaking around your waist. You eventually broke the kiss and you stood their, grinning at each other as you felt a weight lifted off both of your shoulders. Your forehead and noses were still touching, your hands flat against Harry’s chest, his hands gripping too tightly on your hips.
“I think I love you Y/N” he breathed.
“You think. Gee thanks” You joked, nuzzling your face into his neck.
“Yeh never know when to shut yeh mouth now do yeh?” Harry laughed quietly, moving your face away to look him in the eye..“I love yeh Y/N Y/L/N”
“I love you Harry Hook”. You kissed his cheek “But this still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a dick”

Jeff Atkins - One Shot

A/N: Please forgive me but this is extremely long. I wanted it to read out like the show where Hannah is the narrator but the flashbacks/events are from the reader’s perspective - kinda like when Clay was reliving them if that makes sense.

Let me know how you like it!

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Hannah

Y/N, I can count all of the times I ran into you on my fingers but yet you left a lasting impression. You and Jeff were the envy of the school. The cheerleader and the all-star jock. There was nothing cuter than when the two of you were together. Your locker was 4 away from mine and there wasn’t a day I didn’t see him meet you there before each class. I envied you so much. Both of you. You had it all. Love. Popularity. Friendship. You were good at everything you tried to do, and you were still some of the sweetest, kind-hearted people, I’d ever met -

 

You

“Dang, you’re looking extra fine today, baby.” Jeff said, coming up behind you to press a kiss on the back of your head before leaning against the locker next to yours.

 “Not as fine as Angie’s lips though, right?” You returned hotly, continuing to look through the mess of papers to see if you could find your chemistry study guide.

 It took him a moment to process what you’d just said and he immediately straightened up. “What?”

 “That’s what you said to Angie in the library right?” You slammed your locker shut, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “If she’s what you want then be my guest.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You know you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted since 8th grade. I was just congratulating her, that’s all baby. Besides you got best face and best legs. I’m sure you’ve gotten a few compliments today.”

His lips pressed playful kisses along the side your neck, nuzzling his face in your hair to make you laugh. As much as you wanted to stay mad, it was hard when he was just so damn cute.

“Besides - since when do you get jealous?” He asked, with an innocent smile on his face. Then in a moment of recognition, his eyes widened. “Uh-oh. Are you on your period? Is that why you’re so emotional?”

You’d known Jeff since the sixth grade and had been dating since the 8th, by sophomore year of high school, he was practically an expert at reading you and making things better. Lowering your head, you nodded it slowly.

“Awh baby.” He pouted his lips, lowering them to kiss yours. “It’s your lunch period right? Let’s go get you some chocolate from the vending machine. My treat.”

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his torso to hug him tightly. “Well aren’t you my knight in shining armor.”

“You’re damn right I am.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head.

With his arm thrown over over your shoulder, you walked down the hallway together. Clay and Hannah were talking by the his locker and you both smiled at them.

 “Jensen!” Jeff nodded his head at Clay, the smaller man awkwardly smiling and giving a wave.

“Hey Hannah.” You smiled. “I love those boots.”

She looked down at her shoes then up at you with a genuine, touched smile, saying thank you before you and Jeff disappeared around the corner.

 “That kid has the biggest crush on her.” Jeff said, looking down at you.

“If only he had the balls to do something about it.”

 

Hannah

You had no idea how much something so small had meant to me. You didn’t know about the shitty day I’d had. You didn’t know about how hard I’d had things lately. You didn’t say it to get something out of it. You were genuine and nice  and it helped a lot that day.

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Hannah

At the dance you and Jeff showed up fashionably late. Your hair was down straight, not a strand out of place. Your makeup was no less than perfect like it usually was. You wore an all black dress that matched Jeff’s suit. Sleeveless, with a puffed skirt. The whole thing molding to your perfect body. I had watched as you two entered the gym - everyone did - your both grabbed the attention of everyone and it never seemed to phase you as you were in your own little world.

 
You

“Ayyyy!” Monty came by, throwing an arm around Jeff and I. “You finally made it!”

Jeff laughed, nodding his head towards me. “Would’ve been here 40 minutes ago if Y/N didn’t take forever getting ready.”

“Hey!” You defended, hitting him playfully. “It takes time to create a masterpiece like this.”

“That you are.” Monty looked your up and down, “and those legs definitely deserved to make the list.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed along with Jeff as you were approached by Zach, Justin, and Bryce. Each gave you both a hug and you watched as Jeff tensed when Bryce hugged you. After he let go, Jeff threw his arm around you as if to stake his claim while they made small talk.

“Alright alright. If you fellas don’t mind, I’ma have a dance with my lady.” Jeff said after a while.

“Ooohh” They teased playfully, blowing mock kisses at you.

You laughed as Jeff took you out to the dance floor, his arms wrapping around your waist as you slow danced to the song playing. With your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close like you had at every dance since you’d been together. He’d gotten better at dancing, certainly improved from the first time when he wouldn’t stop stepping on your feet. He looked down into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

 “You really are a masterpiece.” He whispered.

You blushed, leaning up to kiss his neck. “All for you baby. Always.”

“Man am I lucky.” He smiled.

Looking over his shoulder, you could see Bryce creeping on some girl and returned your eyes to Jeff. “What was that about earlier? With Bryce?”

His face turned serious again and he looked over his shoulder to where I had been looking. “He’s not a good guy. I don’t know. Guy gives me a bad vibe.”

You nodded, running your fingers through the back of his hair. “He does seem like a douche bag.”

“Yeah, I try not to hang out with him one on one.” He nodded, before changing the subject. “Will you look at this? Clay sitting on one side, Hannah on the other. This would be like the perfect opportunity for him to ask her to dance.”

You laughed, looking at them smiling at each other from across the gym. “Go. Tell him to make a move. I have to use the restroom anyway.”

He smiled, kissing your lips again, before letting go of you to walk up to the bleachers. You smiled to yourself watching him go into big brother mode as he spoke with Clay before you walked out of the gym to use the restroom.

“You and Jeff look so good tonight.” Sheri boosted, applying another coat of lipstick in the mirror. “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys won prom king and queen for our senior prom. Everyone’s totally jealous of you guys.”

You laughed, brushing a hair behind your ear as you washed your hands. “We are dreamy aren’t we.” You half joked, drying your hands.

“You have no idea. You’ll have the cutest story to tell your kids some day.” She laughed.

“You ready to go back out?” You asked, finally taking notice of her dress. “Damn Sheri, you’re the one looking amazing. I love that dress.”

She laughed, hooking your arm with hers. “Well, I can’t let you have all the glory.”

The two of you walked out of the bathroom and Hannah practically knocked you over as she walked down the hallway, her eyes filled with tears.

“Hannah, hey.” You stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder to turn her around.

“I’ll meet you inside.” Sheri said, giving us some privacy.

“What’s going on?” You asked her, lifting her chin up to face you. “What happened?”

It’s nothing.” She shook her head, “I just want to go home. It was stupid of me to even think I’d have a good time here.”

“No! Come on - don’t think that way. Come hang out with Jeff and I - Jessica’s in there - we’ll have a great time.”

She looked down then back up at me nodding her head.

“Good.” You smiled, taking your hand in hers.

The two of you walked back inside the gym, each grabbing a cup of punch. You knew Jeff had a game early in the morning so you he wouldn’t be drinking, that gave you a free pass to fill from the spiked bowl. You danced with Hannah before she spotted Jessica getting sloppy with Justin.

“Oh god,” She shook her head, looking over at you. “I’m getting her out of here before she does something she’ll regret.”

You tried to convince her to stay but she didn’t opting to pull Jessica away from Justin. Your eyes met Jeff across the room and your lips lifted into a smile, crossing to jump back into his arms.

“There you are.” He smiled back, kissing you again, “Let’s dance cause this song’s definitely going to play at our wedding.”

 

Hannah

You didn’t have to look out for me that night but you did. I should’ve listened to you, Y/N. I should’ve stayed with you and Jeff and Clay, and ignored everyone else but I didn’t.

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Hannah

It was no surprise that by the time Dollar Valentine came around, you and Jeff had been matched together. While I got guys like Bryce and Marcus, you got your soulmate. Some things just always went right for some people.

 

You

“Well obviously I did dollar valentine - It’s for my squad.” You rolled your eyes, at Monty’s question.

“So?” He asked, “who’d you get?”

Jeff laughed, putting both of our result sheets on the table.

“No - no fucking way!” He laughed in disbelief. “How in the fuck did you two get each other?”

“What can I say man, it’s literally in the cards.” Jeff laughed, pulling you into him before kissing the top of your head. “What do you say? Movies tonight?”

“30 Ways to Die just came out.” You replied. “I’m so down.”

“30 Ways to Die? Seriously?” Zach cocked a brow. “It’s a valentine’s day date - shouldn’t you see some mushy shit?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not when you’ve been together as long as we have. Besides, the romance can happen later” You shot him a wink.

 “Awww shit!” Monty laughed finally catching on.

 —

“Let me guess.” Clay said as you approached the counter. “You two are seeing Never Say goodbye for Valentine’s day.”

“No we’re seeing 30 Ways to Die.” He replied.

“You’re a classy date” Hannah joked, counting money at the register.

“I am.” He returned, hanging his head with a chuckle. “This was her idea.”

“Nothing gets me in the mood like a good horror.” I joked, causing her to laugh out loud by my unexpected comment. 

“Oh wow. That’s a first.” She laughed, wiping her eyes.

“What’s up with that Dollar Valentine thing?” Jeff asked Clay. “You told me -”

He was cut off by Clay giving him a look. Hannah looked over at us then at him.

