#he walked into that club house thinking he was about to say the funniest thing ever only for blake to not laugh

[s9fti3]

I HAVE THE FUNNIEST REQUEST FOR YOU (because this actually happened to me and I need to tell someone send help please)

I started talking to this guy on a dating app a few days ago. He's a little younger than me and normally I don't really date people that are younger than me; for context, it's because I had to mature really early on (it's a whole thing, I won't get into it). Anyway, I gave him my phone number when he asked and so we've been texting ever since; he sends me cute little 'good morning' texts, tells me that he hopes I have a good day, etc. (entirely different from my last relationship of several years - for comparison, it's like I was dating Jane or Caius and suddenly jumped to Seth???).

SO ON SUNDAY, I had been up all night trying to get roleplay stuff together and I stupidly went down to the mini Mart by my house early in the morning (still sleep deprived) to get some coffee, and before I left, I took a cute little selfie in the car and sent it to him. Well I was all excited from how cute the selfie was, and when I climbed out of the car, I LOCKED MY KEYS IN THE CARRRRR FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I WAS TWELVE.

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I haven't told him about it yet ...

I also found out that he roleplays like I do, and so I gave him my Sideblog. And when he followed me, I followed him back.

And I completely forgot that you can only follow from your main blog.

SO NOW THIS MAN CAN SEE ALL THE WEIRD THINGS I LIKE AND DO AND SEND HELP PLEASE

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS FOLLOWING MY MAIN BLOG UNTIL I CHECKED MY FOLLOWERS BECAUSE TUMBLR DIDN'T NOTIFY ME????

ANYWAY, this is all a really long winded way of asking you if you could please ease my embarrassment and write something between Seth and the reader involving these situations and Seth finding out from the reader about it (because my embarrassment is great for writing and I think Seth would be so amused to find out he flustered someone that much)

Thank you for the request, Lovebug!! I hope you like this :) (I have no idea what I’m doing!)

‘Call me maybe?’- Seth Clearwater Headcannon!!

• You had just so happen to meet Seth through Jacobs 17th birthday party. The conversation was very tame, introducing yourself to one another, talking about up coming events and how you liked the small, yet fun party.

• Seth was going to leave early as he had his ‘studies’ to get to. You took your shot and walked over to him, saying your goodbyes and offering to stay in touch. You had given him your personal number- not your home number, which you usually did.

• Sooner or later you guys started talking… a lot. You guys had also just so happened to share your facebooks with one another over call, friending each other. A very new app, Tumblr, was also something you guys had used to communicate. Well, at least on a fake account that is…

• On a very uneventful day, you had came home and opened up all of your social media to see if anything had happened. New friend request on Facebook? Except. Checking to see if Seth had texted you on Tumblr? Nothing. You had went to your other account that was used for your silly likings. Such as books, or movies, or even just clubs! Your heart sunk when you went through your followers for fun.

• You face bad became at least 3 shades lighter than what it was originally. As if on queue, Seth had called. You stared at your phone before picking it up and flipping it open, clicking on the call button… ‘Hello?’ Your voice ran over the line. ‘You’re into ___? Never knew!’ Seth said over the phone. Embarrassed you were. ‘Hey uh Seth, I’m going to have to hang up. I only have a few more minutes until my minutes run out and I can’t call anymore.’ You replied, almost wanting to die. ‘Huh? You said you had bought some extra minutes like… 2 days ago?’ He said confused. ‘Talk to you later, bye!’ I don’t think you’ve ever hung up the phone so fast.

• As if death had taken you by the hand, you avoided Seth, every chance you got. Of course it broke the poor boy’s heart, but over time you both overcame this little embarrassing moment, and now your telling it at your 3rd anniversary with Seth.

[didishawn]

Hey bestie!!!! Your works are chef kiss 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 uhm I was wondering if you can write angst w Ferran? Idk like there's an argument n he says something hurtful?? Miss ma'am tbh I have no clue what im requesting😭😭 all ik is that I'd like some angst ending in fluff pls??? N ur writing is amazing so 🤌🏼

Broken souls (Ferran x Reader)

Warnings: angsty with happy ending, mentions of Ferran's insecurities and mental health, mentions of the internet being assholes, Sira mention (not in a truly bad way as the girl is amazing)

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You know Ferran adores Barça and loves playing in it, it's where his best friends play and 9ne the best club's out there, but sometimes you can't help but wonder if things would be better had he stayed in Manchester City.

Words can bring down even the happiest of people, that person who everyone knows to be the nicest, the funniest, being broken by people on the Internet feeling the need to comment on all his flaws and creating insecurities.

It's terrible for anyone, brings them down, worsens their mental health and makes them sometimes not be themselves.

Your boyfriend, you know is broken, as months pass by he becomes even more of a shell of his true self, he might pretend everything is alright out there, but you know it isn't.

He overworks himself, training hours not enough for him, locking himself in the gym or using the goalie on your backyard to practice until late night hours, then waking up even before the sun rises.

You know he is exhausted, but he refuses to stop, you are worried about what will happen to him, you have told him so multiple times, and the screaming match you both are having right now is a repetition, already happened.

"I just told you to please come to bed, I don't think there is nothing wrong with it!" you shout at him, trying to get your words through that thick head of his, he shakes his head, a smile that is not truthful, almost cruel.

"You don't fucking understand, don't you? How can I go to bed when I fucking suck! Its almost as if you have fun seeing how terrible I am!"

"How can you say that? You know I am your biggest supporter! I just think you should also keep in mind to take care of yourself!"

He gives a dry laugh, face to face with you as he glares down at you, you are not afraid though, you know he would never hurt you -at least not with his hands that he furiously moves around and points at you.

"Really? Because I think you enjoy it, having all culers hating on me, maybe you like that I have no one by my side to have me all for yourself! Always so fucking clingy" he sighs "Sira understood..."

You both tense, his eyes snap into yours, apologetic, trying to reach out for you.

"Love, I'm-"

"Fuck you, Ferran. If Sira was so much better then she can take care of you so you don't fucking die from exhaustion" you are in tears "I fucking care for you and you just treat me as if I was a parasite, someone you don't actually love, maybe you didn't want a girlfriend -at least not me as its obvious you did want Sira, you wanted someone to keep your house clean and all that shit so meanwhile you repay me like this"

You walk away from his, you don't let him grab you a she wants, picking up your purse and intentionally leaving the house keys behind. You stop, see the promise ring on your finger, and go to take it off, his hands stop you.

"Please, amor, don't do that I promise I will try to do better, ok? You are right, I am sorry for treating you like shit, I promise I will listen to what you say"

You laugh "Only when you are about to lose me do you react, how can I believe your words for a second if maybe this conversation will repeat itself in a week"

"It won't, ok? I swear, y/n, I will do my best so there is no repetition on this, I want you, I love you, I won't be able to do this without you. I know I am an asshole, bit the one good thing I have is you and I will make sure to always remind it"

You think it over for a second, dropping your purse you let his arms wrap around you, taking a moment in them, you then go on to whisper.

"You are still sleeping on the couch after that Sira comment"

"Totally worth it if you stay"

[smila-mac]

The gangs favourite tv shows and movies (modern stuff included)

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Ponyboy: Ponys favourite movie is The Breakfast Club, he just is fully in love with everything about it and he always cries. Always. He doesn’t really like TV shows but he likes watching The Good Place cause he likes going over the whole debate about whether Chidi should help Eleanor or not, if there isn’t something insightful or creative about a movie/tv show he doesn’t like it.

Johnny: when i tell you johnny never watches anything but gossip girl and 10 things i hate about you, i mean nothing. he tends to lean towards 10 Things I Hate About You only because he LOVES the romance between Kat and Patrick and he LIVES for Patrick singing to her. he’ll watch gossip girl when he wants something he can turn is brain off for cause he knows what happens.

Dally: Dally loves Brooklyn 99, he thinks it’s the funniest shit to ever exist. when he crashes at the curtis house all you’ll hear from the living room is ‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA’ cause Jake said something funny, Dallas doesn’t have the capacity to watch movies, unless he’s talking to someone.

(rest in peace andré braugher, my heart broke when I found out)

Soda: when i say I have absolutely no basis for this, this is solely vibes, community. Soda loves community and his favourite character is Troy, like he thinks Troy is hysterical. His favourite movie is titanic and he cries every time. EVERY TIME. Darry has woken up at 3 cause he heard crying, he walked into the living room, turned the light on and turned it back off when he saw soda watching titanic.

Darry: star-wars. Everything Star Wars. He watches everything including the new stuff cause he is convinced it will eventually get good, even though soda tells him it won’t. This man is convinced.

Steve: cars 💀. No, Steve’s favourite movie is shawshank redemption, he thinks it’s the best movie to ever exist and when soda tries to mention titanic he just shushes him aggressively and makes fun of him for crying whenever he watches it.

Twobit: friends. He thinks friends is comedic genius and can’t watch anything else (other than Mickey) Like Dallas, he doesn’t have the attention span to watch movies so he just sticks ti his twenty-minute tv shows

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A lot of people thought my last post was really funny so tysm 😋

~ Smila <3

[ibhnubyeejyuavzoo]

Dear S,

I consider this one my first actually relationship. Truly my first love. Our story will forever be special. It was my sophomore year. We had a club event where other school would come and we would get to know each other better. I remember going to the park with my best friend Alex. We were there early to secure a spot for the event. I just remember all these people coming because the event was starting. Then there was you S. Walking in with your brother and I just got lost in sauce. I was stunned by your beauty. I thought you were so beautiful. That day we had a few encounters. We both were next each other playing volleyball on the same team. Magically someone was able to take a picture of the moment as well. After that there was ice breaker we played. I forgot what it was called. But there was someone in the middle and that person didn’t have a partner. So the middle person would choose 3 random partners and the person in the front would have to try to escape from their partner that was in the back of them. First one to touch the middle person is their partner. I didn’t explain it well but oh well. Eventually it got to where you S had no partner, you were the middle person. You chose two other groups and then chose me. I guess it was fate, because I shot out like a cannon. I was able tag you and become your partner. So the next few rounds if the middle person chose us we would wrestle. I didn’t want to lose you but yet I didn’t want to be aggressive. In the future, you told me as well that you didn’t want to lose me as a partner because you thought I was cute as well. After a few more rounds the game ended. We didn’t really talk after that and the event ended. I remember going home and find you on Facebook and adding you. Eventually, you accept my request. But nothing happened for a month or two. Until oneday, I got poked from S. So I decided to poke back. We both got into a poke war. At that time Facebook had this thing where you could poke people. After that you message me saying you want to start poke war and the rest was history. We would continue talking on Facebook. Fast forward, I asked you to be my girlfriend at an event my club was hosting and you said yes. You were finally mines after a month of talking. Our relationship was one of kind. We had great conversations and funniest jokes with each other. We opened up to each other about our past relationships. How we both were hurt from it and how we both cheated on as well. That help us grow even more. We trusted each other and we were able to be vulnerable with each other. So our love grew as we grew older and wiser together. I couldn’t get enough of you and you couldn’t get enough of me. When my parents said they couldn’t take me to come see you. You would come and get me. Or I would run to your house. There was no distance that could keep us apart. Like this one time I asked Alex if he could take me to your school. Just so I can give you flowers and he said yes. We literally got to the school just to see you get into the car and leave. So Alex and I had to chase you down. I remember you were in passenger seat and Alex moved right next to your car. I had the flowers in my hands waiting for you look and realized it was us next to you. It took awhile but you looked up and saw Alex driving next to you. You were confused, but then you saw me in the passenger side with bouquet of flowers. You had the biggest smile on your face. But like all relationships, hardships would come. I don’t know why, but I started to get a really bad temper. There was incident I believe we never forget. We went to old town Sacramento to hangout because there used to be a mall and movies theater there. That day we went out and enjoy our time there. But we got into an argument at the end. I think you wanted to go watch a movie and I didn’t want to go. I don’t remember why I didn’t want to go but I’m assuming it was because of money. We were still high school kids. We didn’t have much money. I just wanted us to save for something else. But you kept wanting to go watch so we argue. It got bad.

