There’s nothing unusual about this particular Tuesday. He wakes up in the abandoned warehouse he’d claimed in North Carolina, on top of an old flea-bitten mattress, and he’s wallowing in his usual morning routine of self-doubt and questioning his life choices. It isn’t until he realizes the sad, pitiful meowing is not coming from the feral cats he tries to feed with what meager income he can get doing odd jobs, but is in fact, coming from himself.
He is a cat.
Derek takes stock of the situation. This must be that witch he met yesterday; he’d politely asked her to move on from this town because her anti-aging potions were giving the neighborhood ladies glow-in-the-dark hair and it wouldn’t be long until she attracted attention– of the local supernatural enforcement kind, meaning packs, meaning emissaries, meaning Derek would have to move on. Yet again. She’d shot some spells at him, ruined his favorite leather jacket, and chased him through the woods where there were a startling amount of hidden cameras. Derek then had to avoid several bungling FBI agents and led them on a merry chase through the woods until losing them, then he headed back to town.
The worst part was that whatever spell it was, Derek couldn’t shift into a wolf. He’d forgotten about it once he got to safety, and there didn’t seem to be any other effects of the spell, but…
idk I see a lot of people laughing about eleven just ignoring max upon first meeting out of jealousy, but tbh??? I hated it.
Max literally lives with an abusive stepdad and brother, and when she finally thought she made some friends, Mike acts all cold to her. And then they’ve been through all this shit, and she’s starting to think Mike is warming up to her, but he’s still cold. And then eleven comes back, and she’s all excited to meet her and she also acts cold toward her? She doesn’t know what the hell she did to this girl, right? I feel so fucking bad for her and I was so mad at el in that scene. I now she’s a bit emotionally immature sometimes, but like…. really? Max was treated horribly this season by all the characters (except lucas tbh I love him) and she deserves so much better. I hope she gets her own arc and I hope they let her into the party next season.
Request: Can you do a Peter Parker x reader where you are around Peter’s age (1 year older) and a badass avenger with a public identity and best friends with Peter and when is being teased by a bunch of bullies about being a nerd with no girlfriend until he blurts out that you’re his girlfriend and they don’t believe him and tell him to prove it he runs up and kiss you begging you to go along with it
Peter was fucked. That was it. He knew the minute those few words came from his lips that he was eternally fucked.
The boys who sat at the table directly ahead of him had turned around and started pestering him, again. Honestly, at this point in the school year he was used to it, it didn’t bug him like it used to, if anything it was just a nuisance now, a nuisance he’d do anything to get rid of. So that’s why when they started pestering him about having a significant other he flipped and blurted out,
"I’m actually dating someone, you know (Y/N) (Y/L/N), that really cute senior?“ The boys look a him as though he was crazy and at this point Peter think he may be.
"There’s no way you’re dating them,”
"Nope, I totally am,“ Peter leans into his seat, smirking at the boys almost cooly.
"Yeah? Then prove it,” They boys smirk back, making Peters blood run cold.
(Y/N) was his best friend, his partner with shield, they were amazing and understanding but would they understand enough to help him out?
"Go up and kiss them,“ Peter gulps as his eyes travel to (Y/N)’s table where they were valiantly studying for an upcoming graduate test. He knew he shouldn’t disturb them at such a time but before he knew it his feet were carrying him to their table, forcing him to seat and turn to (Y/N) with a hopeful expression.
"Pete, I’m kinda busy right now,” (Y/N) supplies before Peter even has time to open his mouth.
"But (Y/N), it’s really important-“ (Y/N) turns to look at Peter with their best bitch face, a face that sent fear tingling down his spine.
"This better be good or I swear to god I’m going to beat your ass,” Peter sighs as he looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs a bit as he does.
"Well- so those guys who um-“ Peter didnt want to say bullying, he didn’t want to seem weak around (Y/N). "Those guys I was just talking to,” Peter gestures to the guys behind him, all staring at him intently. “They’ve been mocking me for the last couple of months-”
“they’ve been bullying you?"
"No, that’s not what I said-”
“Do I need to beat them for you?"
"No! God, no, I just need you to kiss me,” (Y/N) stares at Peter with a dumbfounded expression, as though he had just grown a second head or three.