“We’re goin’ to see our movie.” Jeff backtracked, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Later guys.” I waved back at them, pinching Jeff’s arm.

“How was I supposed to know?” He asked with a shrug.

 

Hannah

While you were in the theater watching a horror movie, curled against into your boyfriends chest, I spent the next couple of hours wondering why I wasn’t good enough to be doing the same.

 

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Hannah

I think back to the night of Jessica’s party and wonder if things would’ve gone differently if I hadn’t been there. I convinced myself that I could start over. That I could be a person that fit in.. And for a little while I did and it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Of course you and Jeff were there, surrounded by your usual crowd. Yet you both still found the time to push Clay and I towards each other and I never got the chance to thank you.

 

You

“Justin, Jess is looking for you in the kitchen.” You yelled before you caught sight of Hannah.

“Hannah, hey!” You smiled crossing the room with a red cup in your hand. “I like the new hair.”

 You were always extra touchy when you drank and without even asking, you ran your fingers through her hair to fully appreciate the new length.

She smiled at you returning your overly affectionate hug. “Thank you!” She laughed. “Someone’s been drinking.”

“Hell yeah. It’s my turn. I was DD last week, this week is Jeff’s turn.” You laughed, motioning to your hubby in the corner talking to Zach and Monty.

“Well - that’s responsible.” She returned.

“Hey - Clay’s here, being his usually secluded self. You should go say hi and bring him out of his shell.”

She froze but a blush swept her cheeks. “Oh - no, I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Y/N!” Jeff called from across the room. “Zach thinks he can finally take you at beer pong!”

“That so Dempsey?” You yelled, then turned back to Hannah. “That’s my cue but next time I see you, you better be with Clay!”

She laughed, nodding her head while you ran over to Jeff and the guys.

“You think Junior year is going to be the year you beat me? History says you’ll lose!”

“Nah - “ He shook his head. “This is my year. I can feel it.”

 —

As the night went on, you ended up making out with Jeff, grinding along to the music while Zach and the guys continued playing. His hand ran up your thigh grabbing your ass through the fabric of your denim shorts. Biting his lower lip, you swept your tongue across it with a smirk, locking your eyes on him.

“You’re totally spending the night at my house.” He whispered. “Tell your mom you’re spending the night at Sheri’s or something.”

 “I’ll call her when we leave.” I smirked, kissing him again.

As much as your mom loved Jeff, she would much quicker approve of you spending the night at your best friends house then at your boyfriends.

“Look -” You motioned your head towards Hannah and Clay walking out to sit by the pool.

Jeff smiled proudly at his friend as they laughed and giggled. “See, I give good advice.”

The two of them looked over at you and Jeff, and the two of you looked away quickly, with you nuzzling your face into his neck with a laugh.

“Uh - oh” You sighed, watching Troy bother them. “Go get him before he ruins it.”

“On it!”

Jeff did as he was told, grabbing Troy and bringing him back towards the ping pong table. You shot Hannah and Clay a wink before Jeff’s lips were back on yours again.

“Seriously. I don’t know what it is, but you’re lookin’ extra good tonight. One more hour tops and I’m getting my hands on you.” He promised with a whisper against your lips.

“Your hands are always on me!” You laughed, brushing your hands up through his hair.

“You’re damn right!”

 —

“You’re so bad. This is like the third week in a row. It’s only a matter of time before your mom starts to think you’re a closet lesbian.” Sheri laughed, looking up at you as you sat up on the kitchen counter.

Courtney said trying to join in with your laughter. “Who would want that right?”

Both of you stopped laughing, your faces turning serious. Neither of you were a fan of Courtney. She was one of the most two faced people you met.

“Fuck off Courtney.” You replied, no humor in your tone.

Her jaw dropped at your straight-forwardness but she turned around walked away, almost bumping into Hannah who was walking into the kitchen.

She looked distraught so you waved her over. “Hey? What happened? You and Clay were hitting it off.”

“I screwed it up.” She sighed. “Just like I screw everything up.”

“Look, you two have been playing this game for too long. Give it a couple of minutes and go talk to him. You gotta go after what you want honey. Make things happen for yourself.”

“Sheri - You’re blocking me in.” Jeff called from the doorway. His eyes landed on your and his lips curled into a bright smile. “There you are.”

“Here I am.” You threw your arms up, pulling him in for a hug. “Where are you going?”

“Let me just grab my stuff, I’m taking off anyway. Hannah if you want to head out I can give you a ride.” Sheri offered, heading out of the room with her.

“Thank you ma’am.” Jeff yelled after them. “Going on a beer run for the guys.” He answered, holding you against him with his hands on your waist.

“You want me to come with?” You asked, pressing kisses along his neck.

“Nah, I’m going to try and take Jensen with me to see what went wrong. But as soon as I come back, we’re going home.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Then they’ll be nothing to stop me from doing what I want to you.”

“You promise?” You purred against his lips.

“Oh I definitely promise.”

Hannah

I wondered what would’ve happened if I’d listened to you that night. If I stayed with you a little longer. As I looked back at these events, I realized my mistakes in them, and this is one I could’ve never forgiven myself for.

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Hannah

So we come to the reason you’re listening to this tape.

That night, I had caused Sherri to get distracted and knock over the stop sign. She panicked and took off. I ran to the nearest store to call 911 and report it but I was too late by then.

The police said he was drunk driving. Nobody would listen when you told them he’d been sober but he had been and I hope this gives you the tiniest bit of comfort in knowing you weren’t wrong.

I wasn’t there to see your face when you got the news. I’ll never forget the broken-hearted gaze in your eyes at the wake.

You were dressed in all black, again matching Jeff like you always did.Your hair pulled back in a low pony tail. Your makeup done perfectly as always aside from some mascara that had run down from the never-ending flow of tears.

You didn’t speak to anyone that night. You took a cushion from one of the chairs and sat next to the coffin the whole time. The guys tried to offer their condolences. Family tried to comfort you. None of it helped.

I watched as Sherri sat down with you for most of the time. She would whisper comforting words and stroke your back to soothe you when the tears began to constrict your breathing. I could see the guilt inside of her yet she never admitted what she’d done.

The light had gone out inside of you the day Jeff died. The vibrant, cheerful, happy-go-lucky girl was no longer there. Not a smile. Not a glimmer. Not a sound.

You slept at the funeral home that night. Under the special circumstances, the owners allowed it. You stayed on an air mattress inflated next to the casket by the guys and there you had the last night you’d ever spend next to him.

Jeff hadn’t been drinking that night. He was planning to come back to you and the two of you would go on with your perfect lives.

Knowing I ripped that away from you was a guilt I couldn’t bare to live with. I hope you know how truly sorry I am. I hope you can one day find it in your heart to forgive me, though I know I don’t deserve it. Just like I didn’t deserve your friendship or his.

You

Your fingers brushed over the cassette player. Tears now streaming freely down your face. You’re tired eyes landed on the tattoo of Jeff’s initials on the inside of your wrist and your heartbeat had slowed to a dangerous pace while you relieved the memory.

Your eyes met Sherri’s as she approached your table in the courtyard of the school. She glanced down at the player in your hands and her smile instantly fell to one of fear. She’d listened to the tapes - must have - because she instantly opened her mouth to explain.

You stood, as calmly as you could and your hand struck her across the face. You had no words for her. No explanation for anyone. You grabbed your stuff and walked away.

She was your best friend. She should’ve told you. You should’ve heard it from her. Not one some tape.

You would never get Jeff back. You would never see his smile again. Smell his cologne. Run your fingers through his hair. All because of some fucked up chain of events.

Jeff deserved to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to play baseball and get married and have kids. All of that was ripped away from him.

How was that fair?

Life had gone on for everyone after Jeff had died, but you wished so badly yours would’ve ended. You had thought about doing it yourself numerous times but you knew that wasn’t was he would’ve wanted.


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A/N: I know everyone voted for Jeff to live, and I will do a rewrite of this ending with a happy finish, but I had to get this off my chest for now. Don’t hate me. :(

 ** NONE of the gifs/images are mine.

Hidden Truth (Reggie x Reader)

Request:  Hiii do you still take requests? If you do can I have a Reggie Mantle one where everyone thinks that you guys are sleeping around but it comes out that you’ve been dating for almost a year and haven’t had sex with each other? A/N: I kinda changed it around a bit.

Word Count: 1,145

 “Have you heard the rumors?” Veronica asked as she sat down at the lunch table.

“Who are they about now?” Betty questioned.

“Y/N”

With your name coming from her mouth it made you choke on the apple you were eating. Surprise wasn’t what you were feeling more so shocked and confused. After minutes of a coughing fit and taking sips from Archie’s water you finally could focused.

“Me? Why me? What are they? Are they bad?” You quickly let out and Veronica put up her hand to stop you. You needed to stop for her to be able to answer plus you just lost your breath, it would be better not to talk.

“Ummm well…” Veronica started to think about how to tell you all. They weren’t bad but they weren’t the best either. “It’s about Reggie and you”

“Mantle?” Jughead asked with disgust in his voice obviously not liking where this was going.

“Yeah, apparently the football have been spreading them around the school saying about you guys have been hooking up for a few months and are starting to catch feelings”

“Now that’s funny” Archie said as he laughed which made you make a face. Why was that so funny to him? Did he think you weren’t good enough to be with someone like Reggie.

“Isn’t that right Y/N?” Betty said as they all laughed at the thought of it being real.

“Y/N?” Veronica asked as she saw the look on your face “It’s not true right?” You didn’t answer just stared blankly at your friends. You didn’t like their reaction for something they didn’t know anything about. It made you remind yourself why you kept a lot of your feelings to yourself. Veronica took your silence as the answer she didn’t want.