[hisbuni]

 ❜୧ so damn cute, charlie walker charlie loves the cutie who sits in the front row of his english class so much he had to have her. no description of reader besides you being a horror movie lover. talks of killing. swearing. slow-burn-ish.

as his body inched bit by bit on top of you, his lips moved slowly against yours, his hands stayed on either side of your thighs and his breathing became heavier. your bedroom felt suffocating and so damn hot. maybe it was because of the combination of your body heat or because things had come to light so quickly.

charlie wasn’t the type to really be outspoken. he liked being in his own world, but he also enjoyed watching—not in the weird way. unless, watching you— who sat in the front in of his english class, perk up every time a horror movie was brought up— was weird then yeah, you could say he was weird then. he didn’t think so though, he just thought you were so damn cute. he adored it so much that sometimes, he would bring them up on purpose, just to see your head raise and look up at him with excitement.

one day, after a lot of harassment from robbie he finally spoke to you after class. he had just packed up his things and was going to head out but spots robbie at the door. his eyes dart over to you who’s stuffing your books into your book bag and charlie’s eyes follow. charlie looked back over to robbie who smiles at him before giving him a thumbs up, with both thumbs like the weirdo he is.

charlie knew what he wanted him to do (because he’d been bugging him all week about it) so he grew some balls and walked over to you. “hey,” he says, making you look up at him. “oh, hey,” you light smile, surprised that he’s even talking to you. “um… i saw how excited you get when i bring up horror movies. do you like them?” he asks, eyes not knowing where to stare on your face because he’s never seen you up this close and he couldn’t pick a favorite. “i actually love them. they’re just either really funny or really scary,” you smile, and god was he lucky he talked to you so he could see that pretty smile up close.

he smiles, “there can always be a mix, like um… house of 1000 corpses. you seen it?” you throw your book bag on your shoulder and damn near laugh at his question. he gets worried that he’d said something wrong until you answer. “yeah. it’s literally the funniest horror movie right along with—” you were cut off by a voice by the door. “come on, love birds. we gotta get to class before the bell rings,” robbie says, smiling awkwardly.

charlie’s quick to glare at his friend for interrupting you but has to admit he’s right. you lightly laugh at charlie’s expression before walking passed him to the door. he follows shortly behind. “i was thinking about joining the cinema club. aren’t you the leader?” you ask once out of the classroom and walking in the direction of your class. charlie nods, eyes sharing a glance between you and in front of him but his eyes were mostly on you.

he didn’t bother checking whether he was going in the right direction of his class, because why would he when you’re talking to him? robbie followed behind the two of you. red light on. he had to get this on camera. “so when can i join?” you smile, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell you, you had to sign up a while back he kept his mouth shut. he’d slip your name on the paper, just for you. “anytime. we’re having a meeting tomorrow after school- if you’re free,” he claims as you take a sudden stop in front of, what he assumes is your classroom.

“i’m never really busy so yeah. i’ll see to tomorrow then?” you asks, and he’s never felt so nervous before. “y-yeah. see you,” he stutters out before you give him a smile and head into your next class. his heart is pounding on his ear drums as robbie puts his hand on his friends shoulder. he heard robbie say something to him, probably along the lines of “you really did it, man” or “look at my little boy… all grown up” but charlie didn’t care. he was too focused on the weird feeling in his chest and stomach.

and now he was having that same weird feeling in his stomach as kissed your lips. your hands cupped his face, bringing the kiss deeper. soon, you were completely laid down, both his arms were on either side of your torso and his legs in the middle of yours. you could tell by the way his kisses were deep that he was needy but they were slow also showing that he was being patient with you. but you didn’t need it, you wanted him as bad as he wanted you.

after leaving your lips, his kisses trail down to your neck and jaw line, leaving cold, wet spots in their waking. his hair tickled your chest as he kissed there too, placing little kissing down your stomach before looking up at you. “this okay?” he asks, breath tickling your tummy making you let out a airy chuckle. “yeah,” you smile. he gives your tummy one more comforting kiss before pulling at your bottoms. once off, he throws them behind him and he goes to pull down your panties but you stop him.

“wait, wait,” you call for him, and he’s quick to come back up to you. worried he’s done something wrong. “w-what’d i do?” he asks, and you only grin. “nothing, baby. i don’t wanna mess up your hair,” you grin making him scoff and let a grin creep on his face at your teasing. you look over to your bedside table and grab two of the three hair ties that sat there. “pink or black?” you smile, holding up both of them for him.

he almost laughs at you but only lets out a chuckle. “which ever one you think looks the prettiest,” he grins at you, dark eyes begging for you to hurry so he could get a mouth full of you. “pink it is,” you grin, throwing the black up to the side. you hold it out to him so he can put it on and he takes it with another chuckle. as he sits up on his knees between your legs, he only looks down at you while tying his hair in a low bun.

now done, he leans back down to your face and gives you a soft kiss. “happy?” he asks, after pulling away a bit. “very,” you tease. he only grins as he kissed, once again, down your neck, chest and stomach, but much quicker than last time. “good,” he mumbles against your skin at your tummy before pulling away and pulling at your panties. this time, he hears no protest so he licks a long strip of you as tucks them into his pocket.

your breathing becomes heavier and your mouth falls open as he licks some more- not dipping his tongue in just yet. he wants to hear you whine just a bit before he does so, because he wants to see how bad you want it. even so, he needs it just as bed so he’s happy when you open your legs wider for him with a whine. after letting him see your pink insides, he couldn’t help but lick you up and let his tongue rub around your sensitive nub.

you moan at the sudden attention and are quick to place your hand on his head, wanting more of him. charlie likes the way your lightly bucking your hips into his face so he wraps his pink lips around your clit, gaining an loud moan from you. his tongue laps at it in circles as your eyes roll in the back of your head. “c-charlie,” you moan out.

charlie would’ve squeezed his hard-on in his pants when he heard you call out his name but he was too busy pushing and lapping his tongue quickly on your clit to remove an arm from around your legs. head empty, you could feel yourself getting closer. oddly, charlie could feel it to by the way you squeezed around nothing so licked faster. “want you to cum on my face,” he mumbles against your cunt.

the vibrations of his words making your cunt react like a whore and admittedly spaz around nothing as you came. mouth open, back arched, you cum on his face and he swears he leaked in his boxers a bit- or a lot. removing his mouth from your clit, he moves down to your leaking hole and licks you up. him lapping you up rather quickly making you whine out for him.

“charlie,” you whine, trying to pull your cunt away, but his arms are locked around your legs. “shh. i know, i know,” he whispers against your sensitive cunt. tongue lapping at you a bit slower now but still making sure to get your juices. “just taste so good,” he mumbles, before giving your clit one more good suck making you shutter.

[lucindarobinsonvevo]

The Doctor Blake Mysteries s4e5: A Difficult Lie (2016)

[ravewood]

Please Come get me: pt3

Juice Ortiz Imagine (little smutty)

pt1 pt2 pt4

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It has been two months since Juice basically kidnapped you or in other words made you stay at his house. At this point you felt like you where going crazy always locked up here alone. You weren’t always alone. Juice made sure there was someone from the club always watching the house if he wasn’t home. 

Some days he was home all day with you, but most days he had to work at Teller-Moore or he had to work for the club. The funniest thing he let you do was taking you grocery shopping with him. Besides that, you never left. 

You and Juice fell into a routine. Most morning he was up before you, he would make coffee and breakfast and leave it for you before table, which didn’t matter when Juice and you always ate at the island anyway. You made dinner for once he got home. You’d talk about what he did, if he’s found anything. 

Some night he would watch a movie with you on the couch. Other nights he would be locked away in his office. Juice made you stay in his room, there was no way he would let you sleep on the couch. You didn’t get why Juice just didn’t make the two extra rooms he head into guest rooms, they just stood their empty with some tech stuff in boxes. 

You groaned looking at you phone seeing a text from Juice saying he wont be home tonight. You felt antsy staying here, but you did feel safe. Maybe you could just go for a run, or something to get out. You slipped on some bike shorts and a sports bra. It wasn’t that late, and you where pretty sure the prophet would follow you anyway. 

You slowly start running down the street, happily number to the music blasting in your head phones. Maybe you could stop by your house, it wasn’t too far. Maybe a 5 mile run would be good to clear your head. 

Juice felt on edge. He still wasn’t sure who was threatening you. He felt over worked between, the club, the shop and you. He sighed as he parked his Harley on the drive way before heading in. 

As soon as he walked in he felt something was off. You weren’t in the kitchen, or on the couch. It was too quiet. There was a few things messed up and he knew you wouldn’t have touched it. He pulled his gun walking through the house.

“Y/N?” He called out for you but got no answer. The house was empty. Juice ran outside grabbing the precept the his shirt. 

“Where is she?” He asked feeling anger wash over him that he couldn’t hold back.

“I don’t know! I tried to call you for the last hour you wouldn’t pick up.” He said as Juice dropped him to the floor. Juice rolled his eyes before calling your cell. It went straight to voice mail. He had an uneasy feeling making his head spin. He went back in the house going to his office. He pulled up your gps since you won’t answer the phone. He groaned before running back out getting on his bike and heading to your house. 

“Y/N!” He called walking into the house. You felt your heart jump out your chest. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked him shocked. Your haven’t picked up when he called before. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked crossing his large arms over his chest. 

“I just went for a run and find of ended up here gez.” You said copying him and crossing your own arms. 

“You can’t be out yourself, it’s not safe!” Juice yelled. He couldn’t hold himself back. He didn’t understand how you could be so stupid and reckless. He would’t know wha tot do if he really lost you. 

“I just needed to get out, and did you know about this?” You yelled back pointing at your place. It was trashed. 

“Yeah I did. I got their plates when they where here.” Juice said as he started to pull you out. You knew you couldn’t argue with him anymore. You felt tears pooling in your eyes just thinking about it. This wasn’t your home anymore. 

“I’m sorry for yelling.” Juice said once you finally got back to his house. He noticed the tears in your eyes. 

“What am I suppose to do? Where am I suppose to go after this?” You asked finally letting all the salty tears spill out. Maybe you’ve been holding them back for a little too long. 

“Y/N, I got it handled. I am going to deal with them tomorrow. No one is going to bother you, I promise.” Juice said as he tried to pull you back into his arms but you pushed away. 

“How’d you even know where I was?” You asked looking at him with those eyes. 

“I tracked your phone.” Juice admitted. He didn’t want to start lying to you again. That was the whole reason your relationship ended the first time. He wasn’t about to mess this all up again. 

“You’ve been tracking me this whole time? Really Juice?” You asked not sure how to feel about it. It was a overstep on your privacy, you weren’t even together. Juice hasn’t said a word. 

“How long?” You asked looking at him with wild eyes trying to search for something, anything in his warm brown ones. 

“Since the first time you spent the night at my house.” Juice admitted. He couldn’t hide anything form you now. 

“Are you kidding me?!” You asked taking a few steps back trying to get some space. 

“I only did it to protect you. I did it for myself. I just- I needed to know you where safe. That’s all I care about.” He said walking towards you. 

“How is this keeping me safe?” You asked still desperate.

“If it where up to me you’d never leave my site, but that it not realistic. I’m doing this for me not to go absolutely crazy worrying about you.” Juice said as his hands came down on your forearms pulling you back against him. 

“I have no home anymore. I’m always stuck here alone. I’m losing it Juice! What am I suppose to do?” You yelled back hitting on his chest, that didn’t seem to bother him at all. 

“Shhh Y/N. Just stay with me, that’s all. We’ll figure it out I promise.” Juice whispered into you hair holding you in a tight hug.  