“Are you fucking serious?"
"I know, I know, you can beat my ass later but please, I just need this,” Peter gives (Y/N) his best puppy dog eyes, he even threw in a pout just for good measure.
(Y/N) was seriously contemplating saying no but then they heard the boys snickering and mocking Peter. Gritting their teeth (Y/N) leans forward, cupping Peters cheeks as they connected their lips to his.
His lips were surprisingly soft and sweet and (Y/N) knew It was horrible to think but they wanted more. Plus, Peter wasn’t too bad of a kisser- in fact he was good, maybe a little too good.
(Y/N) pulls away (even if they were reluctant), licking their lips as they look to Peter with half lidded eyes, almost as though they were drunk. Peter looks almost disbelieving himself as he stares at (Y/N), more specifically their lips.
"Was I your first kiss?” (Y/N) asks, cutting the younger boy short. Peter looks a bit sheepish at first, his cheeks dusting a light pink as he looks down at his hands.
“Is it that obvious?” (Y/N) smirks as they hum, casually turning back to their papers to get back to work.
"No,“ Peter looks surprised at this, eyes wide and lips parted. "You’re surprisingly good,” And that was all the information (Y/N) gave Peter before they set back to work, smirking as Peter made his way back to his own table with a new sense of shock and pride.
Haven’t drawn anything in a while, so I decided to do some fanart for The Arcana with my star sign buddy, Julian. I added his favorite flower to frame him a bit better. He was super fun to draw, especially with his hair, and I hope to do Asra and Nadia in the future! But for now, I must get ready for a convention x.x
Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.
“Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.
“On your knees.”
Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.
“You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”
Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.
“Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.
“You dare to…”
“Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.
“Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”
“What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”
“Why should I even listen to you?”
“It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”
“I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.
You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.
After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.
“Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?” Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”
“I’m not the kind of person who…”
“Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”
“You’re not my king.”
“Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”
“Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”
“You talk too much.”
“I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.
“What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.
“Nothing. I’m just starving. ”
“I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”
“If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”
“I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”
“How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.
A warm breeze caresses your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.
“A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.
You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.
“I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.
“Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”
You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?
“You’re a jerk!”
“What’s a jerk?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. “It’s a lie, tough, you don’t need to worry.” You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.
“Oh my God. You are so funny.”
“I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.
“You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”
“Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”
“I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.
“You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”
“You say it like it’s a curse.”
“Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.
“I’ll stay. Well, if you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”
“If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”
“Now, tell me all your sorrows.”
“We may take some hours.”
Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”
“Can I get a BTS reaction to coming home to seeing you naked in bed masturbating?” - Anon
Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! XOXO - Lace
He hears your moans as soon as he walks through the front door, a smirk plastered across his face knowing what you were up to. Your voice became louder as he made his way to your shared bedroom. He leans against the door frame, admiring how you look completely fucked out just by touching yourself. You are so focused on what you’re doing, you don’t even notice Jin is there until he removes your hands from yourself, replacing them with his own.
“My baby just couldn’t wait, could she?”
Coming home early, he makes his way straight to the bathroom to shower. As he passes your bedroom without a second glance, what he sees out of the corner of his eye makes him stop and take a few steps back. His heart beat begins to grow fast along with something else at the sight of you. You take notice of his presence, causing you to stop your movements. With his pupils blown out with lust, he makes his way to the edge of the bed.
“Please, don’t stop on my account.”
He thought you’d gone to shower, but when you hadn’t returned after an hour, he thought he would go check on you. As he approached the bedroom door, he heard what was taking you so long. He can’t hide his smile as he slowly opens the door to see you in your current state. You open your eyes to see him smirking at you. You reach one hand out to him, asking for help. He lets out a breathy chuckled as he moves to you, soon hovering over you.
“If you needed me that bad, you should’ve just asked.”
As he stands in the doorway watching you arch your back and moaning his name, your bare body squirming beneath your thoughts of him, he can feel his pants becoming tighter. Stripping himself down to his underwear as he made his way over to you. You look at him and smile knowing you were about to get what you needed. He is soon hovering over you with his lips at your neck.
“Can I join my princess?”