“It’s true isn’t it?”

“Why does it matter to you?” You snapped. You weren’t happy. “Seems like you guys already made your mind up about what I do with my lovelife”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Archie piped in.

“This is why! You guys already made this thing a big joke.” You shouted but only loud enough for your table to hear. “You don’t even know a thing about it”

“He’s not good for you" Jughead said trying to calm you down but he didn’t know how much Reggie meant to you. You slammed your lunch tray on the table causing more people to look over.

“Not good for me? Please Jughead save that for someone who cares. Reggie’s my boyfriend whether you guys like it or not and you’re going to have to deal with it if you want to still be my friends”

“He’s just fling Y/N, he’ll toss you away as he did with other girls”

“Last time I checked Archie dating for six months isn’t just a fling, maybe you should take your own advice and keep it in your pants” With that you made your way away from your so called friends to go find the only person who could calm you down at this point. Your blood was boiling. You didn’t even bother to care about all of the students whispering about the events that just took place. You knew that in a few minutes that the whole school would know.


 You waited outside of the boys locker room for Reggie to be done with practice. Everytime a guy came out they would smirk at you as they made their way past. It’s not like they didn’t know before as many of them had showed up at Reggie’s one day when you were over. You were pissed since these players couldn’t keep their mouths shut but you were thankful they kept it long enough for you to know what this whole thing truly was.

“Your boy is next” Chuck said as he was leaving “He’s talking to coach”

“Thanks” You said trying not to make eye contact. Chuck always made you uncomfortable for some reason but you couldn’t put your finger on to why.

“Hey” Reggie let out as he fixed his gym bag onto his shoulder. “Didn’t think you would be waiting, I thought you went home-”

“Because of what happened at lunch?” You asked as you butted in

“Yeah, some of the boys were saying how pissed you look so I assumed. I was going to come over”

“You can still do that you know” You smiled for the first time that day.

“Well I didn’t just plan on leaving my upset girlfriend by herself” He sassed with an eye roll.

“I’m not upset”

“Can’t lie to me babe, I can see it in your eyes that you are” He let out. You didn’t try to denied it anymore just kept walking with Reggie’s arm placed around you. He wasn’t wrong your anger thought out the day seemed to fade into sadness. You were hoping that when your friends found out that they would be fine with it but that wasn’t the case. You just needed to talk to them more maybe not as anger as you were. Maybe they could get it then.

“They think I’m a hookup” You finally told Reggie as you leaned against his car. Reggie shut him tuck and looked you with a sad smile.

“Babe” He said as he took your hands into his also resting his forehead against yours. “You know that’s not true right?”

“Well considering we haven’t done it yet, I thought it was really true” You laughed but it came out more dry and forced than anything.

“You mean so much more than that to me Y/N. Don’t forget it. There’s no one else in this world that makes me feel like you do. No one else can make me smile at some stupid dance moves when we just lost a game and I’m not in the mood. You keep me sane when I want to punch someone in the face”

“Chuck”

“Isn’t it always Chuck?” Reggie grinned, you knew him better than anyone. “I love you and I want everyone to know. I know you’re mad that my teammates spread it around but you know it’s a good thing since now I can show everyone you’re mine”

“Not like I didn’t know that already Reg” You giggle and Reggie kissed your soft lips.

“But now guys will know and not stare at you anymore like your a piece of meat.”

“I love you Reggie”

“I love you too”

“Movie night?” You asked as you pushed Reggie off of you as he had you pinned to the car.

“You know me so well”

“That’s what girlfriends are for” You teased.

“I love that”

“Love what?”

“The word girlfriend” Reggie smirked which made you blush, turning your cheeks a fair pink colour. This was it. This was the truth and no amount of rumors could ever make up for what you two had.

4

2015-2017

My, my! Look how we’ve grown. As cosplayers and as friends. *wipes a single tear from my eye* It was a magical day in the early spring of 2015.. I had gone to comic con because I didn’t get asked to Senior Prom. Allie ( @the-mischief-managed ) was excited because the ever so famous Lettherebedoodles was going to the con. I had no idea who that was. So as we were waiting by the Evermore booth, my dad was talking to TT’s parents, and they were like “TT should be along any minute”. In a whirl wind of movement a group of Attack on Titan cosplayers descended upon us. Allie was most excited to see the Hanji cosplayer, so I assumed that was Lettherebedoodles. Then I was like…. that’s TT??? They’re their kid??? So I “know” them??? But that means…. they’re EVILTT ON DEVIANTART?! And for the brief moment they were there, they were like HI FAN, BYE FAN, and ran away. 

Since then our friendship really started as both of us trying to weasel our way into each other’s lives. From me working at Evermore, to being in art class together. 

TT is such a loving, accepting force in my life. They have helped me see things from a perspective I’ve never seen before. TT is passionate in all that they do, whether it’s analyzing an argument or developing a whole world of make-believe. They are always kind: helping siblings write papers, driving when it’s not their favorite thing to do, laughing and smiling at everything, and especially making people feel comfortable and valid. Their empathy and compassion is out of this world. They feel everything, and they feel for everyone. If you are sad or mad or happy, they are there with you 100%. And they will 100% share their feelings with you as well. TT is outgoing, confident, and strong. So, so, so strong. Like they could punch me in the face and I would love it. I love seeing them in makeup, whether it’s Sirius or Ariel or gosh dang Mad Eye Moody. I love seeing them with no makeup. They are so truly beautiful to me. And I loooove that when I get that stupid anxious voice in my head that says “Oh gosh I did that tiny awful thing, they totally hate me” I can immediately say, “That’s so untrue that your nose should be a mile long right now”. It is such a blessing and comfort to have them in my life. And they need to recognize how amazing they are, imperfections (I know, hard to believe from a Deity on Earth) and all. I love you!

@asktheboywholived

“Bruce...sucks” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The women of the League are teasing you about the love bites that litter your body….

I already kinda had the idea of doing a similar story on the women side…So here we go. Last time the guys of the League were mocking Bruce for the scratches on his back (you can read that here), now, it’s Batmom’s turn (though I feel it’s not as funny as the other, I tried something else you know, so that the stories wouldn’t be exactly the same, too similar and shit…erf, whatever, hope it’s kinda ok). Hope you’ll like it (insecuritiesoverloadbutitsok) 

WARNING FOR LANGAGE and slightly NSFW, just slightly. Also, My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It wasn’t really part of your initial plan to shower at the same time than them. Bruce told you about his friends trying to tease him about the nail marks you left on his body after a heated night, and you were afraid that your girl friends would do the same, a bit paranoid about it really…

But then you thought about the fact that usually, women tended to be a bit more mature about that (maybe?), that they would probably behave and ignore the hundreds (literally) love bites on your body. 

Besides, there was only Diana, Zatanna and Dinah, surely, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, they were used to Bruce being affectionate towards you when he thought no one was watching, small love bites wouldn’t shock them or anything. They were your three best friends, they knew how to not intrude too much in your life. They would definitely not talk about the marks your husband left on your body. 

And oh you were so wrong. 

You were in your underwear when you started to notice their smirks, and the way they whispered in each other’s ears while looking at you. No…could it be ?

You turn around, and when Diana’s eyes go wide at the sight of the love bites on your front while Zatanna and Dinah just start laughing stupidly, you know you actually were right to “fear” a reaction from them. You roll your eyes and give them your best “really ?” facial expression before saying :

-Are you guys snickering like idiots because of the love bites ? 

Zatanna answers your question :

-No, we’re snickering like idiots because Bruce…

And then it happens. The worst pun you ever heard in your life (and you were used to Dick and Tim’s nerdy jokes). All three of them yell : 

-SUCKS !

Stun. That’s what you are. Wow. Even worst that the poor attempt from your male friend in the league to embarrass Bruce. An awful pun. 

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a chlonette conversation probably

“So if I decided to fight you, what would be your go-to move?”

Chloe licked the tip of her index finger, flipped the page of her magazine, and casually skimmed the article. “Earrings off. Rings on. Go straight for the face.”

“And do what?”

“Probably scratching first. And then once you were incapacitated I would backhand you and leave you bleeding on the sidewalk.”

Marinette snorted, not looking up from the sketch she was working on. “That’s so typical of you.”

“What does that mean?”

“That you’re catty,” Marinette replied. “See, if I were fighting you, I’d yank on that stupid ponytail of yours and punch you straight in the chest. Two seconds.”

“So you’d sneak up behind me like a coward first,” Chloe nodded. “I see.”

“Who scratches during fights anymore? If you’re gonna fight me, you will respect me and punch me straight in the face. Otherwise, no deal.”

Chloe sighed and started filling out one of the quizzes in her magazine. “Fine, but if I’m punching you, then you have to come at me from the front first. And none of this boob punching nonsense. That’s just low.”

“Fine,” Marinette relented. “You punch me in the face. I’ll kick you in the ribs.”

“Perfect. We wear all black that day to commemorate the occasion.”

Marinette frowned at her sketch and started erasing the rough lines. “That works. I’m free on Tuesdays.”

Chloe shook her head. “Nah, can’t do Tuesdays. Voice lessons. This Thursday?”

“Sure, I can move some things around. I’ll text you and remind you.” 

Adrien squinted at Chloe while Alya darted her eyes between the two girls sitting casually next to each other at the study table. 

“You two are so effing deranged.”

Prompt List

1.“Fancy seeing you here.” “I work here.”

2.“Can I buy you a drink?”

3.“Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge” “Can I pick?”

4.“You know what they say, panicking burns a shit-ton of calories.” “Who even says that?” “Me. Just now.”