“We can’t pretend to be playing house Juice. I can’t do this.” You mumbled into his chest. 

“What do you want then?” Juice asked leaning back a little to look down at you. 

“I don’t know Juice.” You whispered. You knew what you wanted but you always knew how unrealistic it was. 

“Once I get rid of these guys, We’ll talk okay. I’ll give you whatever you want, even if it’s never to see me again. But please, just think about us. I know I don’t deserve a second chance. But at this point I’m begging for one Y/N” Juice said before leaning down. His lips hovered over your own for a few seconds giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. 

Since you didn’t dare move, Juice closed the remaining space letting his lips work against your own. His large warm hands cupped your face desperately and gently holding you. You owns hands your grasping at his shirt pulling him down closer if that was even possible. 

“Lets get you home then.” Juice said pulling away. He didn’t want to push his luck with you. He knew you where going through a lot and didn’t want to lay on even more for you to worry about. 

As soon as you got back to his house you felt better, safer. You watched Juice took off his Kutte and boots. 

“You want dinner? I got Chinese take out, it might be cold by now though.” Juice said walking back into the kitchen with you following him. You both leaned against opposite counter as you ate the cold Chinese food. 

“Thank you for being here for me.” You said breaking the peaceful silence. 

“I’ll always be here for you, you know that.” Juice said rolling his eyes at you. Even with the break up that didn't mean he didn’t care for you. He still loved you. 

“Then why’d you break up with me?” You asked you voice slightly cracking. It was something neither of you talked about. You thought ever thing was perfect between the two of you before, you didn't expect the breakup. It crushed you. He was the one you saw a future with, the only life you’d ever thought about. And like that he took it all away from you. 

“I didn’t want to hold you back I guess. I - my life isn’t-I just always fuck everything up you know.” Juice started rubbing his jaw. 

“You don’t. You where the best thing that every happened. You where my best friend Juice. Do you know how hard it was just one day no contact from you, like you didn’t even exist. Like nothing we had mattered. I felt like you’ve lied to me, played me. This whole other life you had” You finally let out everything you have been holding back the last year. 

“Y/N don’t say that. You where my whole world. I couldn’t drag you into all this shit.” Juice said hating himself for putting you into this situation. No matter what he does it seems to be messing up. 

“I’m already in all this shit. You didn’t have to leave me. If you even loved me in the first place, you wouldn’t have just left.” You mumbled not being able to look at him. He looked like a sad broken puppy. 

“I loved you, I still love you. I never meant to hurt you, I thought I was doing what was best for you.” He admitted coming closer trying to get you back in his arms. 

“You don’t get to decide whats best for me.” You said in a cold tone. You where together, you thought you where suppose to make decision together. 

"I will do anything to protect you. You don’t have to agree with it, but know what I do, everything I do is to keep you safe.” Juice said looking down at your big eyes. He has always done everything he could to protect you. No matter what, even if that meant not having you. 

“Juice.” You whispered out not knowing what to say anymore. There was no way you could fight him about his, he was a stubborn man. He took another step closing the distance between. His arm wrapped around you waist holding you against him. His other hand came around holding your cheek. 

"Your all I have Y/N.” Juice said honestly. He knew he had the club but outside the club he had no one. The club was his only family in a twisted way. But you where all he had, he felt like he had a home with you. 

“Can I?” He asked looking down at you with pleading eyes. You nodded your head just a little not able to speak. Juice without hesitant bent down placing his lips against yours. You knew you shouldn’t be kissing him. Your hands gripes his shirt desperately as you pulled him closer.  

Maybe it was everything that was pent up over the past your was finally tipping over. And with these two months of living together both avoiding to touch the other like the plague. Juice knew he couldn’t hold himself back if he got too close to you. You had this over whelming hold over him since the day he first saw you in town. 

Juice pushed you into the bedroom, you both now, missing clothes. the thing cotton fabric of his boxers and your panties where the only thing standing in the way. He gently but forcefully pushed you on the bed, finally breaking apart form your lips, from your body. 

“Tell me to stop Y/N.” Juice begged standing between your legs. He knew if this line was crossed he wouldn’t be able to go back. He knew he wouldn’t be able to let you go again. 

“I don’t want it to stop.” You whispered feeling so bare in front of him. That was all Juice needed before getting on top of you pulling you lips back to his. God how he missed you. 

“I wont be able to let you go Y/n” He mumbled between your lips as his hands pulled away any remaining cotton fabric. 

“Good.” You mumbled back pushing your hips against his. You could feel Juice groan before you felt an over whelming warmth sep through you. Juice slowly let him inside letting you adjust to him.  He couldn’t help but groan at how tight you where, how dripping wet you where. He had to know you needed him just as much as he needed you. 

“Your all mine. Your soul...your body,” Juice said as his brown eyes bore into yours. He moved slow but hard pushing deep into you as if he where torturing you. Your hands gripped his upper arms nails digging into his tanned skin. 

Juice knew better then letting his mind race into thoughts of nothing, especially when he was with you. You knew how to read him inside and out. He didn’t want to share you. He needed to know you where all his. This year apart tore him into insanity as his thoughts where always laced with you. 

The darkest parts of his mind bringing him into thinking you where with someone else. That some other guy got to touch what was his. It only made him more insane. 

“Juice! uh-” You moaned out as he was hitting deep inside rubbing and pushing against your g spot. He knew your body, every inch, every mark and every curve. 

“Tell me!” He huffed out his hand coming to your throat as your eyes rolled back. 

“I’m yours Juice - AH no one.” You stumbled out between deep moans as he finally picked up the pace. 

“No one.” You whispered out your eyes locked onto his warm but burning brown ones. He knew what you where telling him. It only made him grow harder inside of you. He had to know that no one had what was his. 

“Cum for me baby.” Juice said as he was looking down at you unraveling under him. It was his favorite site to see. Your long messy hair, your body slightly glossed over with sweat. Your cheeks bright pink , your lips pouted as moans escaped. Your back was arched as your tried to push even closer to him. He knew you where close as your tight trembled every time he pushed back inside you. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, he was already holding himself back as much as he could. 

Your moans echoed in his mind as he felt the knot explode inside of him. He kept moving as you where shaking under him. Both of you where a complete sweaty and wet mess as he fell back into the bed next to you. 

“That was nice... really nice.” You whispered still not able to catch your breath from what just happened. 

“Tell me you love me?’ Juice asked almost demanded. He was lost in his mind, you could tell. You let out a small chuckle before rolling over letting your body hug onto his side. your hands went to tracing the tattoo on his chest. 

“I love you Juan Carlos, I never stopped. Don’t be stupid.” You said placing a few kisses on his chest, his neck and to the corner of his lips. He was too smart, he got lost in his own mind, in tornado of thoughts that would take him away from reality sometimes. 

“I don’t know why you do, or how lucky I was for you to see pay me much of a second thought. I’ll pay to whatever God it was that put you in my life. But I can’t let you go now, you know that. I don’t know what I would do if you stopped loving me. I don’t think even then I’d be able to let you go Y/n” Juice said not being able to look into your eyes. He knew how crazy he probably sounded but he had to tell you what you where getting yourself into. 

“I know.” You whispered pulling him to look at you. You missed this man so much, you weren’t sure how you where even living day to day without him. It was all a blur. 

[4dtk]

NCT127 falling in love with a s/o with a time-consuming job like a lawyer or a doctor

NCT 127 with an s/o who has a time-consuming job

this is so cute, thanks for requesting! i made this in a format in the ways that the boys might show their care when you’re so busy with your job :) long as hell LOL enjoy!!

brief spoilers for shang-chi if you haven’t watched! i just watched it this week lol it was really good

→ TAEIL would direct conversations to a more neutral stance. it’s not that he wants to talk about himself, but sometimes if you don’t want to talk about your case or patients, he easily slips into conversation about theories or his favourite tv show or your rundown of what groceries to take for the next time you head to the supermarket. just really normal small things that take your mind off the stress, especially at night when you’re laying in bed and just before you’re drifting off to sleep, the two of you would engage in a topic that you both know fairly well about and then you’re usually the first to succumb to sleep. taeil purposely picks out topic he knows will excite you (and bc he knows you’re passionate about it, he reads up on it which allows a well-balanced convo). if you’re rambling on about a topic, then he’ll occasionally play the guitar while laying down, just simple melodies that bring a lot of peace to the room.

“wait- how d’you like this melody?” taeil softly says, changing it instantly when you commented on the previous, discordant one. your nod encourages him to carry on with the plucking of his fingers while you yourself continue with your rambles. “so i’m saying right, it seems totally unfair for him, and you’d think that, right? but all he ever does is whine and moan about his misfortunes, plus his character is so terribly written i kinda feel sorry for-“

the halted melody prompts a sharp turn of your turn to the guitar, which you almost collide with, “what?” taeil only shrugs. “nothin’. just like how passionate you get about the show, it’s cute.” your boyfriend smiles after, ignoring how his words affect you and how your cheeks heat up at it.

→ JOHNNY is one to take you out after your work. it’s not to a super intense, high-energy place like a club or anything, but small little dates that won’t take up much time. eating dinner at a restaurant, walk in the park, small cafe trip, strolling through supermarket to make fun of brand names. if you’re too tired that day, he always finds a way to make your time at home fun. from setting up a small karaoke session, to maybe making a pillow fort, to trying out new cuddling positions, he has everything on his mind. always showing you things to cheer you up if you happen, from memes to funny videos. is low-key down for you to review crime/doctor shows too, just to see how accurate they nail it. your time at home is consuming endless pieces of media until your tummies hurt or you’re sniffling at a movie together.

“hold on- lemme show you this video,” johnny’s hand is outstretched to you once he finds the video and your spoon full of food is left near your mouth. you proceed to watch the low quality video which your boyfriend claims to be the funniest video on earth.

W-HOR? WAH? the girl’s finger in the video traces over the word “who” as she struggles to pronounce it, with presumably her sister in the background prompting her. the repeated pronunciation of the word makes you snort, while the wheezing and the loud NO in the background causes you to fully erupt into laughter. johnny simply smiles at another successful attempt to make you smile.

→ YUTA always has a hand on you when you return home. he brings you into a hug, he guides you by your back, you have to eat with one hand bc he can’t keep his hand off of you. he hopes his little touches will ease your tiredness even by a bit and if you don’t want it, he’ll stop, but it’s yuta’s way of showing he cares without words. busy days with yuta usually involve just sitting in silence as you catch up on a show or a series, or even listening to a song in silence and enjoying each other’s company. he will talk if you want to, but if not that’s fine too, preferring more to stroke your hair in silence and think about how much he loves you. becomes very sappy when you’re in the quiet of your room and generally is very fond of the small pockets of time you get to spend before you two fall asleep. likes that you’re so resolute in your job but can be soft around him behind closed doors.

“you comfortable?” yuta calls out, barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm tighter around you. there’s comfortable ministrations that his does with his fingers, massaging the skin under your pajamas while you snuggle deeper into his chest. humming, you tighten your hold around his top.

“i am, yeah,” you can’t care much for the tv show on the screen now, with empty takeout boxes and tissues littering the coffee table. you feel the gentle kiss of yuta on your head before you’re drifting off to dreamland to a scratchy, 60s jazz song playing through the speakers.

→ TAEYONG would always welcome you back with a table set and food ready, always. he knows that food is the way to someone’s heart and you eating his food always makes him happy and offers to clean-up. lets you shower first if you come back together, puts you before himself very often that sometimes you have to tell him to tone it down because you don’t want him ending up more tired than he already is. following up on this, taeyong would show his love by cooking your lunches for you. when he has the time he makes the effort to put it in a nice bento or box for you to eat. he also does the general chores around the house (assuming the two of you live together) so the bed will be a little less messy when you come back, the floor’s cleaner, the countertops aren’t so cluttered with stuff. even if there’s nothing to clean up, he always these small little things before you come back, and even if you don’t notice it, he sees the way you’re able to navigate the space or when you’re more at ease and it makes him smile.