As he gets out of the shower, he hears your familiar whimpers and moans. Still slightly damp, he walks out in only his towel to the site of you touching yourself. You breathing hitches and you open your eyes as you feel someone grab your hands and move them above your head. He crashes his lips to yours before moving down to your neck all while grinding against your aching core.
“Baby, how do you do this to me?”
He’d gotten worried after you didn’t answer his last few calls or texts, so after getting approval on leaving practice a little early, he was stepping through the front door. As soon as he hears you, he feels relieved and quickly understands why you didn’t answer. Your whines for him becoming louder as he approaches the bedroom. He gazes upon your arched frame before locking onto your hands and how they were making you feel. You look at him and stop only for a moment.
“Please, let me watch. You are so beautiful this way.”
He can’t look away once he’s seen you. Everything about you right now is driving him crazy. They way your hair is sticking to the slightest bit of sweat on your forehead, how your face is scrunched and your breathing heavy. The sound of you saying his name over and over is what finally got him to start taking off his own clothes. He walks to the end of the bed and takes your hands in his own.
Tantalizing:01020304 05 060708 Ship: Jungkook | Reader Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge. Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Sex Toys, Degrading Names, Choking, Spanking, Slight BDSM, Handjob, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Exhibitionism, Fingering, Gagging, Blinfolding, Slight Violence? Slight Angst? Word Count: 7,599
14.10.2017: Okay, after being sick for a week and now a bit sleep deprived and super unmotivated (it’s weird, I’ve not even 1% of motivation for any uni course right now and it’s the most unmotivated state I’ve been in since I’ve started uni over 1 years ago…?) let’s hope that I’ll get my shit together. Some positive things: One of my flatmates cooked lunch for me and some days ago we had a two-girl-icecream party, which was great. Other than that I went up to one of my professors during a break to ask a question and the first thing he did was giving me a whole selection of his cough drops, because my voice sounded a bit crazy due to my cold- that was so nice, it somehow made my day better. Plus, I took some pictures for the blog (including the ones up there from the great morning light and my tea). I’m off to finish a report right now, Hope you all are having a great weekend, xx Amber
summary: Tom believes in destiny, you do not. But when the two of you keep running into one another too many times to be coincidental, he pursues it–despite your firm anti-fate beliefs.
pairings: tom holland x reader
word count: 1.6k
warnings: just an assload of fluff and one swear word
a/n: this is for one of my dearest friends, i hope you love it darling! again, i’m so sorry it took longer than expected, here you go babe!!
“I’ve got a bagel here for ‘[Y/N]’,” the barista called out, pushing your breakfast across the serving bar where your hungry fingers nearly snatched the bag away.
“Thank you so much!” you said cheerily as you left the coffee shop you went to every morning before class, pulled your scarf tighter around you in the chilly, morning air. As you started walking in the direction of campus, you opened the bag to pull your bagel out.
Prompt- Lily is on her period and James is sort of uncomfortable with the whole menstruating thing but eventually is really cool and supportive.
“oh my god, are you dying?”
james finds lily on the floor in the bathroom, covered in sweat and in a loose baggy t-shirt which he realises with a start is his
out of respect james hurries out before lily can scream at him
he takes out his phone and is ready to diall 999 and call for an ambulence because lily is literally the strongest person he knows and something must be very wrong with her to be in that sort of condition
she looks like hell when she finally comes out. white, ghoulish skin, prominent eye-bags and chapped lips that could do with thousands of sweet, toe-curling kisses
and yet she’s still the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and he still gets those damn butterflies every time
“do you need me to call 999?”
she’s staggering to the kitchen like she’s an 85 year old pensioner who forgot her walking stick. she’s mumbling something, her cheeks a little flushed as she sits down on a chair. something like ‘eve’s in the house’
he knows no one called eve
“i’m sorry, i didn’t catch that.”