5.“If I go through with this, I die. If I don’t, we all die.”

6.“No, no, you do NOT want me navigating. I’ll accidentally navigate us off a cliff.”

7.“Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

8.“This is all your fault.” “I hope so.”

9.“I’d rather be pecked to death by a flock of hummingbirds.”

10.“You have no power over me.” “You sure about that?”

11.“Hold on, you died.” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”

12.“Excuse me! I was a superhero for ten whole minutes!” “And in that time you got kidnapped and we had to come to the rescue”

13.“I am way too sober for this.”

14.“You’re not as evil as people think you are.” “No. I’m much worse.”

15.“Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?” “Yes.”

16.“That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

17.“Did you just… agree with me?” “Oh, I wish I could take-““Nope! You said it! No take-backs!”

18.“I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

19.“This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course, I’m in.”

20.“Don’t mind me, I’ll just be in the corner having another existential crisis.”

21.“Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

22.“What are you afraid of?” “You.”

23.“It’s a good thing you’re cute when you’re angry.”

24.“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I break his nose a little?”

25.“Stop that!” “Stop what?” “Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

26.“You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.” “That’s what makes me so good at it.”

27.“It’s a long story” “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”

28.“You can’t just turn into a bat and fly away when you don’t want to deal with things!” “Watch me!”

29.“I don’t give a damn.” “You give so many damns they’re visible from SPACE.”

30.“I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

31.“Unless I screw this up again, I’m going to marry you.” “Well you better not mess this up”

32.“Wait, you’re a superhero?” “How do you not know? My face is literally on the news on a weekly basis.” “I’m in grad school. I won’t have time to follow popular media until I finish my thesis. You’re lucky I’ve carved out some non-existent free time to date you.”

33.“I’m just really tired of watching you get thrown off the tops of buildings”

34.“Hey, I didn’t kill anyone today!” “What do you want? A gold star.”

35.“I feel like I’m being stabbed.” “How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?”

36.“Whether you believe in me or not, I will continue to exist.”

37.“We’re leaving.” “But they have a lobster tank in their basement.”

38.“Take my hand.” “Why?” “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!”

39.“I don’t care where I sleep, as long as it’s with you.”

40.“You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”

41.“Show me your scars.” “But… why?” “I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

42.“You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

43.“She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed.” “It’s clear your feelings for her has.”

44.“I saved your life.” “You pushed me off a building.”

45.“How do we keep getting into these situations?” “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.”

46.“I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.”

47.“I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “Then stop looking.”

48.“You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

49.“I want to go home.” “And I want to go to the moon. It ain’t happening sweetheart. Time to accept that.”

50.“What now?” “I don’t know. I thought the jump would kill us.”

51.“I think that you’re not as dark as you want people to believe.”

52.“Sometimes, memories are the worst torture.”

53.“I hate you.” “Why? I’m lovely.”

54.“You really have no clue who I am?” “You’d think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”

55.“Why are they afraid of you?”

56.“Literally everything about this is illegal.”

57.“You love her don’t you?” “Was it that obvious?”

58.“Why me?” “Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

59.“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…. fall in love with me.”

60.“It’s okay. You don’t have to love me.”

61.“You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead.”

62.“Nope. I can’t go to hell. Satan still has a restraining order against me.”

63.“Only a fool would fall in love with someone as deadly as me.”

64.“I’d know that smirk anywhere.”

What Am I To You? (Part 2)

Summary: You come to conclusions of your real feelings for Taehyung.

Pairings: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

Genre: Angst/ Smut

Words: 4.2k

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When you reached his room you were confused by the rubber band on the door. You knocked a few times and entered like you normally do.

“Jake?” You cried.

There he was in bed with some blonde chick half way naked.

“Now I know what Taehyung wanted to tell me.” The tears fell

“(Y/N) It’s not what it looks like.” He got up quickly. He was only wearing boxers.

“Really?”

“I love you babe.” He held your hand. “We havnet done it in a week and I just needed-”

You pulled your hand away quickly. “You’re disgusting.”

You turned around. “Babe please come on.”

“We’re done.”

You sped to your room and lucky your roommate was m.i.a because all your emotions poured out.

-

The next morning you woke with a killer headache, you didn’t even bother getting up for school because you didn’t care. You lost your boyfriend and your best friend.

-

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Nayeon asked sitting next to Taehyung first period.

He just shrugged his shoulders pretending not to care even though deep down he did. You never miss class.

“What is going on with you two?” Nayeon asked.

“Nothing.” He sadly smiled.

“I know she misses you.” Tae just looked down.

“Whatever happened just forget about it. She needs you.” Taehyung thought hard of what Nayeon said. You apologized so why was he still pissed off.

-

It was a few days later and Nayeon was seriously concerned. She hasn’t seen you and you didn’t receive any of her text and when she attempted to look for you at your room, you were nowhere found.

“Shes not answering me, what if she did something, what if something happened to her?”

“I’ll find her okay, don’t worry.” Taehyung kissed her cheek and left.

He made his way to his room and once again he saw a sock on the door but that didn’t stop him this time, he entered the room and slammed the door.

“What the fuck man?” Jake got up and quickly threw on boxers.

Taehyung ignored him and was putting his school books away.

“Tae?” Jake stood up.

“What?” He said dumbfounded.

“Can you please leave?” He asked.

Taehyung turned around facing him. “Why should I? This is my fucking room.” Tae never stood up to Jake before but he has finally found the courage.

“I’m tired of you fucking every girl in school, go to their place.” He patted Jakes shoulder and grabbed his jacket.

“I’m sorry dude.” Jake was surprised from his confidence.

“And by the way, you’re an asshole.” Jake snapped back confused.

“How could you just cheat on (Y/N) like that?”

“Oh so it was you huh?” Jake walked up to Tae angry. “I was getting away with it for a while and you open your mouth and now she knows.” Tae was confused. He didn’t say anything.

“She broke up with me a few days ago.”

“She’s better off without you.” Tae snapped.

Jake got closer and Tae pushed him off. Jake went in again and punched him. He kept throwing punches until Tae got up and attacked back. All his rage build up finally getting out.

“Stop!” The girl yelled trying to push Tae off of Jake. Tae immediately stopped and looked down at Jakes bloody face.

“I’m sorry.” He got up and left. He didn’t mean to get so violent.

He made his way over to your room. He wiped his nose as he was waiting to get the courage to knock on your door. When he looked down at his hand he was surprised to see blood on his hand.

-

“I’m leaving do you want anything?” Your roommate kindly offered.

“Maybe some Ben & Jerry’s.” You sat up a bit.

“Okay.” She smiled and headed towards the door. As soon as she opened the door you saw Tae with his hand up getting ready to knock.

You perked up surprised to see him, you were taken back by his beaten up face. Your face was still blotchy from all the crying you have been doing for days.

“Tae?” You squeaked. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you if you were okay.”

“Amber….can we have privacy.” She nodded and continued to leave.

Taehyung slowly came up to your bed sitting by your feet.

“You’re bleeding.” You got out of bed and went to your desk and grabbed a towel.

“What happened Tae?” You sat back down closer to him.

“I’m not important….I want to know where you’ve been.” He asked concerned.

“Of course you’re important.” You felt your eyes water.

“You were right.” He looked at you. “Jake was cheating the whole time.” The tears fell.

“I’m sorry….I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You tried to tell me and I was to stubborn to listen.” You whimpered. “I don’t blame you for hating me.” Tae pulled you into his chest embracing you with a warm hug.

“I don’t hate you.” He whispered. “I’m sorry for making you think that, I was just mad.”

“I’m so stupid.” You cried.

“He’s stupid.”

You pulled away looking at his wounded face. “What happened?”

He smirked. “I punched Jake in the face.”

You looked at him confused. “Why?”

“Because he’s an asshole.”

You smiled at your best friend and grabbed the towel from his hands and brought it up to his face cleaning off the blood that ran under his nose. He closed his eyes as you gently dabbed the swollen area.

Taehyung felt butterflies from your comfort, even though he was dating Nayeon he was still deep in love with you and he had to accept that.

You finished wiping off Taes wounded face and watched as he was still patient. You froze as he opened his eyes catching you staring. His stare made you feel nervous by the way tingles flooded throughout your body.

What was this? Taehyung was making you feel like a school girl with a crush. You never felt this way before with him. Were you falling for Taehyung?

“(Y/N)?”

“W-what?” What was happening to you?

“Do you want to go get some food?” He asked.

“Okay.” Why did you feel so nervous all of a sudden?

You both stood up. “Let me text Nayeon.” Your face dropped.

You wanted to be alone with him, like old times. The more you thought about it, you realized how selfish you were being. Taehyung was taken now, not that would change anything between you.

“Let me get dress?” You walked over to your closet.

Tae nodded and sat back down on your bed pulling his phone out to text.  He looked up for a second thinking until he got distracted at you pulling your shirt off towards your closet. He was taken back as he saw your bare back. You weren’t even thinking about him being there as you pulled down your sweat pants exposing you in your lace panties.

He felt his breathing pace watching you lean over to get some jeans. He looked down at his phone trying to think about something else as he felt the tightness below his belt. He knew it was wrong. Tae grabbed a pillow placing it over his lap to not cause any attention from the effects of your almost naked body still lingering in his mind.

He looked up once again relieved you were finishing by putting a shirt on. You turned around watching him texting on his phone. You walked into your tiny bathroom to clean up your face.

Taehyung shut his eyes tightly to erase his mind. “I’ll be back.” You leaned your head out the door.

“Where are you going?” You asked confused.

“I’m going to change to.” He said nervously.

“Okay.” You didn’t question, you just went back to what you were doing.