“do you want to shower first?” taeyong calls out softly, admiring the clean house he’s managed to do up before he went to meet you, “i’ll just hang around until you’re done.”

“you need to prioritise yourself too, yong,” you pout, rubbing a hand up and down his forehead as you toe off your shoes, “how ‘bout we shower together? you did clean the house up pretty nicely.” that earns a grin and a kiss from taeyong, who goes straight the prepare the bath. you chuckle, “he’s already forgotten what i’ve told him.”

→ DOYOUNG supports you silently and listens to your day when you return home and talk about your patient or a case you’re working on. he gives you his own input when he sees fit but other than that he wants you to explain the details. being a doctor and lawyer is crazy and hectic and just wants you to know that you’re appreciated in the workforce. the way he might show his love when caring for a busy s/o like you is when he brings you stuff that you might’ve forgotten like an umbrella or your lunch since you were rushing out of the house earlier. he doesn’t mind going the extra mile to you literally bc it’s a win-win! you get your food, he gets to see you, etc. if not he’ll send someone over to pass it to the receptionist, or he’ll make up for it by meeting you outside the office to apologise and then ask you what you wanna do so he can make it up to you.

“did you manage to get the bento i bought you?” doyoung asks worriedly through the phone, holding up a hand to the staff member who was beckoning him to his photoshoot. “you bought so much!” you exclaim, with a shoulder to your ear, phone perched in between, “thank you doyoung.”

“’m sorry i couldn’t come over to give you your lunch today, angel. i’ll see you after you’re done with work, okay?” you smile at that, shooting a quick reply before you delved into your food.

→ JAEHYUN would honestly serve you once you come back from a busy day tbh. where taeyong does the chores around the house, jaehyun helps by doing the chores on YOU and only you. giving you massages, bringing you dinner on a tray, other unsaid things… and maybe even carrying you from room to room lol he’s relentless and just goes you need to rest, lemme help. big gentleman even when you reject him, doing smaller things like constantly checking up on you, pulling the blanket higher onto your body, cuddling you closer to his body when it’s cold. on top of that jaehyun also one that would meet you at your workplace and take you out like johnny, but those dates are extremely chill. he lets you choose, and when you’re not sure, he takes you on a night picnic at the field or a rooftop, just dinner, but outside bc the view is really nice and he likes the way you look even after a long day of working.

“where should we park our mats?” your head moves from left to right, looking for a suitable spot while you tug on jaehyun’s hand. he hums at it, searching for a spot just like you are. the wind’s blowing gently when you settle near a tree, mat occasionally flying up which you counter with your heavy laptop bag.

“any idea where we can get desserts later?” you call out as a half-joke, not expecting jaehyun to pull up his phone to instantly search for a baskin robbins. “there’s one close-by, wait here for a minute and i’ll go get one for you-“ you laugh before pulling him back down, “don’t worry! we’ll go together, plus i don’t want to be left alone.” jaehyun softly smiles, nodding along as he takes out the food he packed.

→ JUNGWOO has similar intentions like johnny, except he would just wanna stay home. where johnny’s goal is to make you laugh, jungwoo just likes doing things together at home. playing board games, folding the clothes together, making dinner together. it’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, but when he’s given free time he sometimes just likes to laze at home and rest from schedules. he sometimes takes himself out of bed to help before you come back but he’s lazy lolol. loves it when you’re both equally tired and living off 5h of sleep. it’s not romanticising the lack of sleep but your schedules just don’t allow you to sleep equal amounts of hours of sleep. through that, you’re at least able to connect over sleepy talk and droopy smiles while you make the bed or assemble a lego piece or playing video games. if jungwoo’s energetic enough he doesn’t mind doing the crazier activities but he generally prefers those activities done in semi-silence while you exchange jokes and funny videos.

“noooo- no! you only need to move three times, you’re cheating-“ jungwoo pouts and moves back your playing avatar back three spaces on the board game. you purse your lips, not expecting him to see it since he was particularly invested in the movie playing on the screen. knowing it was a shitty film, you tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. with eyes glued to the screen a few seconds earlier, you took your chance to move down one more space in order to get the benefit on the game board.

“you’ll get to buy a house soon, honey,” jungwoo grins cheekily, laughing even more when he’s able to move four steps, landing on the square that you wanted. now it was your turn to pout as he flips the card for property purchases, happily placing it next to his five other houses. “you’re so annoying!” you say as you fall back on the bean bag, but jungwoo doesn’t believe it when he sees a smile poking out from behind the hands shielding your face..

→ MARK sends you a looooot of texts. your convos with him are just him spamming questions or sending you memes. on every platform LMAO he has tweets sent, ig dm’s are blowing up from the weirdass nct memes that some of the fans make, he uses the official nct tiktok account to send you viral trending videos and he’s like we should try this!!!! and it’s a couple doing acrobatics or some shit. he’s crazy. anyway, he just likes to share things with you, from songs, to playlists, to youtube videos or interesting topics like crime psychology or movie theories etc. he knows that you’re hardly going to see it in your job but he sees the way you react across the room when he sends you stuff so he’s sure that you’ll like it after you get off work. sometimes likes to rickroll you, he knows it’s an old trend/troll thing but the thrill of seeing your frustrated replies always make him laugh out loud. when you’re back home, the both of you review whatever you send each other and then laugh together at them.

“hey, babe, check out this video,” mark says in a text, pasting a twitter link to a video. the video starts out interesting enough, mentioning something about a fun fact with stunning visuals has you wanting to learn more. when the guy in the video starts on his first word, the video immediately changes to rick astley with never gonna give you up. you mutter a small fuck under your breath, gaining a bit of attention from your colleagues during lunch break.

under the table, you flip him off in a picture, which he responds with a big smile of his that’s obviously teasing you for falling for it. you’re going to get it when i get back home!!!!! on a new high, you text the message and set your phone down, already excited for the evening where’d you be able to spend your time with him.

→ HAECHAN is a mix of everything kinda. he’d bring you out after work sometimes and other times likes to stay at home, mainly takes you out to eat after work, but that’s the extent of his after-work-escapades, he doesn’t want to tire you out too much. i think one prominent things he likes to do to is vlog to you, send you videos of what he’s doing on set or at home and just treats your convo like a bank for endless videos. y’know how there’s this video feature in telegram? he sends sooo many of those that you have the time of your life watching those on the ride back home. if you have time, you HAVE to facetime him during your lunch break and tell him how you’re doing and how’s your work coming along. do i have to kick someone’s ass for making you feel uncomfortable? is that patient being creepy again? and you have to explain that haechan, no, that patient is an elderly you cannot beat his ass. he’s like i don’t care, creepy dudes are not excused!!! and you can’t help but smile at that. always wants to be talking to you, close to you. if one day, you’re able to bring him to your job, this man follows you around like a lost puppy and just admires what you do, it’s endearing.

“ah, wait- you know how the sister, xia ling was sent to shut down the ten rings army? well… i just reviewed some of the articles and-“ the video cuts into the next one, haechan’s face zoomed in as he looks straight into the camera, “y’know, she might become a villain one day, i don’t know. maybe i should review some of the comics too?”

“anyway! come look at our set for the music video! it’s sexy, outfits are fire, sets are so good, the choreo this time isn’t too hard, either.” haechan asks the other members to wave as he passes them by, no doubt going his own make-up and hair after the others were already done, “okay, gotta go- love you bye!” you smile at that, texting a quick reply before you open up a video of your own, whispering through the speaker with a promise that you’d see him tonight.

[applerubyy]

Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”. 

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever. 

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so. 

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt. 

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment. 

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you. 

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else. 

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D.  Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out. 

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did. 

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress. 

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people. 

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing. 

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin. 

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.  

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America. 

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip. 

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.  

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as dads... 👨🏻‍🍼

a/n; i’m sorryyy i’ve been in a fluffy mood lately I haven’t posted smut in a while but I promise I will! enjoy this though <3

soobin -

bro, he’s the clueless dad

doesn’t know anything about being a parent. is lazy about preparing to be a dad but he has a few tricks up his sleeve

everything would fluster the hell out of him. when the baby poops, when the baby pees, when they baby pukes, or when the baby cries he’d get surprised about it every single time as if it doesn’t happen

you know those type of dads where everything is literally a learning moment for them? yes, that’s soobin

is a dorky dad

his children will most likely own him, he won’t own his children

type of dad that gets beat up by his toddler kids for absolutely nothing

they walk in and kick him in the shin while he’s cooking

or pull his hair while he’s trying to read to them before bed

feel like his daughter would be the exact replica of him like seriously, would have his his whole entire face and matching dimples

with that being said, is an absolute sucker for his daughter

gives her anything she wants even if she’s a spoiled brat he’s scared to say no

needs his wife to teach him how to put his foot down

i feel like soobin’s son would be wild asf lmao

repeats every inappropriate thing that soobin says

“daddy? what does bullshit mean?”.

will scold his kids if they’re acting too wild but they never listen to him so it doesn’t really matter

again, he needs his wife to help discipline the kids

i know it can be quite common for parents of color (minorities) to hit their children but in my opinion I don’t really think soobin would hit his kids all that much

he  would pay a lot of attention to them though and know them like the back of his hand but he can’t really control the shit that goes on in his wild household

his wife will mainly come home every night to a messy kitchen and messy living room with soobin passed out on the couch and the kids curled on top of him snoring

all in all he loves them though, they’re his babies <3

yeonjun --

honestly, yeonjun is a pretty attentive father

i think he would be veryyyyy playful and affectionate

would want to do EVERYTHING with the baby

want to cook, want to clean, want to watch tv, want to talk to him/her and hold them all the time

has separation anxiety when his children are away from him for too long

even if he’s at work he’ll face time his wife often just so he can see the baby

if he takes his kids to the park he’s literally watching their every move

will still hug and kiss them on their cheeks and forehead no matter how old they get

extremely overprotective

no really, don’t touch yeonjun’s babies unless you want to die

protects his daughter from anyone that tries to date her

i think yeonjun’s son would most likely pick up one of his talents and his daughter will pick up the other

his son can sing and his daughter could dance, vice versa

encourages them to follow their dreams

supports anything and EVERYTHING they

definitely documents everything lmao, even if it’s small he’ll record or take a picture

will make a photo album of all of his children’s achievements

is the type of dad that’s always talking about his kids

literally fr--he mentions them in every conversation

he’s just a proud dad alright? don’t judge him

i think yeonjun’s children would be extremely well behaved and well kept 

mostly because yeonjun doesn’t play around LMAO

nah fr, he’s a dad that knows how to scold and punish. his kids know better than to cross him

gives his kids anything they want

takes them on vacations allllll the time 

universal studios, disney world, legoland, you name it and he already booked the trip

honestly the type of dad that’s always somewhere having fun with his kids and posting photos on social media

is IN LOVE with being a dad

beomgyu --

lmao beomie is the cool dad

literally will talk to his baby like he/she is grown 

“i’m tired of this show. you want to watch netflix? big mouth has a new episode”.

“can you stop crying? that’s weird. all you did was pee. you’re acting you’re a baby or something”.

“why don’t you just use words? tell me when you’re hungry. stop acting like you can’t talk”. (his baby is literally 2 months old)

loves sleeping with his babies the most. loves when they cuddle with him in bed and just fall asleep in his arms and on his chest

plays with them all the time, chasing them around the house playing laser tag or ‘the floor is lava’ lmao

loves playing video games with them, doesn’t let them win just because they’re young

will literally beat them in every game with no remorse, he just tells them they have to learn how to beat him

when they’re older he’ll literally let them do whatever they want 

“dad can I go to a party?”.  “sure whatever”.

“dad I’m going to a club with my friends”.  “alright. be safe”.