“lily, babe you really need to speak up a bit-”
“I SAID I’M ON MY PERIOD!”
he has no idea what to do
lily is obviously in a lot of pain, that much is certain; she’s just sat in a chair, going ‘bugger’ and swearing like there’s no tomorrow
he’s super uncomfortable because well, when he was younger he once found his mum’s tampons and lets just say when she came home they both had a humiliating and mortifying conversation
he’s never had any experience (can he even call it that?) about women and their periods. what is he supposed to do?
but then he remembers when lily looked after him two months ago. he had the worst flu ever, was stuck in bed for 2 days, was sweaty, had a runny nose, he lost his voice and ached all over
but lily was there literally through it all. she was there, to listen to him say ‘babe, if i die please dont forget to eat that tuna in the fridge because it’s been in there for two days and it’ll go off’ only for her to snort, chuckle and say that she’d nurse him back to health. and she did.
so now it’s not just that he’s obligated to do the same, but, heck, she’s the love of his life
that’s how he ends up in tesco 20 minutes later. staring, half traumatised, at sanitary towels.
does she want ?normal? or those beasts which say ultra night 100% protection? he buys both. and gets neurofen express period pain, buys a bag of maltesers and the newest cosmopolitan magazine
the cashier is a middle aged woman and she beams at him when it’s his turn.
‘your wife is lucky to have you. what a wonderful gentleman.’
his hand cluctches the small box inside his coat pocket almost insantaneously. he gives it a tight squeeze before smiling and hurrying back to lily’s
she’s on the sofa now and as soon as he gets in he rushes to the kitchen and is making her a tea before she can even ask
“can i have a sugar though this time, please?”
he doesnt even bat an eyelid when he asks how many and she says, oh so casually, “three…. and a half”
he runs her a hot bath, puts the items on the floor and sits, twiddling his thumbs. he holds the box as he waits, maybe he’ll have to ask her another time… but as soon as he hears the bathroom door open he hides it
he sits with his arms around her, stroking her soft hair and feeding her maltesers as they sit through episode after episode of friends.
she apologises and he says she has nothing to be sorry for. being there for her is the only thing he wants to do
she smiles. he smiles. she says she feels a little bit better now, but he still insists on making the next three rounds of tea
that’s when he hears her voice ring through the living room and into the kitchen
Coffee shits anon here to say I may actually have an intolerance to coffee and its making me feel really really sick so i was wondering if i could get some sweet byler fluff of either Mike or Will getting like a cold and the other having to care for them ?!
hey anon i hope you’re feeling better by now!!! i had already gone to bed when you sent this message last night, i’m so sorry! but i worked on this in my spare time today, just for you!!! it’s only a little piece of meaningless fluff, but i hope you enjoy it. :’)
“I can’t believe your mom finally let me into your quarantine zone,” Will says as he enters Mike’s room. He closes the door gently behind him even though the space already feels a bit stuffy.
Mike smiles from where he’s cocooned in his blankets. He struggles, but manages to sit up against the wall behind his bed with all but his head covered by the thick comforter, and Will feels the sweet, familiar warmth wash over him at the sight of Mike’s face. God, he’s missed him.
On the floor beside the bed is a trashcan overflowing with used tissues. A half empty bottle of cold medicine is tipped over on his bedside table (the grape kind - Will’s not sure how Mike has managed to choke so much of that down over the past three days).
“I think I convinced her that if you don’t come up to show me what I missed in calculus the past three days, I’ll definitely fail out of eleventh grade and have no choice but to become a rodeo clown traveling aimlessly across the midwest.”
The flu that’s been plaguing Mike since Monday has yet to leave his head and all of his “v”s come out like “b”s, and he sniffles after every other word. Will finds that it only endears him more to Mike - red nose, messy hair, and all.
He laughs as he sets his notebooks down on the corner of Mike’s desk and walks toward the bed, carefully avoiding stepping on any tissues that haven’t quite made their way into the waste bin thanks to Mike’s less-than-stellar aim.
Mike hums out a happy noise and unfurls himself from his blanket cave, reaching out with long, spider-like arms to yank Will close to him and pull him into a hug. The soft press of his feverish face against Will’s flannel shirt feels warm even through the thick layer of fabric, and Will’s mouth twists down into a frown.
“You’re burning up,” he says.
A soft, careful hand finds its way to Mike’s forehead. He ignores the mumbles of protest as he forces himself backward, out of Mike’s grip, so he can push the hair back from his face and make note of the glassiness of his eyes and the red-pink flush to his skin.
“I’m fine,” Mike insists with a shake of his head.
He grabs Will’s hand between his own and pulls hard, sending Will stumbling and falling face-first onto the bed.