Taehyung made sure the close was clear before he got up. He felt embarrassed from the tiny affect you caused him. His dorm wasn’t to far away and was relieved Jake was gone. He needed some peace and quiet to process everything.

You were enjoying your quiet as well. You were fighting with yourself about how you were feeling. Your best friends were dating and you weren’t happy about it. Even though it was your doing in the first place. You hated this feeling, you hated how long it took you to realized how great Tae was.

Why did you have to feel this way? You were falling for your best friend. There it is, you finally admitted it to yourself and you were too late.

Not that you would of done anything, you had too good of a friendship and in your case you knew how bad breakups were and its impossible to stay friends after that. You envied anyone who could.

Taehyung was to precious to you and you rather have him in your life as a friend them not at all.

You walked out of your dorm and timidly walked to his. Hopefully Jake wasn’t there because you were done even seeing his stupid face.

Taehyung walked out of the room surprised to see you so quick.

“I thought you were changing?” He was still in his same outfit.

“Right.” He turned back into the room. You saw it was empty so you entered.

“Going out with a bloody shirt isn’t the smartest idea.” You giggled.

He looked down finally noticing the mess. He didn’t even realize how much blood was actually there. What was he doing then if he wasn’t going to change?

He lifted up his shirt disposing it with the rest of the dirty laundry. You blushed seeing his exposed chest. You walked towards the door pretending to not pay attention. He was quickly on your heel ready to go.

“Where are we going?”

“Just down the road.” You nodded and followed him down to the lobby.

He stopped by the front desk to talk to the security first.

“Can I request a new roommate….he did this to me.” Taehyung pointed to his bruised nose. The security handed him a form and told him to give it to the Dean’s office.

You smiled as Taehyung held your hand on your walk to where ever you were going.

“Thank you.” You spoke up.

“For what?”

“Everything.” He blushed.

“Okay first things first.”

“What?” He asked confused.

“You need to get rid of this blonde.” You laughed ruffling his hair with your free hand.

As soon as you turned the block you saw Nayeon waiting outside playing on her phone. Taehyung dropped your hand immediately as he was afraid Nayeon would see.

“Hey.” She finally looked up. “How are you?” She looked concerned before she wrapped her arms around you in a warm hug.

“I’m okay.” Your voice cracked.

She let go and turned to Tae. “What happened to you?” She grabbed his face.

“I made amends with Jake.” She arched her eyebrows. “I did everyone a favor.” He smiled.

She shook her head with a giggle and brought her lips to his. That sharp pain hit you in the chest once again. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at Nayeon but it wasn’t her fault. It was yours. Your head knew it was okay but your heart was being tricky. You needed to stop this.

You cleared your throat to draw attention. They finally broke apart looking at you apologetic. You realized how Taehyung must of felt all the time Jake would shove his tongue down your throat. It was a shitty feeling.

“Let’s go.” Nayeon acted like nothing was awkward.

As soon as Taehyung slid into the booth, you followed quickly sitting next to him. Nayeon froze staring at you confused but Tae just looked lost.

You looked up at her and realization hit you. “Oh….I’m sorry.” You got up. “New couple want to sit next to each other.”

You slip into the opposite side. Nayeon still looked at you confused as she sat down next to your best friend.

The whole dinner you felt like a third wheel and it sucked. You played on your phone to distract yourself from looking at the gushy couple in front of you.

Nayeon was way more outgoing and flirty then you thought. You always assumed she was shy but now that she was dating her crush she wasn’t holding back. Every chance she had she would be touching Tae or kissing him.

At this point you had enough, your jealousy was getting the better of you. “Be right back.” You got up and tried your best not to seem annoyed.

As soon as you looked into the reflection of the bathroom mirror every emotion was flooding out. You ran the faucet and ran your hands under to form a small pool of water. You leaned down to splash some water all over your face, you did a few times just to cool you down.

“You okay?” You suddenly heard a voice behind you. Nayeon.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.” She spoke.

“Why?” You asked confused.

“You got out of a relationship and here we are kissing in front of you.” We? More like you.

“How did you know?” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh.

“Tae just told me.” It didn’t faze her that you were upset. “He didn’t tell me why though?” She shrugged.

“You want to talk about it?” You honored Taes loyalty, he thought it was your choice to explain the story not his.

“Nope.” You walked away from here.

“Hey.” Nayeon spoke up before you could leave. “Now it’s my turn to hook you up.” She smiled. “There’s a party this weekend and we all could have some fun.” She said in a playful tone.

You weren’t up for it honestly but maybe you could drink and forgot about all the shit your going through.

“Sounds fun.”

-

“This is a bad idea.” You panicked seeing the crowded room full of dancing sweaty people.

Parties weren’t your thing and college wasn’t an acceptation. You felt uncomfortable. Nayeon dragged you here and immediately introduced you to some guys from her classes. As soon as a guy seemed interested she ran over to the brunette Taehyung you remember. She didn’t take long until she was already sucking his face off.

“So how tall are you?” Stupid jock. You rolled your eyes and started to turn away.

“I’ll be right back.” You lied. You went outside and found the closest cooler full of alcohol. You decided to just drink the anxiety away. You were in college, this was normal. Be normal.

“You’re drinking straight tequila? You trying to get alcohol poisoning?” You saw a friend of Taehyung smirking at you.

“I’m trying to have fun Kookie.” You smiled back.

“You don’t need to start with that.” He handed you a mikes lemonade. “This will get the job done.”

“Thank you.” You took the drink.

“So….where’s Jake?” He asked.

You looked down sighing. “We broke up.”

“Thank God.” He laughed but noticed your un-amused state. “Sorry, I just really hate that guy.”

“It’s fine…..I know.” You finally took a sip of your drink.

“Where’s Tae?” He asked.

“With Nayeon.” You mocked.

Jungkook clenched his jaw. “Don’t like her either.” He painfully smiled.

You were taken back. “Why?” Nayeon seemed like the sweetest girl and you should know.

“She’s too clingy….you know how many times Tae had to cancel on us because of her.” Jungkook seemed extremely offended. “I mean, we never see him anymore.”

“At least when he hung out with you, you understood guy time.” You slightly smiled. “Plus we liked hanging out with you, when shes around she gets annoyed if I grab his attention for one second.”

Really? You had no idea she was like that.

He continued. “I don’t think he likes her as much as she likes him.” You went to your second bottle already and you could feel the alcohol warm up your stomach.

You gave him a look of disbelief. “How can you tell?”

“I just have a feeling.” He took a sip.

Jungkook was fun to hangout with and you did so for the past hour.

You went inside to change a scenery. The alcohol was making a funny impact on you as you couldn’t stop giggling. You spotted Tae talking to his friend Jimin and grew confused with no sight of Nayeon.

You walked over to him grabbing his attention. “Tae?” You brushed his shoulder.

“Heyyyy (Y/N), you dye your hair.” He was drunk, of course. You laughed at his response as you were getting drunk yourself but you still had your mind before you.

“No that was you…” You giggled.

“So yes? No? Yes.” He was seriously confused. You blushed from his cute confusion.

“Where’s Nayeon?” You asked.

Your eyes followed to where he pointed to, she was past out on the couch probably drunk.

“She doesn’t drink often.”

“Maybe we should bring her home.” You suggested.

“Yeah, that would be a good idea.” Jimin laughed.

You put one arm around your shoulder and one arm around Taehyungs shoulder, successfully carrying Nayeon past out self. The dorms were only a few frat houses down so you were there in no time.

You got to her room and her roommate looked startled from her state. “She had too much to drink.” You pursed your lips.

As soon as you left her room, Taehyung slouched to the floor exhausted.

“I’m out of shape.” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come on, my room is right there.” You pointed down the hall. You held out your hand for him to grab and he didn’t help you pull him up.

“Tae….you’re too heavy.” You struggled causing him to laugh.

You both clumsily got to your room and noticed Amber not there. Then you remembered her visiting home for the weekend.

“Remember that time your sister got drunk for the first time and we drew on her face.” Tae made himself comfortable in your bed. He leaned against the wall resting his tired head.

“I remember.” You laughed. “You remember when we played dress up and your grandma had to give you a talk about your sexuality.” You giggled. The fact that you were both fifteen, his grandma wasn’t to happy.

“That’s not funny….I was helping you with your theater class.” You couldn’t stop laughing.

The effects of the alcohol still lingered in your system. “Remember when your sister dared me to cut your hair.” You did remember clearly and luckily he didn’t.

You loved all the memories with Tae. You looked over at his amused expression. You stared at him admiring every small detail about him. You felt butterflies as soon as your eyes lingered down to his lips just thinking about how warm they looked.

“Remember when my sister dared me to kiss you.” He finally looked at you.

“Yeah…but I don’t remember how it ended.” You blushed.

You leaned in closer feeling his warm breath hit your face. “I remember.” You whispered before filling in the small space.

His lips worked against yours immediately. You couldn’t tell if it was the effects of the alcohol or he was desperate to kiss you. He brought his hand caressing your cheek to deepen the kiss. He wasn’t holding back as you felt his tongue brush your bottom lip.

You quickly accepted opening your mouth. Things didn’t stop there as he pushed you farther down the bed letting his self tower over you. You knew you had to put this to a stop but you couldn’t.

You felt his hand slide up your shirt touching up your exposed stomach. You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him in closer and you immediately regretted it as you felt his member harder against your core. You turned your head breaking the kiss and he continued to kiss your neck.

“Tae.” You moaned.

You felt guilty, you knew this wasn’t going to have a good outcome. You closed your eyes feeling the pleasure. You moved your hand down rubbing against the tight area. You could feel his jeans getting tighter by every stroke.