“dad I think I’m pregnant”.   “damn how that happen? I hope your baby’s father isn’t ugly tbh”.

is the type of dad that will lie to his wife about their children’s bad grades to save their asses

always sugar coats the parent teacher conferences to his wife, telling her that they’re the star students (even if they’re bad as hell)

laughs when one of his kids curse

teaches them the cheat codes to getting what they want in life

his kids ADORE him lmfao

is the most understanding and caring dad there is

taehyun --

strict dad who is a good listener lmao

i think taehyun would be more prepared when he knows he’s about to be a parent. of course he knows he doesn’t know everything but this man would be so prepared lmao

literally would do research on different things just to try and get a better understanding of how children’s minds work

his kids would be baby geniuses please

his daughter would be playing mozart on the piano at the age of two

his son would be a mathematician at four

LMAO i feel like his kids would be smart and mean ASF

literally the bougie kids at school with the latest clothes and shoes and don’t want to associate with the dumber kids

spoiled ROTTEN by taehyun will literally call him for the smallest inconvenience

“dad can you put more money on my credit card? I’m feeling sad today”

“dad I need a spa day”.

and yes taehyun will do these things for them at the drop of a dime

i feel like he’s the type of dad that knows everything, literally can’t outsmart him

if one of his children lies he already knows that they’re lying and already has evidence to prove it

I don’t think any of his children would ever lie to him though lmao taehyun don’t play that shit

type of dad that will allow his spoiled ass kids to live in his house for as long as they want without requiring them to move out

absolutely weak for them

will set up bank accounts and college funds for them

literally does EVERYTHING for them i cannot stress this ENOUGH

will buy their first apartment if they want it

will buy them their first cars

taehyun’s kids : part time job? what’s that?

type of dad that his kids can talk about anything and everything with and they love him for it

can be a crackhead dad too, will do the craziest shit to make his kids laugh

his kids are his world <3

kai --

lmfao i feel like kai is the fine line between being prepared and not knowing what the fuck to do every second

literally needs his wife because he’ll get anxiety trying to make big decisions for them

i think he would be at his prime parenting during the toddler stage since he has a lot of energy. he would bring his kids to trampoline parks and bounce house places allllll the time

his kids’ fondest childhood memories would be somewhere in a bounce house jumping and having fun with their dad

would also love turning on a soft playlist and have coloring sessions with them

is the type to make his kids dress like him, oversized sweaters, baggy jeans and cute sneakers

would buy his kids matching outfits and toys

also would be big on accessories i think. would love buying them cute backpacks, lunchboxes, and pens and pencils lmao

i think kai’s children would be chaotic as helllllllllllll

extremely hyperactive and don’t know the concept of bedtime

has frequent food fights in the kitchen

whenever they take a bath they get suds all over the floor

they eat and nap in the kitchen cabinets even though kai specifically told them not to do that

kids would be EXTREMELY cute so it would always be hard for kai to scold them

his version of scolding is literally, “hey don’t do that”. will never yell or hit

can never find a babysitter for when him and his wife have date nights because his children are always on a rampage

and when they do have do have date nights his children always find a way to facetime him fifteen hundred times about nothing

i think out of all kids, kai’s kids would be the baddest ones in school just because of the contrast lmfaoo

his son draws curse words on his desk

his daughter gets into fights all the time

parent teacher conferences are the funniest because kai is smiling no matter how bad the teacher says his kids are

literally cannot control them LMAO

but they’re so funny and sweet to him he can’t help but become weak for them

when they’re older though I feel like they’ll mellow out only a little but still kinda rebellious 

kai is a positive dad who tries his absolute best lmao but he loves them with all his heart <3

[blu-joons]

When He Gets Jealous Of Another Guy ~ Monsta X Reaction

Hyunwoo:

As soon as you saw Y/F/N walk towards the table you felt Hyunwoo tense up beside you, his hand reaching under the table to rest over your leg.

“Wow,” you chuckled so only he could hear, “I knew you were a jealous guy, but this is bad even for you, why are you being so protective straight away?”

He turned to face you, “I just don’t trust him, I’ve seen the way he looks at you and it doesn’t make me feel confident,” he told you, watching to see where he sat at the table.

“We’re here with all our friends, and you’re sat right by my side, do you really think he’d try something now?” You questioned, moving his hand away from your lap.

“I just don’t get a good feeling from him, that’s all.”

“He wouldn’t dare do anything.”

He sighed heavily, tilting his head to look at you, “I wouldn’t put it past him, you’re stunning, there’s probably loads of guys that would like to get with you.”

“Then it’s just such a shame that I’m already taken, and I don’t plan on changing that any time soon,” you assured him, “just relax a little bit.”

“Alright, but I’ve still got a very close eye on you.”

Minhyuk:

“I’m going now!” You shouted, adjusting your dress in the mirror, seeing Minhyuk come running down the stairs, holding you tightly.

“There’s still time to change your mind,” he whispered, cupping the sides of your face, “you could have a nice night in with me if you wanted?”

Your head shook, cupping the side of his face, “we’ve had drinks arranged for a long time, it’s been so long since I had a night with my friends, we can spend any night together.”

“I know that,” he huffed, “but I don’t know how I feel about you going out tonight, without me, I just want to be able to keep you safe, that’s all.”

“You want to keep me away from Y/F/N, that’s what’s happening here.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you always get this,” you frowned, kissing against his nose, “he’s a friend, that happens to be a guy, but most importantly he is my friend.”

He smiled down at you, resting his forehead against yours, “I know, I’m sorry. Go out and have fun, just text me when you’re on your way home please?”

“I will, promise. Don’t worry about a thing, I’m going out with my friends.”

Kihyun:

“Have you seen this?” Kihyun called through to you, slamming a magazine hard down on the coffee table for you to pick up.

“What’s wrong with it?” You questioned, reading through it and stopping when you saw exactly what would have ruffled his feathers. “It’s no big deal.”

He looked at you, stunned, “how is that no big deal, an idol fancies you Y/N. That’s not how this works, we’re respectful of other idol’s relationships, I’d never do this.”

“He just said he fancies me, he didn’t say he was going to come round to our house and take me away from you,” you tried to reason, calming him down as best you could.

“But you’re mine, why is anyone else even looking at you?”

“You sound so jealous.”

His head shook, sitting down beside you, “I’m not jealous, I’m scared. If one guy fancies you, how many other guys are there? How much competition do I have?”

“You have none,” you smiled, kissing his lips gently, “my eyes aren’t looking anywhere else but at you, and no idol, no matter who it is, will change that.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

Hyungwon:

“I can feel his eyes staring across at you,” Hyungwon whispered into your ear as you walked into the arena.

“Just ignore it,” you sighed, lacing your hand in with his, reminding him that you were right by his side, “there’s no need to let it bother you, what’s he going to do?”

Hyungwon sighed, pulling you into his chest, pressing a long kiss to your lips, “I don’t trust him, I don’t like that he thinks he can look at you like that, I’m the only one who looks at you.”

“Seriously,” you chuckled, “do you realise how jealous you sound right now? He’s not even my boyfriend, you are.”

He sighed, dropping his hands to his sides, “I’m not jealous…alright, maybe I am a little bit, but I don’t want another guy giving you attention, that’s my job.”

“But I don’t pay attention to the attention they give me.”

“But you do to me?”

“Of course,” you giggled, “that’s why I’m stood here with you, isn’t it?” You grabbed both his hands, intertwining them with yours once again.

His head nodded lightly, looking away from your gaze. “I’m sorry I’m being an idiot; I promise I won’t let it bother me for the rest of the night.”

“Good, because it’s ridiculous. But you are cute when you’re jealous though.”

Jooheon:

“Stay by my side,” Jooheon instructed, wrapping his arm around your waist. You jumped lightly at his touch, watching as his eyes stared across the room.

“Careful,” you whispered, loosening his grip around you slightly, “what’s brought this on? Or more, who’s brought this on all of a sudden.”

He turned inwards to shield you, “I overheard that guy earlier telling his mate that he was going to buy you a drink, so I’m making sure he knows you’re not available.”

“I would have said no if he offered,” you tried to tell him, but Jooheon didn’t listen, determined to make his point to the group. “Shall we just go home instead?”

“You’re having a good time, we don’t need to go because of this.”

“I’d rather be at home anyway.”

Before things could escalate you guided Jooheon out of the club and towards the nearest taxi. “How can one person be so oblivious to when a girl isn’t single?”

“I don’t know,” you chuckled, “but seeing you jealous certainly was a sight,” you teased. “You’ve really got no need to get so jealous, you know that?”

“How can I not? Look at you, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

Changkyun:

The vibration of your phone caught your attention, turning it around and sniggering at a comment from one of your work colleagues.

“Something funny?” Changkyun called from across the room in response to your laughter, “it’s that guy from the office again isn’t it?”

You glanced across at him, turning your phone down to reply to it later. “It was, he put a funny comment in our group chat. Why are you saying it like you are, what’s wrong?”

“He’s all you talk about,” he groaned, standing up from the sofa, “it’s like everyone else is invisible to you.”

Your eyes rolled, “so what you’re trying to tell me is that you’re jealous of a guy who I have a strictly professional working relationship with, right?”

“Well when you put it like that, maybe I am a bit.”

“But why would you be?”

“Because he made you laugh,” he cried out, “it sounds silly but I hate knowing that other people can make you laugh, I should be the one to make you laugh.”

You walked across the room to him, “you’re the funniest person I’ve ever met, that’s why I’m here with you, not with anyone else Changkyun.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But just remember, I’m definitely funnier than him.”

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Masterlist

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

Hey love, was wondering if we could get some more mean girl x soft boy with Peter with promts 10 and 37??

Yes!! My favorite, of course, I made reader a Stark too cause spoiled rich mean girl with soft little Peter kills me. Hope you like it!

Requests are still open guys, you can use the prompts or just request whatever you want to, I write for Peter and Tom, love you guys xx

Full of Surprises

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Summary: Peter wants you to take him to a party, which ends up being nothing like he expected

Prompts

Masterlist

Prompt #10 - “I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to pretty boy.”

Prompt #37 - “You wanna sneak out?”

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It would be hard to summarize (y/n) Stark in any sort of brief, meaningful fashion, she was too complicated for just a few sentences. If Peter had to call her just a few things he’d say she was complex and charismatic. She could be a little bratty, she liked getting her way, but most people still liked her, they still wanted to be around her. She was glamorous, with her designer clothes and nice cars and the paparazzi, she held the whole Stark legacy in a custom made, diamond encrusted pink birkin. Peter didn’t get the appeal of the money or the popular girl front she had at school, he thought the real her was a lot more interesting.

In getting to know her he had found she was actually a lot softer than most people thought, she just took a bit to warm up to people. He couldn’t blame her really, he’d seen firsthand the way kids at school tried to get close to her just for the exclusive invite or a Twitter follow, so he understood her hesitation. What he didn’t understand was why she wanted to be popular and famous, why she liked it all so much. It was puzzling to him, but he found both sides of her equally endearing. Even dorky little Peter couldn’t resist the pull of her glamorous life, he couldn’t deny that part of him wanted to be closer to that side of her too. He wanted to be the boy on her arm at all the parties she went to, but he had to get out of his comfort zone to do that…

“Yo Parker, you riding with me?” (y/n) turned around to face him as their final class drew to a close.

He nodded, “Yeah, if that’s cool with you.”

“I was hoping you would, I need your help,” she winked, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she stood.

He followed after her, his brows knit in confusion, “What do you need my help with?”

“There’s a party this Friday, dad said I can’t go,” she rolled her eyes, “So annoying, anyways, I was going to ask you to cover for me. I’ll tell him I’m at your place studying or something and you just tell him I’m with you if he asks. I know you're a perfect little angel, but I’ll owe you so big and I promise you won’t get in trouble with him. Plus I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“You don’t need to buy me anything, you know that,” he blushed, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he contemplated his next move, “There is, uh, something you could do for me though…”

“Oh really?”