“You’re a nuisance,” he bites out, but there’s laughter in his voice as he finds a way to situate himself among the various blankets and pillows tossed along the mattress.
Mike sighs in satisfaction, curling up to lie down with his head resting in Will’s lap, his low whisper of I missed you nearly lost among the rustling of the sheets as he tries to get comfortable.
“Mike,” Will says softly. “You shouldn’t let me disturb your sleep. I only came by to drop off your homework.”
It hurts him a little just to say it, because the truth is he’d rather be locked up here with Mike in his sick-den than anywhere else in the world. But he also doesn’t want to impede the process of him feeling better by keeping him awake when he should be sleeping.
Mike pouts and opens his eyes to focus on Will.
“Please stay. Just for a little while. I bet it’ll make me feel better.”
His voice is a little raw from the sore throat and a lot emotional from the three days of illness that has separated him from Will, thanks to Karen’s very careful regulation of her sick child. The most contact they’ve had was a ten minute phone conversation the night before, during which Mike blew his nose thirty times and then fell asleep on the line before Will could properly say goodbye.
Will’s heart pulls itself into a bind and he reaches down to run his fingers through the curly mess of Mike’s hair. He should definitely go, his rational brain tells him - he’s likely to get sick himself if he stays much longer - but he finds the too-warm sheets of Mike’s bed and the pleasant weight of Mike resting against him is making him feel lethargic and complacent right where he is.
“Yeah, okay,” he mumbles out, and Mike brightens a bit before furrowing his brow and opening his mouth to speak again.
“I can’t believe she kept you away from me for so long.”
Maybe it’s silly, that three days has felt like so long, but Will has been showing up to the Wheeler house every afternoon with Mike’s missed assignments in tow only to be stopped short by Karen at the front door, all calm mom-smile and friendly-stern voice. It’s taken them far too much time for Will’s taste to convince her that he really does need to see Mike; and Will has felt each and every hour of those three days somewhere deep inside his chest. In the lag of his pulse. Like someone has reached inside him and formed a fist around his heart, squeezing just this side of too tight.
“To be fair, you’ve been pretty sick,” Will reasons, because he likes Mrs. Wheeler and he can’t really blame her for wanting Mike to get better.
Mike coughs on a laugh and reaches up to run his fingertips over Will’s face, lingering on the mole above his lip and settling finally at the hollow of his throat where he catches the humming buzz of Will’s pulse with his ice cold hand.
“Yeah, but you’re my boyfriend,” he says. “You’re supposed to be here when I’m sick. To take care of me or whatever.”
Will blushes, a pleasant carnation pink blossoming over his cheeks, and swallows hard.
Boyfriend. He lets the word sit at the front of his mind, wants to repeat it out loud just to feel the tender weight of it against his tongue, to hear the timid way it will leave his mouth - embarrassed and shy, yet somehow entirely certain at the same time. It’s not a word they let themselves use often, because in Hawkins it’s better not to risk the wrong person overhearing it, the name for this secret, erroneously forbidden thing between them.
And so to hear Mike say it out loud - so casually, like it’s common knowledge half the world over - it makes a slow warmth unwrap itself and settle like a new coat of paint into every crack in Will’s heart. He takes a deep breath and catches Mike’s hand with his own, intertwines their fingers.
“It’s not like she knows that,” he says. Then, softer: “She can’t know it.”
The words come out a bit more melancholy than he’d intended but it’s hard to hide it sometimes, how much it hurts to pretend Mike means nothing more to him than any of his other friends. To pretend he doesn’t daydream about the whisper of Mike’s hand against his own beneath the table in chemistry class. To act as though his breath doesn’t tangle itself into an unmanageable knot and wrap itself around his lungs with expert precision whenever he catches Mike’s eye from across the hallway. To pretend he doesn’t look at Mike and see his whole damn heart projected back at him, doesn’t taste the promise of some kind of future with every fleeting kiss they manage to steal.
Sometimes it just gets a little hard, pretending.
“I wish she could.”
Mike’s voice is soft as he says it, wistful as he opens his eyes and presses their intertwined hands to his warm face to place a kiss against Will’s knuckles.
“I wish everyone could know how much I love you.”