“(Y/N).” He moaned your name. He moaned your name. You knew he was semi drunk but you wouldn’t expect him to be in his right mind.

You continued to rub his sensitive area making him squirm. You brought his lips back to yours while tugging on your jeans. You helped along the way tossing the fabric off to the side.

He took his hand and followed up your exposed legs. “So beautiful.” He bit his lip.

You giggled tugging on his shirt. He followed through pulling it off. You rubbed your hand down his chest admiring his toned torso until you reached his pants buckle.

“Take these off.” You smirked. The alcohol turned you into a monster.

He arched his eyebrows at your demand. “Why don’t you?”

He leaned down and kissed back up your neck. You reached your hand passed his boxers after you unbuckled. You started rubbing the smooth area above his hardened member making him groan with impatience.

He tugged down his pants more exposing him. You bit your lip taking him in. You pulled him enough so he was now laying on the bed. You crawled back above him pulling down the rest of his jeans along with his boxer briefs. You giggled as you reached the area he needed you most.

You grabbed a hold guiding him to your mouth. You softly kissed the tip making him tilt his head back in pleasure. You leaned down lower and back up causing more pleasure for him. He squirmed under your touch making you excited yourself. You quickened your pace letting your teeth cause more friction.

“(Y/N)….I’m not gonna last much longer.” He said out of breath.

You giggled releasing him from your mouth, you blushed seeing the how red you made him. You made your way up to embrace him with a passionate kiss.  Once you pulled away, you leaned over digging into your night stand.

“(Y/N).” He softly spoken. “I lo-”

You shh him. You didn’t want to remind him that you were both drunk. You leaned down kissing him once again before slipping on the condom.

You lifted yourself up and guided his member to your center. You leaned down slowly letting him adjust inside of you. You moaned in pain before you started rocking against him loosening you up. You felt a little dizzy from the alcohol but you managed to keep yourself balanced.

You wrapped your hand around to your back unhooking your bra. You smiled watching his eyes lit up from you being exposed. You took his hand and guided him to your chest as you continued rocking against him. You couldn’t help but lean down once more kissing him desperately. You loved feeling his lips against yours.

It felt right.

You were surprised as you felt the pleasure take hold throughout your body. The familiar feeling passing through you making you numb. You moaned trying to keep yourself up. As soon as Taehyung watched you weaken it didn’t take him long to reach his climax. You shook feeling his juices warm up your core. You lifted your self off of him laying to his side.

You were shocked and disappointed how quick that lasted. You couldn’t help but laugh at the silly analogy. Taehyung had a quicker effect on you then Jake ever had. What could this mean?

You looked over and saw that Taehyung was already passed out. You leaned in closer laying your head down on his chest. A million things were running through your head of how tomorrow’s outcome will turn out but at that moment you just wanted to cuddled up to Taehyungs warm chest. So that’s what you did.

-

You woke up the neck morning feeling a killer headache but surprisingly refreshed. You looked up seeing the soft snores making you giggle. But then you snapped into reality.

You sat up remembering last night. You thought having sex with Tae was just a dream. You slapped your forehead on the verge of crying thinking of what you should do.

How is Tae going to act? He was way more wasted then you. You glanced at the clock surprised to see it was 11 o'clock already.

“Tae?” You gently tapped him making him groan.

Just before you could process anything, you heard a knock on your door.

“Tae get up.” You basically slapped him.

He alerted awake seeing you pulling up your underwear.

“Wait.” He looked down at himself. “Did we have sex?” He jumped out of bed as you grabbed his boxer briefs throwing them at him.

“Yes….hurry and get dressed.” You hooked your bra together and quickly ran through your closet. The knocking wasn’t stopping.

“Just a minute.” You called.

Tae was still standing there frozen taking everything in. “Tae please.” You  begged.

He snapped back into reality pulling on his clothes as quickly as possible. “Can we talk about this?” He grabbed your hand to settle your nerves.

You looked at him sadly. What have you done?

“I’m sorry….this is my fault.” You felt your eyes get watery.

“This is my fault as much as yours.” He started. “There is something I need to tell you-” He was cut off by the knocking.

You quickly wiped your eyes and looked out your peep hole.

“It’s Nayeon.” You panicked.

His eyes widen and he went into your bathroom hiding.

You opened the door. “Heyyy.” She sweetly greeted.

“Have you seen Tae?”

-

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Little witch (Part 5)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2569

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so sorry i am posting this so late. My apologizes for the mistakes you will probably find ♥ It’s my final week of school so i hope you understand why i am posting it so late and why your requests are taking so much time. Please tell me what your opinion about the story. And i am really interested what you think would happen. Please share it with me :3 Enjoy! 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Originally posted by kiingholland

“Up, down, backwards, kick. Again! Try to attack the unprotected zones! Good, now jump, kick, that’s right. Now-”, Steve’s commands were interrupted by the loud sound of someone being thrown badly on the floor.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”, Steve asked the victim but didn’t give it a try to cover his smile.

“Yes, Captain. I am fine.”, Peter rose his thumbs and tried to stand up.

“I am sorry Pete but you weren’t paying enough attention. And I really wanted to punch you.”, (Y/N) stated as she gave a hand to Peter in order to help him to get on his feet.

“You are getting your ass beaten up by a girl. What a shame boy!”, Tony exclaimed. He had entered the training hall seconds before seeing how the little witch knocked down the spider-boy.

“You are a great fighter and I have no idea if I should be happy about it or not.”, the captain was observing (Y/N)’s technique since they began training. For a period of two weeks it was hard for him to predict what she was going to do. He had talked with Natasha after seeing how the girl beaten up the famous Black Widow but Nat was amazed by her movements as Steve, “Hydra had achieved their goals. You are better than Nat. Well, not as they probably wanted, but still.”

Hearing the name of the organization that took everything away from her, she almost fell again in the deep. Different feelings were surging in her. The girl clenched fists, took a deep breath and relaxed. After a month of training with Bruce and Wanda she was able to control her powers somehow. She was thought how to use her rage without letting it to overwhelm her body, mind, actions.

“What do you mean? She is amazing with cold weapons, Rogers.”, Tony exclaimed and walked down to them, “Let’s call her The Slicer!”, the man was too enthusiastic for the others to take him seriously.

“The Slicer? What a terrible name.”

“Take your word back captain or a new Civil War will erupt.”

“I like it. It makes me look dangerous.”

“You are a dangerous woman but I think it’s not for you.”, Peter expressed his opinion, “It’s for a coldhearted killer, while you are…”

“What am I Pete?”, (Y/N) came closer to the boy smirking and waited for his answer. She didn’t miss to spot the way he gulped nervously and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, “You are emitting nervousness. Why?”, the witch asked in a sweet and yet flirtatious voice, “Is it because of me?”

“I-um.”, another gulp, “No, yes, I mean…Argh!”, the boy covered his face and whispered something like ‘How can you be so desperately stupid?’

“Wait, why are you here?”, Steve suddenly asked Tony.

“Maybe because this building is all mine and I want to roam through it.”

The girl laughed, Steve gave an eye roll while Peter relaxed when the subject was changed and it took (Y/N)’s attention.

“Okay, okay. Stop that look! It makes me want to punch you in your perfect face.”. Tony stated and then continued, “I and Thor decided to throw a party so be ready in eight.”

“What?! A party ?! Why?”, Peter asked all of a sudden.

“Because my little kid you need to know how to have fun in your life. It’s not only the thick books you stuck your nose into.”, and with that the famous genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist man exited the room.

“Well we have like 5 hours until the party. Let’s continue working.”, (Y/N) suggested. It was her way to reduce the feelings inside her.  They were all going out and in the end of the exercises she felt much relaxed and calmed although her body was a little exhausted.

“Oh you continue. I am worn out so I will take a rest.”

“I thought you were a durable boy, Parker.”, the girl smirked as she saw the boy turning around immediately.

“I am!”

“But you got exhausted just from some slight punches.”, the witch came closer to the boy not breaking eye contact again.

“I might be not showing my full potential only because I don’t want to hurt you.”, at this time the teenagers were both smirking while Steve was looking with interest what was about to happen.

“Don’t spare me Spider-boy. Show me your super strength and you’ll see I can bear it.”

“If you are asking so politely. But don’t you dare complain after that your body is aching.”

“Oh, the sexual tense between the two of you has filled the whole room.”, Nat spoken. The witch and the spider-boy separated from each other looking away, “Don’t act as though you were shy. If it wasn’t in the training room someone would think you were about to break the bed.”

“Will you guys stop interrupting our training!?”, the girl asked in annoyance. The Avengers kept coming and if another one had showed up he could had possibly ended in the medical wing.

“Yeah, if you were actually training.”, (Y/N) gave the redhead an eye roll and waited for her answer. For one month she got used to all the teasing and jokes the heroes like to share between them, “You must spent less time with Wanda and Stark. However, I am here for the party. I assume Tony have told you so. Would you like to go with Wanda to buy a dress or something?”

“Shopping isn’t my thing and Will. Never. Be.”

“You were my only hope. Now I have to go to the shops.”, agent Romanoff looked like a small child whose mother just had told him she would not by him the toy he wanted.

“Sorry Nat. Oh, if you like something could you take it for me?”

“Yes, but you will owe me!”, Nat declared as she exited the room.

“That was a big mistake, (Y/N).”, the teenagers’ trainer for today stated out loud, “Anyone who have owed her something hasn’t ended good.”

“I will find a way to trick her.”, the girl gave a smile to the captain and the three of them continued working out. (Y/N) was without a doubt the best of them all, even the captain, but Peter managed to beat her five times which was a great success.