He nodded, “I want to go with you.”

She paused right in front of the limo and raised a brow at him, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

She laughed as she climbed into the car, apparently finding the suggestion to be the funniest thing she’d heard all week, “Peter it’s a party with people and dancing and alcohol, I don’t think it’s your scene.”

“Then I’ll sneak out.”

His cheeks flushed and he frowned, “I’ve been to parties, I want to go, you always have fun don’t you?”

“You’ve been to high school parties,” she rolled her eyes, “There is no way May would let you go to this kind of party.”

“You wanna sneak out?”

“I sneak out all the time,” he reminded, “I’m probably better at it than you.”

“Point taken,” she smiled brightly at him, “Okay, why do you want to go out to parties all of a sudden?”

He shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, “I might as well give it a try, maybe I’ll like it.”

She hummed, contemplating what to do for a moment, “Okay, I’ll take you, but no dorky t-shirts.”

“What’s wrong with my shirts?” he glanced down at himself with a frown.

“Well I think they’re cute, but they aren’t really party material. In fact I don’t know if anything you have is…”

He blushed at the compliment, “I can just wear a plain shirt then.”

“I’ll pick something out for you,” she smiled, “My arm candy has to match me.”

“Okay, but I’m not wearing the Spiderman suit.”

“You’ll wear what I tell you too babe,” she patted his cheek, smiling while his blush spread up to his ears, “Pick you up at 8?”

“Y-Yeah, sounds good.”

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As promised, (y/n) arrived at Peter’s house at 8 sharp, holding a garment bag and dressed in a knee length tan trench coat.

“That’s what you're wearing?” Peter cocked his head in confusion, looking her up and down before quickly adding, “N-Not that you look bad or anything! I-It's just not what I normally see you wear to parties and stuff…”

His mouth went dry and he could only nod as he took it all in, “Y-Yeah, you look great.”

“I’ve got an outfit on under it, I just didn’t know if May would be home,” she pushed the garment bag into his hands with a smile.

“She’s working late tonight, I told her we’re going to the movies,” he shut the door behind her, his whole face blooming red as she tossed the trench coat off.

“Great, I look hot don’t I?” she giggled, spinning so he could admire her full outfit, a baby blue cropped cami and a matching skirt that fell just above her knee. The skirt had a slit leading up her right thigh and the whole thing was covered in a slightly darker blue Louis Vuitton monogram.

“I know,” she smiled proudly before gesturing to the bag in his hands, “Well come on, promise you’ll look hot too.”

He swallowed and opened up the bag to reveal a blazer with the same color and print as her outfit, “You don’t expect me to wear just this right?”

She burst into a fit of laughter and shook her head, “No, I was thinking just some jeans and a white shirt underneath, but hey, if you’re really feeling yourself I won’t stop you.”

“No, no, tshirt and jeans sounds great,” he pulled the blazer from the bag, “I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she sang as he disappeared into his bedroom.

Peter was only gone for a second, returning almost immediately dressed per her instruction, “Happy?”

She nodded, “You look great, blue’s your color,” she stood, grabbing the edge of his jacket, “And red, and yellow.”

“You just listed all the primary colors,” he laughed.

“And I was right,” she moved up to his collar, flattening it out for him, “You for sure look best in yellow, but I know blue is your favorite, so I figured we’d wear blue.”

“Thanks,” he didn’t know how else to respond, “So what are we going to do there?”

“Oh come on Peter, you know what happens at a party,” she laughed, her hands moving up to his hair, tussling it slightly, “Didn’t you tell me you went to parties?”

He blushed, “Well one party, and it didn’t go great… I mean it can’t be anything that crazy right? Just like spin the bottle or beer pong or something?”

“Oh sweety,” she clicked her tongue before stepping away from him and slipping back into her coat, “If that’s when you’re hoping for then I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to, pretty boy.”

He went wide eyed, “W-What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” she smirked, “Ready to go?”

He nodded, his stomach beginning to fill with nerves, “I guess, I’m a little worried now though.”

“You should be,” she winked, “Not even Spiderman can save you from the night we’re gonna have.”

Her words had put Peter a bit on edge, and had him wracking his brain for every party he’d ever seen on tv. Once they got in the car he tried to drill her on the matter, but she only continued to tease him, never giving him a straight answer on anything, going as far as to tell him they were going to be summoning a demon at midnight. Something he had rolled his eyes at until they pulled around to the back of what Peter had to assume was some kind of club.

“(y/n) are you sure this is the right place?”

She nodded, “Yeah, it just looks sketchy from the back,” she flicked the car off and smiled at him, “Come on, you’re gonna love it here.”

He knit his brow in confusion as he followed her, “You sure about that?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, just come on,” she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door.

He was hesitant as he followed her up to the large metal door, worried momentarily she might have been serious about the demon thing until she opened the door.

“Holy shit,” he swore as he glanced around the giant arcade.

She clenched her hands in front of her nervously, “What do you think?”

There was no party, not even close, in fact the only other people in the building were employees.

“I’m confused.”

She sighed, “I thought it was weird when you said you wanted to go to that party, I mean it’s not really your scene,” she glanced away from him, her normal confidence seeming to fade in an instant, “I don’t know, I kind of got to thinking maybe you just wanted to go because we were going together, and I thought that maybe you’d want to do something a little more personal so I rented out this old arcade,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know, maybe that was stupid, the party is real though, we can go to that instead if you want…”

Peter stared at her for a minute, trying to connect the dots, “L-Like a date?”

She nodded, “Maybe, I don’t know, it kind of seemed like that was the vibe.”

“No, no, no,” he grabbed her arms, stopping her from walking away, “I want to go on a date with you so bad.”

“So you rented a whole arcade?” he gaped.

“Oh come on Peter, you already know I’m excessive,” she groaned, “God, this was so stupid, let’s just go to the damn party.”

Her cheeks flushed, “You do?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m just a little shocked, you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I didn’t really know what to do,” she fiddled with a piece of her hair, still unable to meet his eyes, “I mean you know I’m pretty sure of myself most of the time, but you make me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” he went wide eyed while she nodded.

“I’ve never really liked a guy before, at least no this much,” she explained, “And I mean we can go to the party if you want still, but if you want this to be a first date I just thought something a little more special would be nice…”

A smile spread across his face, “There is nothing I’d like more than for this to be our first date.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “We haven’t even started the first one.”

“Thank god, it would have been totally humiliating if you said no,” an airy laugh escaped her lips.

“There wasn’t a chance of that happening,” he assured, “I can’t really afford to rent out an arcade, but I’ll plan our second date okay?”

“No but you went through all this trouble, I figured you’d want another.”

She rolled her eyes, “You know Peter if this relationship is gonna work I think my ego is big enough for the both of us.”

He laughed and pressed his head to hers, “We’ll see how you feel after I kick your ass at every game in here.”

“There is not a chance in hell you’re winning even one game tonight,” she leaned in just a tad, “But I’ll tell you what, if you do I’ll give you a kiss.”

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her nose before pulling away, “You’re on.”

[fanficwritinggremlin]

Dating Trujillo would include/be like...(Narcos headcanons)

(Requested by @aschera-hunter Sorry for the late, dear!)

At first, have a look at that cutie above…

Perfect man to date, right?

And how did you meet him? Ok, let's get started!

You had just got out of the club you were having fun with your friends in and you notice that someone was walking behind you, with no good intentions.

You are simply trying to get out of that creeper's sight. Doesn't work.

That keeps happening for like…five minutes and that bastard is walking faster towards you.

And when you are about to give up, you get pulled into a police car. The creeper, of course, starts running away. He doesn't have the balls to approach you where you are.

You look at the driver's seat and…Surprise! It's Trujillo. You firstly get a little afraid of him, but he reassures you that you are safe, making you smile awkwardly.

While driving you to your house, he starts asking you a few questions about you, your family, your job and all the stuff. You couldn't answer him more honestly, since you started trusting him. And be honest, sweetie! You had just fallen in love with him.

When you finally arrive and get out of the car, you look behind you to wave him for goodnight, and he does the same.

The next day, you open the door to go to work and whoops…a whole ass bouquet with flowers right on your doorstep with a note that says "By your Savior".

You start blushing and when you look in front of you, you notice him hiding behind a tree. He blushes as well, since he got caught.

He approaches you and with some stuttering, he manages to ask you out. Could you say no to that cute man, who was rubbing his scalp, thinking that he fucked up? Nope!

And that's how it started! You got to know each other, with a difficulty since both of you are awkward and shy people.

Trujillo trusts you blindly. He knows that you will never even consider hurting or betraying him. And so do you about him.

About the domestic life, you two have it great. Of course, you will have a few playful arguments for stupid reasons, for example, which movie to watch or who will be the godfather of your future child. Murphy or Peña. But you know what? It's ok! Such little disagreements always exist.

And the funniest thing of all? Both of you are terrible at dancing. You have tried lots of times, but no. You don't have it! And that makes Murphy and Peña tease you. You don't say anything to them as you love seeing your man glaring at them. Admit it, he is cute when he does that! I mean, he is ALWAYS cute and adorable!

In general, he is a really sweet and good-hearted person, BUT! If anyone dares to say anything terrible about you, disrespect you, or even harm you, they BETTER FUCKING hide. They don't want to see him being aggressive when it is something that has to do with you.

[hwrryscherry]

HARRY x MODEL Y/N  facts part.1

HARRYxMODELY/N masterlist is here.

Credits: The middle manip on this edit picture (the one with Harry’s yellow suit) was made by the beautiful @/94sbells.

Author’s note: HEY GUYS! I know that I’ve been kinda gone lately, but I have reasons for that. My summer vacation ended, and I had to go back to school. We’re still studying online, but I had to take a diagnostic test this past week so they’d know how’s my scholarity level. So, because of all the studying and trying to keep up on a new school (yes, I moved from schools.), I didn’t have any time to write or finish my writings. I’ll try finishing a request today because I’m feeling super creative and nostalgic BUT to everyone who follows HARRYxMODELY/N series, like it and miss it, I just did this ‘’facts-timeline’’ in a hope to feed you guys lol. Anyway, this is like a time line of 2017 and how their relationship developed on that year. I plan on doing one for each year till 2020 and post it on the break between posting the requests. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and maybe discover things about them that you didn’t know yet. Love you all and thank you for the support and love! TPWK and remember that you’re so golden.

The first ever communication between them was on May 12th, 2017(Model Y’N’s 20th birthday) AND the realesing of HS1 album.

She sent a DM to him on instagram congratulating him by saying she loved the album and wished him all the success.

No, they didn’t know each other and she honestly thought that he’d never answer to her.

After a few hours, Harry answered to her message and she freaked out but never answered back because she didn’t want to bother him.

They officialy met on November 28th, 2017 when Harry performed on Victoria Secrets Fashion Show that occured in Shanghai, China.

It was the first time that Model Y/N ever walked for Victoria Secrets.

She walked the Goddesses segment while Harry sang ‘’Only Angel’’.

Harry literally got on his knees when she walked past him.

He likes to describe his emotion at that moment as “mesmerized”.

Even though she knew that VS models and the singers are supposed to flirt a little on stage to create a teasing sensation, she was so surprised by his actions.

After the show was done, Harry wasn’t going to attend the VS after party but decided to attend last minute because he wanted to know her.

He approached her very calmly and gentle and invited her to ‘’hang out’’ with him and his band through Shanghai as he was going to leave on the next day to complete his tour.

She asked Bella to go with her because she didn’t want to hang out with him and his bandmates alone as they didn’t know each other.

But she did felt a huge connection between them almost immidiately.

Through Shanghai, Harry was hitting on her the ENTIRE time! He was complimenting, being super nice, and flirting as well but she honestly thought he was just being nice.

Harry thought for a while that she was playing it hard to get until he realized that she wasn’t.

They spent the whole night going through Shanghai.

They went to Nanjing Road and walked around seeing the lights.

They bought those film cameras and took the funniest pictures ever. They still have those films but never digitalized it to the computer.

They went to all those mini bars and had a few drinks while eating chinese food.

Btw, Harry and Model Y/N LOVE chinese food.

They were on the same hotel.

They didn’t go back yet but plan to do so when quarantine is over.

When it was about 8am, they came back to their hotel.

They both agreed that they would come back to Shanghai one day to go to disneyland.

So Harry went back to his tour and Model Y/N went back to NYC.

On the night out in Shanghai they exchanged numbers because Bella Hadid(Model Y/N’s bff)noticed that Harry was interested on Model Y/N, so she casually told them that they should get each other’s number.

The media was crazy about them. First it was the VS move and then there was tons of paps photos of them out in Shanghai.

The media was trying to sell the story as if they were already dating before the VS, which wasn’t true.

They talked for months as friends because of the number exchange.

They talked via texts, calls and face time all the time but it wasn’t anything more than friendship to her.

Model Y/N and some friends of her was planning on traveling to Ibiza, Spain to celebrate New Year’s Eve and as she and Harry were getting really close to each other she invited him and told him that he could take whoever he wanted.

Of course she thought he was cute and had a small crush but nothing extreme.

Harry did invited her for some of his shows but she couldn’t attend any of it.

That made Harry think that she didn’t like him.

She thought he was going to take a girlfriend.

Harry took Gemma and her boyfriend to the trip with him.

Yes, their whole group of friends were there as well but midia acted like there was only them in it.

They were in Ibiza from December 28th, 2017 to January 3rd, 2018.

The group of friends that was in Ibiza with them included Bella Hadid, Fai Khadra, Imaan Hammam, Grace Elizabeth, Gemma Styles, Machine Gun Kelly, Model Y/N’s brother, etc.

And yes, there were TONS of paps in Ibiza following them because the media was selling the whole ‘’Harry Styles’s new girlfriend’s thing.“

Harry is super private about relationships and Model Y/N had ended a serious relationship early that year so they just didn’t address any rumors because they didn’t care about what the media said.

They “saw” each other as friends and that was what mattered.

It was probably the most random group of friends that she ever traveled with, but it was fun on the same way.

They had a really cool and funny vibe, and it was really easy to everyone to get along.

When fans noticed that Y/N’s friends were following Harry on social media they really thought all the rumors were real.

Their house was really close to the beach, so you could actually see it by Harry’s bedroom barricade.

They usually went to the beach or stayed by the pool during the day and went out at night.

Honestly, they used to come home from the nightlife of Ibiza at 3/4am.

They’d wake up after noon for sure.

Harry wouldn’t eat his breakfast until Model Y/N’s woken up.

He’d cook an avocado toast sandwich to her every morning and wait for her to wake up.

He’d do it because on one of their late night talks, she had told him that she loved it so much.

They’d eat at the barricade while watching the beach.

Model Y/N HAD always been obsessed with Harry’s hair and she’d tell him that he needed to moisturize his hair as they were under the sun all the time.

It was just an excuse to touch his hair.

So they’d exchange it. She’d put oil on his hair, and he’d put on hers.

If they had to go to the beach, Harry would convince her to do the craziest things like fly board flying, going on jetskis together and those things.

He was the only one to convince her to do it because she is TERRIFIED of swimming in the ocean.

They’d all go out for lunch on some restaurants and after going shopping before the sunset.

Harry would always come to her saying like “oh, this would look good in you” whenever he saw a piece of cloth that he liked.

Some fans would post pics of them on social media only making the rumors go hard.

Then one fan would post that met up with them and they said they’re just friends, which was true at that time.

Back at the house, they’d get ready to enjoy the Ibiza nightlife.

They’d dress a little better and go out to some bar or club.

Do you know those videos of Harry dancing in Anguilla? It would be the same vibe. Harry and Model Y/N would vibe so hard to the songs, and dance and shout and sing. It would be really funny.

Model Y/N used to go to his room at 4 am when they came back from the street because they usually sit by the barricade and talked for hours.

They’d talk about all the things that mattered to them, like: career, fashion, music, video, paintings, friends, family, how fame changed their lives.

They’d laugh about all the dating rumors as well, but it would be that type of laugh like “lol I wished it was true.”

They’d tell each other dad jokes and stories about their lives and experiences until the sunrise.

By the afternoon of December 31st, 2017, they were all talking about their new year’s kiss and they decided that Harry and Y/N would be one of the pairs to kiss.

Model Y/N agreed but it was more of a joke to her than a real kiss; she didn’t take it seriously.

They all got ready to celebrate NYE on the beach.

On the next day there were tons of videos of them dancing on the beach and them with fans as well.

When the New Year came, they had their first kiss and of course that changed everything.

Both of them felt sparkles and by the effect of a few drinks that both of them had on that night, they did share some other kisses here and there on that night.

For a miracle, no one captured them kissing on camera.

FACTS OF HARRY & MODEL Y/N’S RELATIONSHIP THROUGH 2018 WILL BE CONTINUED ON THE NEXT POST.

[girlblunders]

mammon dancing in the club or whatever and he does that thing in early 80s-early 2000s teen movies where he sees you from across the room and the music slows down, and there’s a kind of GLOW emanating from you who is dancing like a complete FOOL with solomon. you’re literally just swinging solomon’s hands around and mammon chuckles because it looks like his arms are about to break off but you have such a big smile on your face that prevents him from saying anything/letting go of your slightly tipsy self and tbh neither would mammon. eventually you do move onto get another drink and mammon’s eyes are, of course, following you closely—wondering how and when you got so friendly with practically everybody in devildom AND the celestial realm. an d oh gosh ok maybe mammon can understand why everyone has gravitated towards you over the past year or so. maybe he wanted to do the same. but all he can do now is watch you from afar, drink in hand, and a furious blush covering his cheeks when you think that you sneak a glance in his direction and find that he was too slow to look away in time. your eyes flitter away, and you’re embarrassed to be caught staring at him, fully unaware that mammon was feeling the same way. after a few seconds, mammon sees from the corner of his eye that diavolo and barbatos are waving excitedly for you to come join them back on the dance floor and of course, you practically stomp in your heels towards them and soon you’re doing that silly dance that you do and mammon has to stop himself from staring (and laughing a bit) at you while asmo walks past him and pats his shoulder with a sigh. “oh brother” and mammon spins around like

“eh? WHAT?”

and asmo just shakes his head and repeats, “oh brother, you got it bad”

mammon suddenly can’t hear anything over the loud music in the club and exaggeratedly yells a “HUH? I can’t hear you.” And Asmo doesn’t want to hurt his throat by yelling so he just smiles sweetly (more like sinisterly because he’s being ignored lol), points at you taking turns in twirling diavolo and then barbatos and says, “that one’s trouble” with a wink and mammon is like wtf is that supposed to mean but waves him off

(he really just meant that mammon would have to be honest with himself and not be a frickin tsundere if he wanted to befriend you. OK? You deserve that much!)

and anyways, maybe you have rubbed off on him after the year you’ve spent in the house of lamentation—indulging in small conversations here and there, and bonding sessions over similar interests and maybe, just maybe he did think you were pretty cool. you always had such entertaining and interesting things to talk about, and you were hilarious in a way he didn’t know was possible. like seriously, he didn’t even know that humans could be that funny- he always thought they were a drag. But that was then and this is now. And now mammon believed that you were the funniest person on earth, in the devildom and celestial realm. mammon scowled. he really did have it bad. but his eyes rush to you again, and you’re spinning around with little luke who was even redder in the face than he was, and he thinks about how lucky it would be to be somebody that made you smile and blush everyday just by being in your company.

BUT little did mammon know that you thought he was rather cute since the beginning. you had tried to keep your feelings locked behind the walls you put up when you had first arrived in devildom, but then mammon became the one person you truly relied on and trusted the most right after simeon and luke. even Solomon, the one other human, was somebody u trusted after him. after all, mammon was the first demon who you really wanted to be friends with! and so when that night came where u had an anime marathon with him and beel for levi’s test—you came to realise how much you loved his company. beel fell asleep first but you and mammon talked all night long in between your running commentary alongside the anime. that was the first of many nights of movie and anime marathons, sometimes in the common room, but most of the time mammon had insisted you come to his room to watch and you had lost count of the number of times you ended up sleeping over on one of his couches with several blankets draped over your body because it gets sooo cold in devildom. tbh You couldn’t fall asleep on some of those nights bc you were too busy thinking about how warm you would be sleeping next to mammon... and then you would bury yourself under the mountain of blankets and calm yourself bc no that would never happen under any circumstance-NOPE.

yuuuhh... just two dumbass friends who have it bad for one another but are too cowardly and scared but maybe one day, out of pure impulse, one of you will dramatically scream out your feelings for the other person. one day. but tonight is not the night. :(

[uhharrypls]

Dont hang out with those Pogues

Your new BF Rafe doesn't want you hanging out with your pogue friends anymore and things get physical. You can't hide it from JJ.

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Pogue by birth, Kook by marriage. You were in an undefined area now that your mother, a pogue, married your now stepdad, a kook. The pogues were accepting of your new house on figure eight but they weren’t so accepting of your new relationship with Rafe Cameron. Your relationship was new and exciting, he was sweet. They just hadn’t gotten the chance to see that side of him yet.

Your family had met the Cameron’s at the country club for lunch one afternoon. You nearly choked on your water as Ward told you about Rafe’s first surf lesson. You stifled a laugh, excusing yourself to the restroom.

You stood outside the bathroom, checking your phone. John B sent you a video of JJ trying to jump off a rope swing, but getting tangled and swinging from it upside down instead. You laughed, typing out a response when arms laced around your waist. You jumped as Rafe’s head rested on your shoulder, his body pressed against your back.

“I was hoping to get you alone tonight.” He whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You shivered as his kiss sent a chill up your spine. “Hey, you.” You smiled, turning into his arms, tucking your phone away.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, sliding his hands into your back pockets.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket as you pulled out of the kiss.

“Whose got your attention?” He muttered, dipping his head into your neck. He pulled his head back, looking over your screen.

You smiled at your phone, locking the screen again as you looked up. Your smile dropped from your face as you met Rafe’s darkened eyes. “JJ Maybank? Really, Y/N?” He clenched his jaw.

“What? Rafe, stop. They’re my friends.” You craned your neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He turned his face, bringing his hand up to your jaw. “Baby.” He brushed your cheek with his thumb. “Don’t let me see you hanging around those dirty fucking pogues again, okay?” He tightened his grip on your face. “You have a reputation to keep now.” He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead before storming off.

You furrowed your brow, watching him disappear down the hall. You returned back to lunch, remaining silent as Rafe pretended nothing had happened moments ago.

You brushed off Rafe’s attitude as jealousy. He knew you and your mom were born and raised pogues. He knew they were your friends. He was just jealous. But you were stubborn and you wouldn’t let a jealous boyfriend make decisions for you.

So, when John B called, you answered. The pogues were having a party and you had to be there.

“No, seriously Y/N, it was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.” John B recalled JJ’s accident.

“God, JJ. You’re a mess.” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder.

The night was winding down and the cooler was just about empty. “Shoot, guys. I gotta go. My mom and I have plans super early.” You groaned.

“Need a ride, chief?” Pope stood with you.

You nodded gratefully, waving goodbye to John B, JJ and Kiara before climbing into Pope’s truck.

Pope pulled into your driveway, giving you a questioning look as he registered Rafe sitting on your front steps. “He looks pissed.” He spoke, turning the music down.

“Yeah, he does.” You gulped. “Thanks for the ride, Pope.” You muttered, climbing out.

Pope didn’t pull away until you had reached the front steps and Rafe waved at him with fake sincerity.

“What are you doing here?” You asked innocently.

After Pope’s headlights had disappeared from view, Rafe grabbed your shoulders, pinning you against your front door. “What did I fucking tell you about hanging out with those damn pogues.” He spit, rage filling his eyes.

“Rafe, stop, you’re hurting me.” You wriggled, trying to free yourself.He brought one hand to your throat, the other stroking the top of your head. “You really don’t want to upset me, Y/N. I don’t think straight when I get upset.” He threatened. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He pulled his hand from your throat, running his finger against your cheek as you flinched away from his touch.

You spent the next few days avoiding your friends. You felt awful but you couldn’t shake Rafe’s threat. You had every intention of ending things with him but you hadn’t worked up the courage yet.

JJ had texted you, letting you know there was a kegger at the boneyard that weekend and he hoped you would be there. You replied a vague I’ll let you know and prayed he didn’t push.

It wasn’t until Sarah Cameron and Topper texted you, insisting you to go to the kegger that you decided you would go. Rafe couldn’t do anything if you were surrounded by people. Besides, if Sarah and Topper were going, he really had no room to get mad at you for seeing your friends. You told yourself you would end things if you saw him there.

You pulled your hair back in two braids and pulled on an old flannel, probably belonging to JJ or John B. You met Sarah and Topper and headed to the boneyard. Rafe was nowhere to be seen, to your relief.

You found your way to the keg, filling a cup when a strong arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Damn, Y/N. You look great in my clothes.” JJ teased. “Where the hell have you been?” He slurred into your ear, leading you towards the other pogues.

“Sorry, guys. I’ve been busy. I actually, um.” You looked over your shoulder to motion to Sarah when your stomach dropped. Through the flames you watched as Rafe crossed his arms, rage filling his eyes as he stared at you, tucked under JJ’s arm.

“Apple of your eye, eh Y/N?” Pope teased, motioning to Rafe’s rigid stance from across the beach.

You shrugged off JJ’s arm, suddenly feeling constrained by his closeness. You ran your hands down your loose braids, tearing your eyes from Rafe. You stuttered out a rough apology, turning away from the pogues, heading in the direction opposite of Rafe.

“Yo, yo, yo.” JJ called, jogging to catch up with you. “Where you running off to? We haven’t seen you all fucking week.” JJ uttered.

You glanced up behind JJ’s shoulders Rafe began stalking towards you. You tore your eyes from him, looking back at JJ. “I’m so sorry, um, I have to go. We’ll hang out tomorrow, okay? I promise.” You gave his hand a squeeze before turning and jogging up the sandy hill.

You glanced up over your shoulder, sighing with relief when you didn’t see Rafe trailing you.

“Where are you off to, baby?” He spoke sinisterly, popping out in front of you.

“Shit, Rafe. You scared me.” You raised a hand to your chest. You looked around nervously, hoping someone was close enough to see the two of you. There was no one. Just the two of you.

He gave you an ominous smile, craze twinkling in his eyes. “Baby.” He pouted, bringing his hand to your cheek like he had done so many times before.

The smile dropped from his face as he tightened his grip on your cheek, throwing you to the ground. “What did I fucking say?!” He leaned over you, spitting his hateful words into your face.

“Rafe, please. I didn’t come with them. I came with Sarah. And Topper. And, and I was coming to see you.” You pleaded.

He threw his hands into his hair, exhaling as you begged beneath him. “God dammit!” He cried, kicking you in the stomach. “Why can’t you just listen to me?!” He shouted as you curled into yourself.

“Please.” You begged, quieter now.He looked down at you, his expression dropping in concern.

He straddled you, holding your face in his hands. “I didn’t want to do this.” He whispered, stroking your cheek.You pinched your eyes closed, flinching away from his touch. “I’m sorry.”

He bit his lip, pulling his arm back and slapping you across the face. You tasted blood as he leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. “You made me do this.” He cried.

Your lip trembled as he came unhinged, slamming his fist against the ground next to your head, tears streaming down his face. He was ill, he was so mentally ill.

His arm fell limp against the ground. “I love you, Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before climbing off of you. He looked down at you, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He shook his head as you curled into a fetal position, before he walked away, leaving you on the ground.

How you had managed to get home, you didn’t know. You climbed into your bathtub, fully clothed, turning the water on. You laid in the ice cold water all night, not able to process what had just happened.

Rafe was sick. He was a sick sociopath and you were so afraid. He had beat the life out of you and professed his love for you in the same 30 second stretch. If he could do this to you, he could do worse to your friends.You had to end things with him, but how could you? He was deeply disturbed, who knew what he was capable of?

You promised. Come over. JJ texted.

Sorry, J. Can’t today. You replied, tears welling in your eyes as you turned away your friends, yet again.

Thought you might bail. Too late. We’re here. He replied. You peered out the window, sure enough, there they were at the end of the dock. JJ waved seeing your head peek through the curtain.

10 minutes. You replied, realizing there was no evading them now.

You stared at your reflection, how could you possibly go on the boat looking like this? You pulled on a bikini, tugging on an oversized sweater on top. You pulled your hair out of your braids, hoping it would shield any marks left from the night before. You pressed concealer to the majority of the bruise on your jaw but frowned, realizing you couldn’t cover your split lip.

You walked out to the dock, glancing over your shoulder as nerves slipped into your stomach.

“There she is!” JJ called, hopping over the edge of the boat onto the dock, opening his arms wide for you.

“Y/N, you realize it’s like, a million degrees out?” John B questioned from the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, uh, I think I’m just getting a head cold or something. Super chilly.” You shrugged, stepping out of JJ’s arms.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s fuckin’ goooo!” JJ called, jumping back into the boat. He held his hand out to you, helping you climb in.

You curled into a seat in the back of the boat, staring at the water as John B cruised into the marsh.

“So, how’s Rafe?” Pope kicked his feet up next to you as JJ stood at the bow and Kie scolded him. “What happened that night?”

“What night? What do you mean? Nothing happened.” You rambled, pulling at your sweater, worrying he had seen a bruise.

“The night I took you home? He was all pissy on the porch?” Pope raised an eyebrow at your reaction.

“Yeah, dude’s a little bitch, Y/N.” JJ called, jumping down from the bow.

“Let’s swim, guys. It’s so hot.” Kie moaned, stepping out of her shorts.

“As you wish.” John B declared, dropping the anchor.Kie and John B jumped in. Pope shrugged, jumping in after. JJ took a running start, flipping off the stern next to where you were sitting.

“I’m gonna chill up here, I think. Still kinda cold.” You lied.

JJ splashed water up at you, squawking like a chicken.You were drowning in sweat in your sweatshirt. You raised the end, revealing the darkening bruise on your stomach and swallowed a lump in your throat. You definitely would not be swimming today.

After what felt like hours, the crew climbed back into the boat, cruising back to the chateau.

JJ slid in next to you, draping an arm over your shoulder. You flinched slightly at his touch and he looked down at you, squinting his eyes accusingly.

He leaned down into your ear, whispering so no one would hear. “What’s up with you?”

You pursed your lips, shrugging. “Nothing.”

“You can’t hide anything from me, Y/N. You’re off and I’m gonna find out why.” He took a sip of his beer, pulling you closer into his side.

You lit a fire and cozied up outside back at the chateau. It was nice seeing your friends again and you felt safe being around them. But in the back of your mind you feared Rafe would find out and he wouldn’t let you off so easy this time.

“So, Rafe likes it rough, huh Y/N?” John B called from across the fire.

“Rafe? Rough? As if.” JJ scoffed. “He’s a pussy.”

“How else would you explain the busted lip?” John B shrugged, sinking further into the hammock he was swinging in.You laughed, bringing a hand to your lip. Your fingers shaking as you brushed over the cut, recalling every hand he laid on you.

“I’ll be right back. Anyone need a beer?” You called, starting towards the house. You felt the tears pricking at your eyes, fearing they would slip out in front of your friends.

You stepped into the house, letting out a shaky breath. You moved into the bathroom, leaning over the sink.

“Y/N?” JJ whispered. You hadn’t heard him follow you into the house, let alone the bathroom. “Hey, what’s going on?” He stepped forward, placing his hands on either side of your arms.

You, again, flinched at his touch and he noticed. His eyes searched yours for any kind of answer as you felt yourself shrinking in his arms. Your lip trembled as you pulled at the sleeves of your shirt.

JJ’s jaw clenched, dropping his hands. He shoved them in his pockets, looking to the far corner of the bathroom. “What did he do?”

You let out an exasperated sob as you stepped forward, he wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head against yours. He let you sob in his chest for a moment before he ran his hands down your hair, pulling your face back.

He blue eyes fixed on yours as he held your tear-stricken cheeks. “Tell me.”

You looked away, unable to meet his eyes as you pulled up the bottom of your sweatshirt, revealing the swelling bruise that spread across your stomach.

“I’ll kill him.” He flared his nostrils, biting his lip in frustration.“JJ, please. He’s fucking crazy. Just don’t.” You begged.

He scrunched his nose, desperately wanting to get his hands of Rafe’s.

“I’m so scared, J.” You whispered.He sighed, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re okay. I got you. He won’t hurt you anymore.” He whispered into your hair.

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You unintentionally fell asleep in the hammock outside, tucked into JJ’s side. But you didn’t mind. You felt safe with JJ.

You groaned as a car door slammed, curling your head into JJ’s chest.“Fuck off!” JJ called as footsteps grew closer.

You pulled your head off JJ’s chest, peering over the edge of the hammock, letting out a gasp when you realized who it was.

“JJ.” You whispered, sitting up.

“Y/N, baby, where have you been? Sleeping with a pogue? What have I told you!” Rafe called over, a twisted smile spreading across his face as he beat his fist against his chest.

“Fuck.” JJ muttered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He climbed out of the hammock, pulling you behind him. “Yo, John B? Mind joining us out here?” JJ called for backup.

“That’s my girlfriend you’ve got there, Maybank.” Rafe paced in front of you two.

John B stepped out of the house, his hair was a mess as he let out a yawn, straightening quickly when he took in the interaction in front of him.

“I think it’s not.” JJ smiled, cracking his knuckles as he stepped forward.

“What’s going on, JJ?” John B called out.

“Our buddy Rafe Cameron likes to hit women.” JJ spit, eyeing up Rafe as they paced around one another. Rafe’s eyes flickered between you and JJ.

John B’s jaw dropped slightly as he looked at you with sad eyes. You nodded slightly, confirming JJ’s accusation.“Rafe, please just go. It’s over.” You tried your best to sound firm.

“I don’t think you are in any position to tell me we’re done.” He sneered, running his tongue across his lower lip. “These pogues are going to be the end of you, baby. Remember last time? The blood and the bruises?” He squinted his eyes in your direction.

JJ nodded, stepping forward. “You’re dead.” He declared, lunging at Rafe, knocking him to the ground. He easily straddled him, throwing punch after punch into his face.

“JJ, stop!” You cried as blood began to pour down Rafe’s nose and out his mouth. “John B, stop him! He’s going to kill him!” You cried, throwing your hands into your hair.

John B jogged over to the two rolling around in the dirt, pulling JJ off Rafe’s limp body. “Alright, big guy. You got him, you’re good.” He said as JJ wiped the blood off his lip.

Tears welled in your eyes as Rafe stood, spitting blood in your direction before stalking off.

JJ turned to you, the rage melting off his face as he met your frightened eyes. He opened his arms, stepping towards you as you crashed into his chest.

“I got you, Y/N. You’re okay.” He whispered.

You pulled back, holding his jaw in your hand. You ran your thumb across his cheek, steaked with blood, sweat, and dirt as you searched his eyes.

Your eyes pulled from his, down to his lips. You ran your thumb across the cut on his bottom lip, nearly identical to your own. You looked back up to his eyes as he stared down at you.

You took his jaw, pulling his mouth to yours, pressing an urgent kiss to his.

You kept your forehead pressed to his as you pulled your lips back ever so slightly. “Thank you.” You whispered.