Will’s heart does a stutter-stop in his chest and he thinks for a moment that it must be the fever talking. Either that or the cold medicine, because he and Mike…they haven’t said that word yet.
Sure, Will’s thought it hundreds of times: certainly every day over the last nine months they’ve been together; probably ever since his return from the upside down and his multiple brushes with death and also with the soft weight of Mike’s hand against his own; possibly since the first time Mike placed an arm around him in first grade when Will had fallen off his bike and skinned his knee so badly that the blood had run down into his sock and gone all tacky against his foot as he’d limped home. He’s thought it for years. An entire lifetime, maybe. But they haven’t said it.
He looks down at Mike and expects to see that same feverish glaze, a faraway look on his face like his brain is certainly somewhere else, lost in the haze of illness. Instead all he sees is soft, quiet confidence and the kind of sure and steady gaze that Mike is so expert at - like he’s daring Will to challenge him on this. But this isn’t something Will is going to challenge him on. Not today. Not ever.
“I love you too,” he says, and the words feel big but taste pleasant and it’s okay right now, that no one else can hear it. That no one else can know.
They don’t deserve to know, Will thinks to himself as Mike nuzzles against him with his lips pulled up into a sleepy smile.
“You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little better already,” Mike says, his tone playful and sweet. “Looks like I was right. You’re healing me after all, Byers.”
Will rolls his eyes but he can’t keep the fond look off of his face as he whispers dork and pulls the blankets further up around Mike’s shoulders. It doesn’t take long for Mike to begin nodding off with his head still pillowed in Will’s lap, his breath coming out in soft, whistling snores that make Will giggle silently in the evening-dark of the room.
“Will you still be here when I wake up?” Mike forces his eyes open long enough to ask, wrapping his arms around Will like he’s trying to ensure he can’t get away even if he wants to.
Will hums out softly, rubs his hand over Mike’s back.
“Yeah, Mike. I’ll be here.”
Mike’s asleep before he can hear his response, but it’s okay. He already knew the answer before he’d ever asked the question. And it’s okay, when he wakes up an hour later bleary eyed and pouty as Will insists he needs to get home before his mom begins to worry.
“Are you gonna let me kiss you goodbye, at least?”
He looks so pathetic, with his frowning lips and his stuffy nose and his hair standing up in every direction, and Will is tempted to say no because they have midterms coming up and he really can’t afford to be sick.
But instead he just laughs and half-protests that it’s gross as Mike presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth with warm, chapped lips. (It’s not gross and he missed it and he loves it and he loves Mike, god he loves him.)
And even when Will is lying in bed the next week, coughing and sniffling and downing cold medicine every few hours as Mike spends his afternoons apologizing and bringing Will homemade soup from his mom in a bright red thermos - he still can’t help but think that it was very much worth it.
You headed over to the BTS house. Video game day for Tae, Jungkook and you. You were having a friendly competition to see who would get the highest score by the end of the week. You were way ahead of them jungkook coming in second and Tae last.
You knocked on the door and to your surprise you couldn’t really hear anyone. Jungkook opened the door smiling “hey Y/n!” He said happily. “Hey Kookie! Ready to lose” You teased. He laughed a bit and looked at you for a second “Tae had to go do somethings so it’s just me and you” his voice a bit shakey. You two would be together by yourselves, it made you nervous but excited.
“That’s alright you and I can play while he’s gone” you said as you walked inside. He smiled “alright I got snacks and everything ready” he smiled. You two headed to the room and played for about and hour.
“Y/n you have to be cheating!” Jungkook whined your score being a lot higher than his. “I’m not cheating maybe you’re just bad” you giggled. You glanced over at him, his hair was a bit messy from him running his hands through it. You looked back at you screen and breathed deeply. Jungkook was a very attractive guy and you found yourself staring at him more than once. You looked over again and saw him biting his lip, and then something rose in you. Your mouth started to became dry and you couldn’t look away. “Ha i got you!” He boasted. You looked back at the screen to see your guy dead.
“You’re losing it Y/Nickname” he laughed. You playfully pushed him and laughed a bit. Next round you two were neck and neck “your gonna lose again” he teased “oh yeah” you replied. You smirked and started to tickle him and play with his controller. “Hey” he said trying to pause the game “no cheating” you giggled but didn’t stop. “Y/n stop it” you said through laughing. “Or what?” He teased him tickling him more.