“Don’t hurt them!”, she screamed, “Mummy! Daddy! I am here! We will get out of here!”

“They can’t hear you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Show me your powers. Revile them!”

“I-I can’t! Don’t you understand, I CAN’T!”, she shouted, tears rolling down her face. She didn’t want to lose them, not now.

“You don’t give us another option. Enjoy the show.”

Screams filled the room but this time an explosion didn’t happen. Instead the girl stayed in the room looking at her dead parents on the floor.

‘It’s your fault! It’s your fault! IT’S YOUR FAULT!’, the voices filled the small place she was locked into. They were shouting and screaming in agony.

“Please stop! Stop! I did what I could to save you!”, but with each word spoken the voices became louder and louder deadening the girl’s obeys,

“IT IS YOUR FAULT WE ARE DEAD!”, her parents’ voices kept screaming and filling the room while the girl crouched in the corner of the room whispering:

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I did all I could”

“YOU ARE THE ONE WHO KILLED US! YOUR HANDS ARE COVERED IN OUR BLOOD, YOU FILTHY SPAWN!”

(Y/N) woke up from her nightmare breathing heavily. Since day one she kept dreaming the same thing every night. This time it wasn’t different. She continues seeing her parents dying and blaming her for it. At first she started believing them but after Wanda had seen her dream by accident everything changed. (Y/N) did her best to believe Wanda’s words that she wasn’t guilty, that Hydra had manipulated her in order to get what they wanted but something deep inside her was still feeling it was her fault. She had to be better and they could have lived till today.

The witch looked at the clock next to her bed. It was 6:30pm. She had an hour and half until the party. She stood up and went straight to the bathroom. The water was hot, slightly burning her skin but the girl didn’t minded. She liked it, the mist that caused her to breathe hard, the water that relaxed her body. (Y/N) wanted to stay there longer and to wash all the stress away but the time was flying. After brushing her teeth and putting underwear on she went back to her room. As she entered it someone did the same from the other door. With no surprise, it was Peter.

“(Y/N) are you- Oh mu gosh!”, as he entered in a hurry he fastened to spin around.

“Tell me, Parker…are your spider senses telling you when I am half or fully naked so you can enter in that moment?

“This time I knocked!”, the boy tried to protect himself, “You didn’t answer so I decided to check out what is going on.”

“Only to be sure I am okay?”

“I know it sounds stupid but I care about you and-”, and all of a sudden he shut up with eyes wide opened. (Y/N) blushed at his words but tried to cover it so he would not see it.

“I am flattered you wanna make sure I’m alright but I can handle myself, Parker.”, the girl gave Peter a smile.

“Yeah, okay, I will leave now.”

“No, wait!”

“What?”, the boy was surprised (Y/N) didn’t want him to leave after he saw her half naked for one god knew what time in a roll.

“I have problems with what to wear tonight. Would you stay and help me choose?”

This time both blushed and smiled. Peter accepted and closed the door. He sat on the bed looking at the beautiful girl in front of him. He scanned her body with only one look and gulped in nervousness. She was gorgeous and not only because of her appearance. The girl was a complex character. Once she was confident and sarcastic, other times shy and insecure, on training she was like a killing machine when training with Steve. At those times she scared him but he knew that she was just a broken porcelain doll that would never be repaired and look the same as before. But Peter wanted to be the strength holding all the pieces together. The one being her anchor, to help her get through all of this and to show she wasn’t alone. There was a person that cared and he wanted the girl to understand it. Peter wished to show her all the things she missed – the happiness, the games everyone plays as s child, the feelings of having a first love and the butterflies you feel in your stomach when you kiss, the moments when you cry from joy, laughing, bliss. He wanted not only to make her feel the good part of life but to feel all the things with her. The boy wanted to make this girl happy and to be the reason she was smiling. And when she smiled form heart at his jokes or stupidity he smiled too.  

On the other hand, as the boy was looking at (Y/N) with something like love she felt insecure. When he had entered the room she spoke from annoyance but now she finally understood she was just in her underwear in front of a boy she asked to stay and help her. The girl bit her lip and turned around facing the wardrobe. She opened it and hurried to take the first clothes that she saw. It happened to be simply jeans and tank top.

“Well, you look beautiful in them I have seen but they are too ordinary for the event.”

“What about this one?”, (Y/N) showed the boy a black skirt

“It might work but what would you put on top?”

The witch grabbed almost all of the clothes that were in the wardrobe and began dressing. Peter rejected the combinations thinking it wasn’t for the situation or that the clothes weren’t fitting right.

“It’s 7:45 and I still have no idea what to put on me!”, (Y/N) sat next to the boy and was about to cry. He tried to calm her down but no boy knows the feeling of having a full wardrobe and no clothes to wear. It was despairing. As Pete was about to say something someone knocked on the door. (Y/N) stood up and went to open it. There was Wanda holding three bags in her hands.

“This is for you. I am sorry I am bringing them so late but put them on and come downstairs with Peter. Don’t be late!”

(Y/N) was surprised when Wanda mentioned Peter but it was probably one of her powers that showed her the teenagers were both in the room.

The girl opened the bags. In the first one she found just the perfect outfit, in the second she found some jewelry and in the third one there was a suit for Peter.

“This one is for you.”, (Y/N) handed the boy his outfit.

“What? Really? Why would they buy a suit for me?”

“I don’t care. Go to the bathroom and put it on. I want to see in something different than jeans ash shirt or your spider suit.”

“Okay, okay. I am going! No need to rush me.”, the boy smiled as he entered the bathroom where he began changing. (Y/N) hurried to change too although she had nothing to be ashamed of. She spent an hour half naked in front of Peter…why was she now feeling insecure? However the girl put the clothes on and looked at the mirror. She was wearing a black tight skirt that ended some centimeters above her knees. The top was short, simple and shower the upper part of her stomach. The way it outlined her curves made the girl look at herself from another angle. For the first time in her life she felt beautiful just because of some clothes. As she finished putting the necklace on, Peter came in the room in his suit. He was trying to put his tie on but with no result.  

“Will you help me?”, Peter asked innocently.

“Yeah.”, (Y/N) murmured after some seconds as she took some time to observe him, “But I don’t think it is necessary.”, as she came closer she took the tie away and removed the black top of the suit. Now he was standing only in his trousers and white shirt that had the top buttons undone.

“You look hot.” , they both looked at each other with wide eyes. Thanks God, she said only this not how she wanted to kiss him right now and bury her hands in his messy hair.

“Thanks.”, Peter smirked as he took his time to observe the girl in front of him, “But I am afraid you are overshadowing me. You are just stunning in this outfit.”, the girl smiled brightly and looked at Peter who was grinning too, “Shall we?”, her offered his hand.

“Let’s go to the party.”, the witch took his hand and they both went downstairs where they could hear the loud music and people talking.

Part 6

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The Tour

Request: New kid reader whos shy and all and Peter gives her the tour so they kinda just you know get closer ?             

Warnings: None.

Masterlist

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

You fiddled your fingers around as you waited for Tony Stark to come back. He said he had gone to get someone, and that he would be right back. But as you waited, more and more anxiety began to build up inside you.

“Y/N?” Finally you heard his voice again

“Y-yeah?” You stood up quickly, clasping your hands behind your back.

“This is Peter Parker, Spider-boy.”

Suddenly you noticed the boy that belonged to the shoulder Tony had his hand on.

“It’s Spider-man.” Peter whispered, looking at his feet.

“Peter this is Y/N,” Tony gestured toward you with jazz hands.

You tried to control your breathing as you looked at Peter.

He reached his hand out to you, which you didn’t even notice at first.

“I-I’m Y/N.” You mentally punched yourself in the face. “S-sorry that was stupid, you knew that. oh my god I’m an idiot..” You trailed off.

You noticed Peter’s cheeks turning red. You mentally punched yourself again for making him uncomfortable.

“Sorry.” You added quickly.

Tony rolled his eyes as he stepped closer to the two of you. “Peter I want you to give Y/N the tour.”

“M-me?” He squeaked.

Oh great’ you thought. ’He already hates you.You ruin everything

“Maybe it’d be better if I just did this another day-” You reached for your bag.

“No!” Peter said, a little to quickly.

Tony rolled his eyes again, “Teenagers.”


“So, over here is where the Avengers put their coffee grounds in the sink. And here is where Mr. Stark usually stands when he yells at them about it.” Peter walked you around the kitchen.

You chuckled and nodded him on.

“Oh!” Peter looked up, realizing that you weren’t alone anymore. “Y/N, this is The Black Widow! She’s so cool!” He whispered the last part.

“H-hi.” Your shoulders went up slightly.

“Nat.” She corrected Peter, holding her hand out to you.

You eyed it cautiously for a few seconds, but she waited patiently, until eventually you shook her hand and smiled.

Peter continued to show you around for another hour, damn that place was huge.

“And, that concludes our tour!” Peter said as he closed the last door.

“It’s umm- big.” You said quietly. “Thanks, Peter. Maybe we could do this again sometime.” You added.

"Yeah, no problem!” He rocked back and forth on his feet. “And, Sure.” He smirked.

“Well, um. I’ll see you later!” You added quickly before speed walking away.

“Yup!” He shouted across the room.

You were about to make it out of the room, but you heard a sudden sound and decided that it must have been coming from the air ducts, followed by;

“Just kiss already!”

You stopped dead in your tracks, swiveling around slowly to face Peter. Putting one finger up into the air and pointing to the ceiling you asked, “W-what’s- Who… What?”

“Oh, yeah. That’d be Clint.” He shrugged.

“Oh, Okay.”


July/16/2017


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“Draw me like one of your French...boy ?” - Jason Todd x Reader

I’ll never get tired of writing thing with Jason (the best Robin FIGHT ME ON THAT !). Hope you guys will like it :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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-Can you flex your back muscles please ? 

How could you just ask questions like that without even flinching ? Or blushing at least ? Err. Those were stupid questions, and the answer was very simple : you didn’t like him that way. For you, he was just a friend. Just a friend who accepted to get down in his underwear for you, so that you could practice anatomy. Totally normal. That’s what friends were for. Helping. 

-Great, thanks Jason. That’s great. Wait, turn just to your left a bit…yeah, perfect, thanks. Oh, do you want a blanket or something ? 

-No. No thanks. I’m fine. Just a…little swift of cold wind that’s all.

“Just a little swift of cold wind”. Yeah. Right. Your hand brushing his bicep when you angled his body like you wanted, that’s what made him shiver. But hell was he glad you thought it was because he was cold. 

You were just his friend. His extremely talented friend. His extremely talented friend he was in love with. Oh bugger, he was in for a treat…

It was very rare, that Jason found himself speechless. Or that he was afraid to ask a girl out. After all, like his father, Bruce Wayne, he was quite the ladies’ man.

He never found it hard to ask for someone’s number, or if they wanted to go get dinner with them. But with you ? Well, with you, it was different. And he didn’t really know why…Maybe because he was genuinely in love ? Because this time, if you said “no” to his date proposition, he had everything to loose ? 

You entered his life quite randomly. He was running in one of Gotham’s park and as he ran around it multiple times, his eyes couldn’t help but notice you, sitting in the grass with a sketchbook and a pencil…Especially because you kept staring at him when he was going by. 

Curiosity got the better of him, and after a seventeenth tour of the park, he stopped to stretch…right in front of you. And you kept staring, making him uncomfortable. He was never uncomfortable ! On the contrary, he liked when girls looked at him. He liked it a lot. But you…God he felt uneasy. 

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starter sentences for enemies
  • "I want to be there when you get what's coming to you."
  • "One day karma is going to bite you in the ass."
  • "How could you do this?"
  • "What do you want now?"
  • "If you are going to be two-faced, at least make one of them attractive."
  • "Fuck you!"
  • "Oh, what? Sorry. I was trying to imagine you with a personality."
  • "That was a low blow."
  • "You're truly a disgusting person."
  • "Don't bring my [relative] into this!"
  • "I would unplug your life support to charge my phone."
  • "What do you think you're doing?"
  • "Have you lost your mind?"
  • "Do you have anything to say that won't result in me punching you in the face?"
  • "Tread carefully."
  • "Two wrongs don't make a right; take your parents as an example."
  • "Get off my property."
  • "Stupidity is not a crime so you are free to go."
  • "Leave me alone."
  • "So what?"
  • "You look like a before picture."
  • "Don't be a coward. Say it to my face."
  • "You're so fake."
  • "Apologize before I deck you."
  • "This means war."
  • "I'd like to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass."
  • "Can't we compromise?"
  • "Go to hell."
  • "Hating me won't make you pretty."
  • "Can you try not annoying me every 30 seconds?"
  • "I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel about you."
  • "Fuck off!"
  • "I thought we settled this."
  • "I'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance."
  • "Stay classy."
  • "You are not as bad as people say. You are much, much worse."
  • "Your sarcasm detector needs tweaking."
  • "Get off me!"
  • "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
  • "Name one reason why I shouldn't walk away right now."
  • "Is this making you angry?"
  • "Karma takes too long. I'd rather beat the shit out of you just now."
  • "Shock me and say something intelligent."
  • "Ouch. That one stung."
  • "That's cruel."
  • "I didn't think I was capable of murder until this conversation."
  • "Truce?"
Let Me Love You | Pt. 7

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung 

Genre: Angst 

Word Count: 1282

Masterlist |Ask

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | Part 9

Originally posted by littlechimx2


Jimin never liked to imagine himself as a parent, loving the life of freedom and parties too much to give up on it so easily. Whenever his friends told him that they were ready to settle down and propose to their girlfriends, he scrunched his face and told them that they were doing a mistake.

When he found out that you were pregnant, he tried to handle everything as much as he could. The thought of taking care of a little human being and taking the responsibility to be her father scared him as much as it scared you, who also wasn’t prepared to be a mother.

As months went by and your belly started to grow, his insecurity also grew, making him do things he regretted without any doubt.

He never understood when his friends told him that being a parent is the most beautiful thing in this world. Whenever he saw how his friends interacted with their children, he scrunched his face and turned around, dismissing the thought that he was also going to be a father in a few months.

But when he held his daughter for the first time in his arms, her beautiful, doe eyes looking into his brown ones, he realized what being a father meant.

The moment he wrapped his hands around her tiny body, every kind of emotion started to engulf his body.

How was a little human being like her able to make a grown up man feel such emotions?

He never found the answer to that question. The only thing he knew for sure was that he would do anything for his daughter. Even if it meant that he had to get out of her life..


Today was the day.

The minute Jimin bid goodbye to the darkness, he found himself in the nursery room of his daughter, watching her cute sleeping form with a smile plastered on his face.

He took in ever little detail of her face, gazing her body with teary eyes when he realized that this was the last time he would be able to see her.

Jimin watched how his daughter opened his eyes slowly, her scrunching face warning him that she was going to cry any minute.

Reaching out for his daughter immediately, he took her out of her crib while she was screeching near his ear.

Patting her head gently, he started to place soft kisses on her face. When Hana felt the warmth of his father, she stopped crying immediately, the adorable smile plastered on her face making him doubt that she was crying just seconds ago.

Even though she was only 6 months now, her character started to develop with a blink of an eye, to fast for the liking of her father.

“Hana, my beautiful daughter, listen to me. This might be our last encounter together.. Please forgive me, okay? I couldn’t take care of you at the beginning. I couldn’t be a good father for you.. But believe me, it wasn’t because I didn’t love you or because I didn’t want you. I just failed.. I was scared and selfish..  B-But I know that you’re going to be a beautiful strong girl when you’re grown up. I’m sorry that I won’t be able to see your first steps or witness your first birthday. I love you, Hana..”

When Jimin looked down at his daughter with his teary, bloodshot eyes, he realized that she fell asleep on his cozy shoulder, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

Placing multiple kisses on his daughter’s face, he sang the lullaby he wrote for his daughter for the first and last time, ending it with the words.

“Take care of your mother, okay? Forgive me, Hana. I love you..”


Taehyung never imagined that he would ever have this uncomfortable silence with the person he called his best friend and brother.

When Jimin invited him to take a walk with him, he thought that he wanted to fight with him again. But when he saw his best friend’s calm and straight face, he knew that something was wrong.

“Jimin, what’s wrong?”

He watched how Jimin snapped out of his daze, turning his face around to look into his best friends eyes. “W-What? What did you say?”

Concerned, Taehyung grabbed his best friend’s arm, dragging him to a near bench and shoving him down.

“Jimin, are you okay? Are you still mad? Look, Hana needed a father and I-”

“And I needed my best friend, Taehyung.”

Stunned, Taehyung looked at Jimin’s face. “W-what do you mean?”

“Hana wasn’t alone, Taehyung. She has her mother. Even though I wasn’t there, she had me. I never gave up on her. I never gave up on them. I was just scared.”

“Jimin-”

“I had no one else but you, Taehyung. You were my brother. But you too, left me without one. Because your desires were more important than my feelings.”

Not knowing what to say, Taehyung turned his face around and looked at the distance.

“I’m not blaming you, Taehyung. I’m even thankful for everything you did. You took care of them, you showered them with your love, you made them happy. You did everything I was scared to do. And I’m really thankful for that..”

When Taehyung felt Jimin’s warm hand on his shoulder, he looked at him again, smiling when he saw the the genuine smile plastered on his best friends face.

Without a warning, he wrapped his arm around Jimin’s body tightly. “I’m really sorry, Jimin-ah..”

A little chuckle left Jimin’s mouth. “Yah! I told you that it’s okay. Just, please, take care of them for me, okay?”

Leaning back with a confused expression, Taehyung asked hesitantly. “W-Why are you talking like you’re saying goodbye? Jimin, I dare you-”

Punching his best friends shoulder lightly, Jimin beamed at Taehyung.

“Are you stupid? You won’t get rid of me so easily.”


Slowly, Jimin walked towards your sleeping form on the sofa. It was in the middle of the night, the TV was still on, the volume on a soothing level, sounding like a lullaby.

Sitting down on the floor, Jimin looked at your sleeping face. How was he supposed to say goodbye?

Carefully, he tucked the strand of hair out of your face and placed a little kiss on your hand that was tucked down under your chin.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.. I must be stupid for letting you go.. But I can’t stand it anymore, Y/N-ah.. Seeing you with Taehyung breaks my heart. I feel like suffocating. I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done to you. I’m sorry for breaking your heart over and over again. I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I don’t deserve this family. There is no need for you to move out to another country. I’ll make everything easier for all of you. I’m leaving, Y/N.. I won’t hurt you anymore. Take care of Hana and please never forget that I love you both more than you can imagine..”

Wiping his tears away, Jimin leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead for the last time. “Goodbye, Y/N..”

Standing up, he walked towards the door of the house with heavy steps, carrying his bags and dragging himself silently out the door.

Without turning around, Jimin started running the minute he stepped out of the house, scared that he might change his decision when stops running.

Just when he thought he had made it, he heard a voice.

“Don’t go.”


Author’s Note: To all those who said that the OC should stay with Jimin; please don’t hate me.. I don’t know why, but I feel really sorry for Jimin.. My poor baby.. Anyway, I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it ~