He finally paused it and he quickly tackled you, his body against yours. He had your hands pinned down and was super close to your face. “You couldn’t handle me winning could you” he chuckled.
In that instant you don’t know what came over you but you leaned forward and kissed his lips. He didn’t pull away maybe out of shock but you were so glad. His lips were super soft and they almost tasted sweet. You wrapped your legs around him trying to pull him closer. He let out the softest moan against your lips as soon as his lower body pressed against yours. To your happy surprise he was kinda hard.
He pulled away looking down at you “y/n” he said almost barely audible. You looked up at him and bit your lip he looked so damn good. “Jungkook” you said with a soft moan. He bit his lip and leaned down to you “please I want you” you whispered against his ear.
He groaned and stared kissing your neck, he let go of your hands and caressed your breast. You moaned at The feeling of his touch. You pulled your shirt down a bit so he could get a better feel. His face although very red was also very full of lust. He wanted you as much as you did him. He made his was from your neck to your breast sucking sloppily on your nipple as he played with the other. You squirmed under him out of pleasure moaning at every flick of his tongue.
You couldn’t take it you wanted him you needed him inside you. You started to rock your hips again his feeling his completely rock hard member. “Please jungkook I need you, I need to feel you inside me.” You started to untie his sweatpants quickly pulling out his thick member. His tip was already wet from precum. As you moved your hand softly up and down his shaft he stopped your hand. He looked down at you with hooded eyes “y/n I already know I won’t be able to last long that’s not gonna help either” he said with a little laugh. You smirked “that’s ok I don’t think I will either” you said pulling him down into a kiss.
He deepened this kiss as he slid his tongue into your mouth. “Are you really sure about this about me?” He said softly looking into your eye. “Jungkook I’ve had the biggest crush on you forever, I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather be with” you said making him smile. He spit on his hand a bit to lube himself up. He rubbed your clit softly but was amazed by how soaked you already were. “Wow y/n you’re so wet” he said breathy. “Wet for you” you said back. He let out a soft groan at your words.
He took the head and rubbed it up and down your folds and almost in sync you both moaned. He slowly pushed himself into you. His member felt so big so thick and it couldn’t feel any better.
He started to move slowly making sure not to hurt you but even more making sure not to bust already. “Y/n you’re so warm around me” he moaned. You were about to say something back but he started moving faster. “Fuck” you said louder than you wanted. “I hope you know you’re all mine now” he said with a smirk. “I wouldn’t want it any other way” you said with out hesitation.
He started speeding up a bit you could hear the sound of skin slapping which only turned you on more. He held you close as he moved asking ever so often if you were ok.
You felt your high coming and he must have to. He moved faster feeling your walls tighten around him. “Y/n let’s cum together” he said softly as he pulled you into a kiss. You nodded, he moved deeper in you, your walls almost pulling him deeper. He groaned loudly and reached down to rub your clit “cum for me beautiful” he said breathy.
You felt the coil in your stomach break almost like a damn breaking. You felt a rush of heat and pleasure as you came. “Jungkook!” You moaned loudly him riding out your high before pulling out. He quickly grabbed an old shirt across the room. He pumped once and let out the throatiest moan as he came.
He looked at you both of you catching your breath he pulled you close and kissed you lovingly. “Hey! I’m home guys! We’re are you?” Jungkook franticly pulled away. “Shit Taes back!” You said his eyes wide you fixed your skirt and jungkook fixed his pants.
“Here” he gave you your controller and started the game. A few seconds later Tae came into the room “there you two are! Have you been playing all day?” He asked sitting beside Jungkook. He looked at him for a second “damn she must be winning cause your face is beat red.” He chuckled and Jungkook and you just looked at each other and laughed.
Words: 18,139. Genre: Smut, fluff + tattoo (kinda) soulmate au + messy love triangle. Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader. Summary: “The world suddenly feels as if it’s
closing in on you, crashing and burning and dragging you along with it, because
you can’t be in love and yet you obviously are - and the mere thought is
absolutely, undeniably frightening.” A/N: Inspired by this and this submission and the songs bad habits by the kooks and how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds.