I love that they don't even turn their heads to give him a warning look

anonymous asked:

no but like you do know that even though tony realized that bucky was innocent he still tried to murder him and would have if steve hadn't been there to stop him? the russos confirmed it. i just don't get it how someone can claim to love a character but still support the person who almost murdered said character in cold blood and still hasn't shown any indication that he's sorry for his actions.

Okay, I’m glad you asked this because it gives me a reason to explain my feelings about the Act 3 fight in Civil War. Heads up for anyone reading this that this is gonna be a pretty long post with a lot of visual evidence. 

There’s several major points to the final fight scene:

  1. Had the fight continued, would Tony have killed Bucky?
  2. Understanding Tony’s reaction both from the perspective of grief and also from the perspective of trauma.
  3. Is this fight really about Bucky?

To fully understand the final scene, I think we have to look at all three of these. First and foremost - would Tony have actually killed Bucky?

So, the first several minutes of the fight, Tony hits Steve, knocking to the floor, and restrains him. His attention is clearly focused on Bucky who he engages in a fight. The fight continues for several seconds/minutes, until this important moment:

Tony: Do you even remember them?
Bucky: I remember all of them.

Here, Tony has Bucky in a chokehold. Cap is incapacitated somewhere else. Tony could easily snap Bucky’s neck right here, yet he pauses and asks him about his parents. Tony then flies down, still holding Bucky and Cap intercepts them mid-air:

Several things to point out: if Tony was about to kill Bucky, why didn’t he do it just then? They all fall down, Bucky falling onto another platform, Tony and Steve falling to the floor, with Steve rolling forwards. This is an important moment - from here on now the action switches. Tony’s attention is now fixed on Steve solely, not Bucky. The two begin to fight.

Bucky joins in and we have the well known Bucky, Steve and Tony choreography. Then Tony shoots a repulsor beam at Steve, knocking him back, and Bucky attacks Tony, attempts to rip out the reactor at which point Tony’s reactor fires a repulsor beam and Bucky’s arm is ripped off from the blast.

Despite this, Tony doesn’t attempt to use his repulsor, despite having an arm free:

Instead he tries to pry Bucky’s arm away from the reactor. But Bucky is too strong. I’ve rewatched the scene several times and Tony doesn’t actually fire a repulsor with his arm. Instead the reactor begins to glow:

Before it shoots out a beam:

This is also important as it means the reactor has a failsafe in the case of someone trying to remove it. 

If Tony wanted to hurt Bucky why didn’t he fire a repulsor from his arm straight into Bucky’s face? Why did he attempt to simply pry Bucky’s hand away? I don’t think he intentionally tried to shoot Bucky’s arm off, instead the reactor has a failsafe and released a repulsor and since Bucky had his arm on the reactor it hit him straight in the arm, causing it to be ripped off from the force.

Once Bucky loses his arm, then Tony hits him with a repulsor in the back which yes, I admit wasn’t necessary and was awful. At this point Cap gets up and we get this iconic shot:

Steve and Tony begin to fight and Steve has the upper hand, Tony is cornered against the wall and has no way of fighting against Steve:

At this point Tony has FRIDAY analyse Cap’s fight pattern and use it against him. Which leads to this point of the fight:

Tony punches Steve several times while he kneels, Bucky’s body behind him. Then he grabs him, and tosses him away from Bucky:

Tony: Stay down. Final warning.

The camera pans to a wide shot, and this, this moment is visually INTEGRAL to this entire fight. Wide shots are intended to show the audience the entire scene, they focus on everything as a whole, revealing to the audience what is going on.

That’s why this shot is so important. Bucky is on the floor, incapable of protecting himself. Steve is several feet away from Bucky and Tony is in between the two. Tony could easily turn around and kill Bucky - so why doesn’t he? The camera pans to this, revealing to us that Bucky (and Steve) are completely vulnurable - note even the visual difference between Tony, standing up, and Bucky and Steve, both on the floor. Here, Tony is solely in control. Yet he issues Cap a warning, and completely ignores Bucky.

This also majorly answers the third point as it keys the audience in completely that at the core, this is not a fight about Bucky. It solidifies the idea that this is not a fight between Bucky and Tony, but a fight between Steve and Tony. 

Bucky attempts to intervene as Tony raises his reactor - presumably to hurt Cap - at which point Tony kicks him in the face. Steve lifts Tony and throws him to the floor where he begins to hit him over and over. He rips off Tony’s helmet and raises the shield. Close shots prevent us from seeing what is going on, until we see this:

Visually we expect Steve to kill Tony. He doesn’t. Again, this is very important to the narrative as it mirrors Tony’s attempt to kill Bucky. 

Tony attacks Bucky. 

Steve attacks Tony.

Tony looks like he might kill Bucky. We never find out if he really would as the fight shifts, but it seems he wouldn’t have actually gone through it.

Steve looks like he is about to kill Tony. He doesn’t.

The two practically mirror each other - the difference is we actually see Steve on the verge of killing Tony, only for him to choose not to. The audience knows then, that no matter how hurt or angry they are, no matter how broken, how furious, how much they fight each other, that ultimately at heart, they are not people who would kill each other - at least in my personal opinion. Steve’s attempt to kill Tony, only for him not to, parallels Tony’s attempt to kill Bucky, only to choose not to - in my personal opinion. 

I know that I’ve mainly focused on the first and third point. The second point is also important, in understanding Tony’s reaction. Firstly, someone seeing someone’s murder is highly unsettling to any human being. Tony seeing his parents murdered, hearing them being murdered, is very much the equivalent of someone being exposed to footage of a shooting - it is highly traumatic to witness that type of violence, no matter what it is, and many people actually have to get therapy for this. 

Tony’s reaction is also heightened though because what he is witnessing is not strangers, but his own parents being murdered - he is shown his father’s face being caved in, and his mother begging for her husband as she is strangled to death. So not only is Tony exposed to something extremely violent, upsetting and triggering, but it is also done on a personal level to him. Does that mean what he did was right? No. Attacking Bucky was completely wrong, of course. But is it understandable? Yes, in my personal opinion. 

Your parent’s death is not something you get over. Now I understand that the difference is that Bucky was brainwashed and made to do what he did. I understand that Bucky is as much a victim as Maria or Howard in this situation completely. But grief and trauma don’t work logically - Tony does not have the time to process what he just saw, he lashes out. 

And in the end, despite the fact that he has the chance to kill Bucky, he doesn’t. His focus shifts to Steve.

As to what the writers/directors say, I don’t particularly trust what the writers or the producers say - they are the same people who thought it was normal to have Steve kiss Sharon only 48 hours after Peggy died, so their opinion is not something I trust. Plus, that perspective clashes with the perspective of the stunt choreographer (I think) who says that Tony aims to incapacitate, not harm, throughout the movie.

I don’t in any way think that what Tony did was “right” - but I understand why he did it. If we can understand Steve for nearly trying to kill Tony, if we can understand T’Challa for several times attempting to kill Bucky (note that T’Challa specifically stated that he “will kill Bucky himself”, so there is no doubt as to his intentions), then we can understand Tony’s attempt too. If you decide to continue to dislike Tony for attempting to kill Bucky, then I hope you are prepared to dislike T’Challa too.

[Note: Please do not comment on this post as to how Tony and T’Challa’s cases differ. Canon facts are that T’Challa, like Tony, also attempts to kill Bucky and states his intentions himself: “I’ll kill him myself, Ms. Romanoff”. What he does is premeditated.]

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 


Trigger warning: self harm


Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

  • A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”
  • You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust
  • They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree
  • You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning
  • Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early
  • You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him
  • He smiled when he saw you, then frowned
  • “Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”
  • Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs
  • Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done
  • When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall
  • “I-I can explain…”
  • He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 
  • “Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”
  • His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded
  • He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head
  • “I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”
  • Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody
  • “I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”


Yoosung

  • He convinced you to cook with him
  • You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess
  • By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had
  • He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you
  • When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head
  • You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung
  • Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists
  • The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them
  • You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame
  • “They’re all old… Right?”
  • You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight
  • “You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”
  • You agreed and he kissed your head
  • “I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”


Jaehee

  • You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back
  • No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down
  • You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard
  • In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you
  • One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit
  • You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop
  • You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store
  • Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room
  • “MC? What’s wrong?”
  • When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning
  • You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock
  • “W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”
  • She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed
  • Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”
  • When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist
  • “I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”


Jumin

  • Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt
  • Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet
  • A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that
  • With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you
  • He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining
  • Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why
  • You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead
  • He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer
  • An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly
  • His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming
  • Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach
  • Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity
  • “Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”


707

  • Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away
  • He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted
  • You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together
  • Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade
  • Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room
  • When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you
  • “Stop what you’re doing right now!”
  • You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”
  • With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts
  • Taken back, you looked confused at him
  • He just smiled sad
  • “I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”
  • You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other


V

  • Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch
  • Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips
  • As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you
  • His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like
  • During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin
  • Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines
  • You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars
  • Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them
  • He smiled sad and kissed your wrist
  • “You don’t have any fresh, do you?”
  • When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose
  • “I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”


Saeran/Unknown

  • He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you
  • The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed
  • So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree
  • And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body
  • When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad
  • ?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??
  • He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill
  • Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother
  • He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet
  • Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching
  • “Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall
  • Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all
  • “Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”
  • Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow
  • “I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”
  • You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight
  • “Please don’t ever do it again, MC”


~jane

Push Rewind

summary: 2009!phan where they have skype sex and their first time together, and phil is just a caring guy that wants dan to have fun and feel safe

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: blowjobs, skype sex, anal sex, good boyfriend!lester asking for consent every so often

word count: 3332 (yeS)

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a/n: i wrote this like two years ago, but i was rly proud of it at the time and i never got around to posting it until now!! it’s been polished and some parts have been rewritten, but otherwise it should be good to go! i hope you guys enjoy it :) tomorrow or the day after i should have the start of a cool chaptered fic posted, so stay tuned for that. okay love you, i hope you like it <3

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You have a key?

Liam Dunbar 

 Smut to Fluff 

 Based loosely of a dream I had earlier.

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

Mason basically walks in on the reader and Liam getting it on *wink wink*

Season 4 AU

Credit to gif owner ^

Warning- Swearing, oral and some unprotected sex man wrap it before you tap it!! smut, daddy kink (; & fluff 

Word Count- 1,261

I sat on the bleachers with Malia as they watched the boys practice “Hey Malia, what are you working on?” I glanced down at what was on Malia’s lap “Math, useless math.” Malia groaned causing me to laugh my attention turned back to Liam who scored a goal causing me to squeal “Malia! Did you see that Liam made a goal!”  Malia gave me a deadpan look “(Y/N) instead why don’t you help me!” I gave her a confused look “Malia you’re a senior I’m a sophomore. I didn’t learn any of this yet.” Malia groaned giving me a fake cry “I shouldn’t have shifted. Coyotes don’t do homework.” Her humor caused me to laugh oh Malia.

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My Saviour - Nine

A/N: Thank you to all who are following this series and all of you that are giving me such amazing feedback. I love writing this, and I love reading all of your reactions, comments and predictions. You will never understand how much your kind words mean to me. Also a special shout out to my amazing beta @thorne93, I could not have done this without  you.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, talk about abuse, miscarriage.

Wordcount: 2342

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Originally posted by miinyooongii

“Come here,” Dean said, helping you to your feet, holding your hand as you stepped out of the shower. “Here-” he put the towel around your shoulders and rubbing his hands up and down your arms to try and warm you. “-what kind of pain?”

“In my back.” Your eyes were wide in horror as you spoke, but for the first time you kept your eyes glued on Dean’s. “I thought the warm water would help.”

“We need to get you out of these clothes, okay?” You nodded. “Stay here and I’ll go get you something to wear.”

You did as Dean said, not moving a muscle as he went to grab you some clothes, returning with one of his large sweatpants and a sweater, hoping they would warm you up. He stood outside the door as you changed and then he followed you into your bedroom once you emerged. Your entire body shook as you sat down on the edge of the bed. Dean grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders before kneeling down in front of you.

“You want to tell me what happened?” he asked, one hand resting on your knee.

“I… uh… I had this pain in my back, and it wouldn’t go away so I figured the warm water might help.” You pulled the blanket tighter around you as you spoke, your voice flat and detached. “Then it got worse before I could even get to the bathroom, this kind of sharp, stabby pain in my stomach.” Dean already knew where this was going. “There was just so much blood, and now I don’t have anymore pain.”

“I don't…” Dean started but you interrupted him.

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Overprotective Prince Ben

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Prince Ben

Word Count: 1,636

Warning(s): Fluff

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

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“Gentlemen Don’t Kiss and Tell” - [Keanu Reeves/Tom Hiddleston - One Shot].

Based on: Imagine: When your first husband, Keanu, gets in touch all of a sudden, you start emailing each other often, just being friendly. After the two of you got divorced, he never married again, you never even heard about him being in a serious relationship. On his birthday, you decide to show up at his place just so he won’t spend it alone. When you come home to your current husband, Tom, he’s waiting for you with your laptop and all the emails on the screen that he found while using it. Knowing that you’re talking to your ex, enrages him and makes him assume that every time you’re out, you’re with him having the time of your life, and Tom’s so upset he even calls himself a fool for loving you.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: I’ve decided to address Keanu by his middle name, ‘Charles’, in this story. I don’t know, i was just more comfortable with it. Also there’s 1 POV change, and a few visuals.

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It started with a package and a wrong address.

My old address actually.

Work was a mess. I would’ve lost my head if it wasn’t attached. Everyone rushed around, the phones wouldn’t stop ringing, and the stacks of paper on my desk were starting to resemble skyscrapers. So with a bit of sleep-deprivation and trying to function on one too many espressos on top of it all, I was more than likely to make a mistake.

It was a little after seven in the morning when, with yet another caffeinated drink in hand and taking sips of it, I went through my emails. But a sudden notification of something new in my inbox caught my attention.

I set my mug on the desk and stared at the computer when I read the sender’s address. I might’ve clicked on it a bit faster than I’d like to admit.


I covered my face with my right hand.

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anonymous asked:

I'd love some angst with happy ending for Bellarke: "we have a kid that you don't know about, oh shit....we meet again and that's your son".

thanks for the prompt, nonny! i hope it delivers on the angst, it’s not my usual MO (the happy ending definitely is though)

(ao3)

“Latte for Bellamy.”

Clarke’s head snaps up embarrassingly quickly. It’s not a common name, Bellamy, and while there’s every chance in the world it isn’t him, she can’t bring herself to believe it won’t be.

And then, of course, it is him. A little bit neater than when they were in high school, a little bit less cocky swagger and more genuine self-confidence in the way he carries himself, but it’s undeniably Bellamy Blake. Her– She doesn’t even know where to begin explaining who he is to her.

She’s staring, her own coffee cup hovering halfway to her mouth, and when he turns around his gaze is drawn to hers like a magnet. Like it always used to be.

He freezes.

And then a grin overtakes his face, brighter than anything she’s ever seen, and wow he grew up well.

“Clarke?”

She’s out of her seat and wrapped up in his arms before she even registers moving, but he’s clutching her tightly, firm and warm and solid and here.

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I Don't See Why Not // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants to be in a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 1 of 6)

Series: Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Epilogue

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cheating (From an outside character), Oral (Male on Female), and Swearing.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Word Count: 5,807

Song: DKLA by Troye Sivan Ft. Tkay Maidza

A/N: Hi! Yes, I’m back! I don’t know if my return is a permanent thing, but all I know is I just couldn’t get this story out of my head and had to write it down. Either way, I hope you guys like it

“You know, what? Maybe if we get back in the car and leave, Lydia won’t even notice we’re gone.” I suggested to my boyfriend, Trevor, and he immediately chuckled.

“Babe, this is Lydia Martin we’re talking about.” He laughed, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “She’ll notice us leaving before we even get the chance to walk out that door.“ 

I groaned audibly as this sunk in. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Lydia’s one hell of an observant woman and would realize something was off the second we planned a getaway.

Lydia Martin, being the wonderfully thoughtful person she is, decided to throw a crazy party for the pack. She kept saying how ’‘we’re constantly putting our lives in danger to save everyone else” and how “we forgot what it’s like to be actual teenagers”. So, this party here at her house is an attempt to help us all relax, for once, and just have some fun. 

I thank her for her effort, really, I do. And I was excited for this event, at first, that was until I got here and the sound of loud music pounded into my soul. People making out in every corner had my skin crawling and I feel like I will literally scream if I see one more person throw up in front of me. 

 "I’m going to go get a drink.“ I sighed, pulling Trevor’s arm off my shoulders and standing from the living room couch. “Want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” He simply stated, his eyes focused on something else in front of him. 

I didn’t even bother to look at what grabbed all of his attention. I was way too concerned with giving into my current need of an alcoholic beverage. 

Pushing against the sweaty bodies that danced across the floor, I somehow made my way to the kitchen. My mouth beginning to water as I thought about the bitter liquid burning down my throat. 

A small smile etched across my lips the minute I walked inside and a very relaxed and calm Stiles, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in his hand, came into sight. 

I’m not gonna lie, he actually looked pretty hot. The way his long sleeves were rolled up just enough to show the veins on his strong arms. How his hair was messy in such a sexy way and how he looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world. 

“Basically all of Beacon Hill’s finest ladies in this one house and, yet, you still manage to be here in the kitchen, alone.” I laughed, approaching the counter with the alcohol on it and wasting no time in making myself a cocktail. “Why am I not surprised, Stilinski?“ 

Stiles let out a chuckle as he stood up straight, realizing he was no longer by himself. 

“Yeah, well, none of them really catch my eye.” He shrugged before taking a sip from his red plastic cup. 

“Not unless she’s a redhead with emerald green eyes, right?” I raised an eyebrow, picking up some ice from its bucket and dropping them into my own cup. 

“Right.” Stiles nodded, licking any lingering liquid off his pink lips. He slowly approached, stopping to stand behind me. “And what miracle brought you here? You hate parties.“ 

“As do you.” I smirked, turning around and leaning against the cupboards. “I remember a certain boy with a buzzcut telling me all about his social anxiety." 

“Well, some things have indeed changed for that boy and, yet, he still does have terrible anxiety." Stiles shrugged, resting his body against the island that was fixiated in the middle of the kitchen. "He manages to grow out his hair and even a few muscles, but can’t shake off the constant feeling of being threatened." 

"I blame natural selection. This is life’s way of telling us we’re the weaker links.” I raised my cup to Stiles and smirked. “So, here’s to us actually surviving this long and proving evolution wrong." 

“Cheers.” Stiles chuckled, also raising his cup. We tapped our cups and with smiles on our faces, gulped down our drinks. 

“Mm.“ I swallowed the last of my drink and turned around to refill my cup. "I should probably go back to Trevor. Wouldn’t want him suffering at this party alone." 

"Ah, yes, your boyfriend.” Stiles raised an eyebrow, a look of disapproval spreading across his face. “Also known as Tragic Trevor by most." 

“Not this again.” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. With a sigh, I put down the bottle of Jack I used to fill the contents of my plastic cup and faced Stiles.

“Sorry.“ He lifted his hands in surrender. "You know I’m just looking out for you, right?" 

“Yes, Stiles.” I sighed, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. “You and the rest of the pack have made it very clear how much you hate my new boyfriend." 

“Hey, no. We don’t hate him.” Stiles spoke, following behind me. “We just strongly dislike him." 

“It’s not like you guys ever tried to actually like him, anyway.” I scoffed as I entered the living room. A feeling of confusion came over me when I peered over to the couch and Trevor wasn’t anywhere in sight. 

“Okay, fine. You have a point there.“ Stiles confessed, standing beside me whilst I looked around the room to try and find my boyfriend. "But, we also have our reasons, Emma. You know what the rumors say about him being the spawn of satan or whatever." 

“Stiles, I’m not having this discussion with you again.” I stated, deciding to ignore him when my eyes landed on a very happy Scott. He was, currently, sitting at the bottom of the staircase with a bubbly Kira wrapped in his arms. 

“Hey, guys.“ I greeted the couple once I approached them, having to speak a little louder due to the deafening music. 

"Hey!” They both exclaimed in union, clearly thrilled to see me here. Kira was obviously drunk and even Scott seemed a little tipsy. He must have laced his drink with some species of wolfsbane to get this effect.

“Have you guys seen Trevor, anywhere?” I asked them, hoping they weren’t drunk enough to not even be able to notice their surroundings. 

“Oh, yeah.“ Scott spoke up, his words slurring, and a sigh of relief left my lips. "I think he went to the bathroom upstairs." 

“Thanks, Scotty.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling. 

A feeling of happiness washed over me as I stared at him. If there’s someone in this world that deserves nothing other than the absolute best, that person is Scott McCall. He does so much for the people around him, constantly putting their lives before his. But, the thing is, he doesn’t do it because he feels like he has to, he does it because that’s just who he is. A person so good and so pure that he can light up an entire room with just his smile.

I managed to walk past Scott and Kira and up the staircase. An annoyed sigh left my chest when I heard the sound of footsteps following behind me. 

“Stiles, what are you doing?“ I asked the brown eyed boy once we reached the top of the stairs. 

“I’m sorry for bringing all of that up again.” He apologized, scratching the back of his neck. 

“It’s fine, Stiles.“ I spoke honestly and walked up to the bathroom in the hall. "Just go back to the party." 

“No, I want to help you find him.” Stiles stood his ground and I nodded, allowing him to make it up to me. 

My right hand curled around the handle to the bathroom door and turned it. I slowly pushed the door open and, immediately, regretted ever trying to look for Trevor in the first place. I had no idea what I would end up actually finding. 

The drink that was still in my hands from the kitchen dropped down to the floor and all of the liquid spread across the hall’s carpet as I stared in shock at the scene before me. 

A girl I’ve never seen before was sitting on top of the sink’s counter with her legs wrapped around my boyfriend’s waist. The feeling of disgust washed over me as I watched Trevor stick his tongue down her throat. It was only then that I noticed her hands fumbling with his belt and I felt as if I was going to be sick.

Stiles was the first to speak with a faint ‘holy shit’ leaving his mouth. 

The two horny teenagers detached their lips from each other and turned their heads towards the opened door.

Trevor’s eyes instantly landed on mine and I could see his pupils go from filled with lust to absolutely terrified

“Emma.“ He said my name nervously, his voice laced with surprise. 

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t even think. All I could do was stare in shock as the realization hit me. 

My boyfriend pushed himself away from the girl with no name and anxiously tried to fix his belt. When he began to approach me was when I was finally able to actually move. 

"We’re over.” I stated weakly, my voice breaking and I could feel tears threaten to escape. 

“No, wait-“ He tried to protest, but I didn’t stick around to find out what excuse he would use. 

I ran down the stairs and rushed past Scott and Kira. I heard the sound of my name being called by my friends, but I didn’t even bother to answer. 

Without actually thinking, I pulled the front door open and trudged outside. I let out a scream of frustration so loud that I didn’t even hear the front door being opened behind me. 

Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder and I, immediately, jumped. Quickly turning around, my heartbeat slowed once I realized I wasn’t being attacked and it was just Stiles. 

He had this look on his face of I knew this would happen and I just wanted him to get the hell away from me.

“Don’t!” I shouted, anger lacing my voice, when he opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’." 

“Actually, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted a ride home.” Stiles stated, his voice kind and soft. 

“Oh.” I wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheek and sighed. “I would, thanks." 

“Don’t mention it.” He waved his hand at me. “Come on." 

I nodded as he rested his hand on the small of my back and lead us to his blue jeep. I closed my eyes once inside and leaned my head against the window. A feeling of defeat came over me as I thought about my, yet another, failed relationship. 

The ride to my house was peaceful and comfortable. The radio played soft music and Stiles talked all the way through. Constantly making stupid jokes and witty sarcastic remarks to make me laugh. The strange part is that they actually worked. 

“And here we are.” Stiles stated with a playful voice once we pulled into my house’s driveway. “Need anything else before I go, m'lady?" 

“Actually, yes.” I nodded, taking him up on his offer. “Can you stay over? My parents are gone for the weekend and I really don’t want to spend the night alone with my own thoughts." 

A soft smile spread across his face, Stiles’ eyes filled with care. A feeling of warmth and comfort washed over my body. If there’s someone who always manages to make me feel safe, that person is, without a doubt, Stiles Stilinski.

"Of course.” Stiles nodded and turned the ignition off.

We both got out of Roscoe and entered my house. Stiles immediately layed down on the couch, already making himself feel at home, and I went upstairs to grab blankets and pillows for him to sleep comfortably. 

It didn’t take me long to get what I needed and walk back downstairs to hand them to Stiles. 

“Thanks.“ He smiled, putting the blankets and pillows down on the couch he would be crashing on. 

“No problem.” I smiled back. “Do you need any pajamas to sleep in? I could go get something from my dad’s clothes." 

“Nah, that won’t be necessary.” Stiles waved me off, resting his head against the sofa. 

“Well, what are you going to sleep in?“ I furrowed my eyebrows at him and Stiles laughed, turning to look at me. 

“Emma, I’m a guy.” He chuckled, pointing to himself. “So, you know, my boxers." 

“Oh, right.” I laughed, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks. “I forgot how easy things are for your kind." 

“It’s a blessing, really.” Stiles shrugged. But then, suddenly, sat up with a look of surprise stretched across his face. 

Before I could even ask what was wrong, Stiles’ hands flew to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a buzzing phone. 

“Hey, dad.“ He answered the phone, his voice nervous and I laughed. "Yeah, no. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention there was a party-" 

Stiles abruptly stopped speaking and I can only assume his dad had interrupted him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as the Sheriff clearly lectured his only son.

I chuckled a bit, standing up from the couch and Stiles’ eyes followed me. 

"I’m gonna go change.” I explained, pointing to the staircase behind me. 

“I know you hate it when I do that, dad…” Stiles sighed into the phone, but not without giving me a thumbs up, first. 

With a smile on my lips, I ran up into my room and put on comfortable clothes to relax in. My pajamas consisted of a blue tank-top and striped shorts. I didn’t go back downstairs before managing to quickly brush my teeth. 

“So, did you tell your dad you’re sleeping over?“ I asked Stiles with a grin on my face once I sat back down on the sofa. 

“Yeah, he’s not too thrilled about it, but whatever.” Stiles shrugged, putting his phone on the coffee table before him. “I’m here for you." 

“Thanks.” I smiled weakly and he faced me, his eyebrows raising up. 

“Speaking of which, are you okay?“ Stiles question was sincere and filled with concern. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” I sighed, leaning into the cushions. “We haven’t been dating that long, anyway. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. Trevor and I were still getting to know each other, really. I don’t know, it just hurts that he would so easily humiliate me like that. That every boyfriend I’ve ever had only ever thought about themselves." 

Stiles looked at me as if he were trying really hard to understand what I was saying and I let out another sigh. 

“Look, every relationship I’ve ever been in ended badly. Maybe, I should just stop trying, you know? Maybe I should just have one night stands and never worry about being someone’s girlfriend ever again." 

“Hey, at least you have relationships.” Stiles intervened, letting out a breath of defeat himself. “I’ve been trying to be with Lydia since forever and it’s only ever lead to nothing.”  

“Okay, but you dated Malia.“ I pointed out and Stiles scoffed. 

“Malia was a mistake.” He shook his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong she’s amazing, but we were never a real couple. I guess I just dated her because I pitied her, really.”

“We’re both such failures in the romance department.” I chuckled and Stiles chuckled along with me. “God, I am so done with romance." 

“Oh, you can’t be serious?” He smirked. 

“No, but I am.“ I disagreed and, then, turned my entire body to face Stiles. "You know what I really want?" 

Stiles shook his head and grinned. "What do you really want?" 

“To have someone that I can just have sex with.” I confessed and Stiles laughed. “I’m serious! I wish that that existed. You know, someone you meet with regularly just to satisfy your needs. No feelings and no complications, just pure sex." 

“It does exist.” Stiles stated. “They call it friends with benefits." 

“God, I want that.” I sighed, closing my eyes and returning to my resting position on the couch. 

“Yeah, me too.“ Stiles confessed and my eyes snapped open. 

“What?” I laughed. “What about Lydia?" 

“What about Lydia?” He shrugged and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, I’m in love with Lydia, but I also have needs, you know?" 

"Oh, my God.” I scoffed, staring at him in awe. “You’re such a guy." 

“You know what? I am going to take that as a compliment.” Stiles spoke, his expression clearly smug. 

I watched as his tongue darted out of his mouth and wet his bottom lip, a feeling of desire, suddenly, pulsing through me. That’s when a brilliant idea came to me and the lightbulb in my head went off. 

And apparently, I wasn’t the only one with this new thought inside my mind. Stiles’ eyes seethed want and excitement. The sexual tension in the room now beginning to feel palpable. 

“Stiles…“ I said his name slower than usual as my eyes went back up to his. "Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" 

“Well, that depends.” Stiles grinned, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you thinking about chicken nuggets?" 

"Stilinski, I know for a fact you’re not thinking about chicken nuggets, right now.” I stated, biting down on my bottom lip and I could see his eyes quickly flicker to my mouth then back up. 

“Okay.“ He smirked, leaning in closer to me. "Then, what am I thinking about?”

My eyes narrowed at him, a wave of lust crashing down on my body. 

“Well, I can only assume you’re thinking the same as I am.” I inched closer, the space between our faces slimming considerably. “And I just so happen to be thinking about taking off my clothes… for your amusement." 

“My amusement?” I could sense the cocky smile in his words even though our eyes shared an intense and tension-filled stare. 

I slowly nodded and reached behind my back to unhook my laced bra. Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I gently pushed the straps down my arms. 

“Because I know that what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours is filled with the smuttiest ideas that even porn can’t come up with.“ I took my bra out from under my shirt and threw it on his lap. "And I want you to know that I can help you persue them." 

Stiles’ eyes quickly broke our gaze and they shifted to the intimate garment on his thighs. With a small and almost inaudable moan escaping his lips, Stiles’ gaze rested on my erect nipples just underneath the thin layer of cotton.

"Stiles.” I called his name and his eyes reluctantly snapped up to mine. “Do you want to do this? To become friends with benefits?" 

“God, yes.” He groaned, his strong demeanor faltering.

A bolt of desire rushed through my body and rested down in my core. A smirk permanently etching on my lips.

“Then, take me.”

That’s all the encouragement Stiles needed to break the small space between us and push his urgent lips against mine. A moan fell from my mouth when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

Stiles’ lips worked expertly on mine and it made me curious as to how perfectly his tongue must work as well. Sliding my tongue against his bottom lip, I asked Stiles for an entrance and he granted me one.

Our tongues danced together, both mouths knowing exactly how to pleasure the other and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been with such a good kisser before.

“Wait.” He broke the kiss, his chest breathing heavily. “We’re too close of friends, this can’t possibly work.”

“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my eyebrows, also out of breath. “That’s what makes this so perfect. You and I have no romantic interests in each other. We’re just here for the sex.”

“Okay, but what if one of us ends up wanting more than just sex?”

“That’s not gonna happen.” I shook my head and stretched my arms behind his neck. “You’re infatuated with Lydia and I never want a relationship again." 

“What if one of us falls for the other?” Stiles spoke with his voice full of concern.

“Stiles, you’re thinking too much.“ I smiled and pressed my lips against his neck.

"That’s not gonna happen and if by some off chance that it does, we shut this down immediately.”

“Emma-“

"Stiles, relax.” I spoke in between kisses. My tongue darting out to softly suck on his pulse point and Stiles moaned. “How about this? We do this tonight and, by the time we’re done, if you still feel this way about it, we never do it again. Do you think that’ll be okay with you?”

I looked up to see Stiles with his eyes closed as he lets me work my magic on his neck. He slowly opens his eyes once I stop and stares at me.

“Yes.” Stiles nods, his grip around my waist tightening. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Wonderful.” I smiled, urgently kissing him again.

Stiles’ hands lowered down to my ass and he squeezed it, a shameless moan being released from me. I let us enjoy this moment of devouring each others’ lips before deatching myself from his arms and standing up.

His eyes never left me, even though he was very confused, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his very swollen and plump pink lips. It makes me wonder about what his other swollen and pink body part must look like at this exact moment.

As I bite down on the bottom of my lip, I slowly pull up my shirt off my body. If we were in a cartoon right now, Stiles’ eyes would be out of their sockets with how wide they are.

I let him take in the sight in front of him before walking towards my staircase, never taking my eyes off of Stiles. Lifting my finger, I seductively called him towards me and he instantly jumped up.

The next thing I know, we’re both running up the stairs and into my room. Stiles’ mouth crashes back onto mine as soon as he closes the bedroom door.

My hands make their way through his silky hair, slightly pulling back and Stiles lets out a small whimper.

“That felt strangely good.” He laughed against my lips and smiling into the kiss, I pulled his hair again.

Something lit up inside of Stiles as he, suddenly, broke our kiss and urgently pushed me onto my bed. A laugh and an excited squeal escaped my chest the second I fall back onto the mattress.

Stiles hovers over me and my eyes flicker into his. The boy with beautiful freckles, currently, had large and dark pupils, full of burning lust.

It’s as if our lips had found this new addiction we just can’t shake off as we kiss continuously. My fingers slowly unbotton his plaid shirt and my hands go underneath the fabric, my panties getting wetter at the feeling of his smooth skin against my palm.

Breaking the kiss, I push Stiles’ shirt off his shoulders and my tongue grazes the bottom of my lip as I stare at his impressive chest.

Stiles has never been an athletic person, but he sure does have the body of one. His shoulders were broad, his arms surprisingly strong with muscles, and his stomach lean enough to show the start of future abs in the making. I guess playing lacrosse and running away from supernatural creatures all these years have really paid off.

With a smirk spread across my lips, I quickly pushed Stiles’ beside me and rolled over his body. He had a new sense of excitement spark in his eyes as I lowered my head, pressing my lips against his inviting skin.

My fingers played along with Stiles’ delicious happy trail and I could feel the goosebumps rapidly appearing on his skin. My tongue trailed down and stopped right before the immediate hair poking out of his kakis and I could see his chest rising up and down.

Stiles breathed heavily as I unlooped his belt out of his pants and threw them onto the floor. With anticipation aching inside of my body, I unbottoned his pants and slid them down his legs.

The fire burning in my core heated even more when my eyes came face to face with the bulge popping in his boxers. As soon as I finished pulling his pants off his legs and discarded of them, Stiles, unexpectedly, grabbed me. He pulled me up towards him and pushed me down onto the bed, him being back on top. 

“What are you doing?” I laughed at his suddeness and Stiles smiled cockily at me.

“I want to taste you.” He confessed, slowly sliding my pajama shorts off my legs. “Right now.”

“Damn.” I moaned, the smile on my face disappearing and being replaced with my teeth biting down on my lips.

Once the shorts were finally on the floor, Stiles hovered down to the bottom half of my body and my core ached in anticipation.

“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned, my breath hitching in my lungs as he swipes a finger over the thin layer of cotton covering me. “You are so fucking wet.”

All I could do was whimper, my body craving his most intimate touch. Stiles did the unexpected when he ripped apart my panties and I gasped.

Before I could even complain, his tongue swiped along my folds and an embarrassing sound came out of my chest in response.

My body seethed with lust as he stretched my legs apart and settled his head between them. Fuck, that’s hot.

I couldn’t contain my filthy moans when he slowly rolled his tongue over my clitoris, my fingers resting on the back of his head. Stiles drew figure eights with his tongue and I pulled against his hair, both of us now whimpering and moaning.

“Fuck, Stiles.“ I managed to call out in between pleasure-filled groans. "More.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as Stiles spread my legs apart even more and added his fingers to the mix.

Stiles licked harder at my clit and pressed a finger into my core, causing one hand of mine to let go of his hair and harshly cling onto the bedsheet.

Before I could even ask, Stiles added another finger. My body was already drowing in pleasure, but I really lost it when he curled his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck.” I grunted in lust, my heart beating faster than ever and my eyes flickering shut.

Stiles’ tongue and fingers did absolute magic and when my legs started shaking uncontrollably was when I knew I was close.

“Stiles, I’m almost there.” My voice sounded weak as the need to release flooded me.

With his free hand, Stiles gripped onto my thigh and worked harder. His fingers pumped faster along with his tongue.

The second Stiles gently bit down on my clitoris was when my orgasm had reached its much needed peak. All I remember was my back arching, my legs shaking, and my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.

The pleasure made its way through my veins and I could feel it dance on every inch of my skin.

Stiles kept going to increase my high and only stopped when I had to literally pull him away from my body.

My chest rose and fell constantly with my heavy breaths, a grin planted on his face as he hovered back over me.

“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you taste?“ Stiles smirked, his face inches from mine. His finger wiped some of my juices off my thigh and made its way past his swollen lips and into his mouth.

All I could do was shake my head, my panting too heavy.

With a cocky grin permanently etched onto his lips, he repeated his actions. But, this time his finger slowly entered my mouth.

Never breaking our eye contact, I sucked on his finger. My tongue grazed his wet skin and I could feel Stiles’ cock twitch against my thigh. A moan fell from my lips when I tasted myself. He was actually right, I really do have a pretty impressive taste.

"You are so fucking hot.” Stiles audibly moaned before pulling his finger out of my warm mouth and crashing his lips against mine.

I could faintly taste myself in his kiss and my hands flew to the hem of his boxers in response.

“This needs to go.” I breathed against his lips and Stiles nodded in agreement.

He broke away from me to take off his underwear and I swear I had to actually control myself from drooling at the sight of his penis.

“Well, fuck.” I groaned, my eyes unable to look away.

“Do you like what you see?“ Stiles chuckled, tossing his boxers on the floor.

"Oh, I love what I see.” I confessed, reaching my hand for his very pink and very swollen tip. “Damn.“

Stiles let out a hitched breath when my index finger came into contact with his head, wiping the precum from his skin. His wide and gleaming eyes never left mine as I put my finger with his precum into my mouth.

“Mhm.” I moaned appreciatively at the salty taste, my warm tongue running over my finger.

“Holy fuck.” Stiles grunted, wasting no time in placing himself between my legs and hitching them behind his waist. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Nightstand.“ I stated, ready for this to take its next step.

Stiles’ arm reached over to my nightstand and he opened the drawer. My lips planted wet kisses against his neck as he grabbed a condom from its box.

I began sucking on his pulse point, Stiles letting out a small moan before impatiently ripping the package with his teeth. My tongue grazed his delicious skin and Stiles put the protection on his member.

His hands carefully pulled my face away from his neck and laid me down on my pillow. Stiles’ lips fell back onto my own and he let go of my head. His left hand wrapped around my thigh as his other hand got a hold of his cock, positioning himself against my entrance.

“Ready?” Stiles asked before going any further. I nodded with a smirk, my tongue wetting the bottom of my lip.

He kissed me again before slowly pushing himself into me. We both let out animalistic moans against each others’ mouths at the feeling of our bodies deliciously joining.

His cock stretched my walls and my nails dug into his shoulder, a pained grunt escaping from Stiles. I quickly pulled my nails away from his skin.

“Sorry.” I apologized as he stopped once he was fully in, now waiting for me to adjust to his size.

“Don’t be.” Stiles lazily smiled, his eyes narrowing with a smirk. “I actually liked it.”

A chuckled erupted from my chest and Stiles laughed along with me. My nails once again digging into his back and he whimpered in satisfaction.

Stiles patiently waited for my body to be ready and distracted himself in the time being. He leaned in and began kissing my collarbone, swiping his tongue across.

“You can move now.” I suggested when my core began throbbing with need.

Without detaching his lips from my skin, Stiles slowly pulled out and, then, pushed back in. My heels dug into his ass as he thrusted in a slow, but amazing, pace.

Once he sensed I could go for more, Stiles picked up the speed and my body thanked him for it. 

I never imagined having sex with one of my closest friends, but boy was I sure glad it’s now happening.

Something about seeing a best friend in his most exposing and vulnerable moment is such a turn on. Having sex just for the sake of pleasure without any feelings attached is truly the dream… and I just might get to live it.

Stiles was now pounding into me at this point and the moans we were both releasing felt so dirty and I loved every second of it. His mouth found its way back on mine, but our kisses were too messy and actually lazy from how concentrated we were on the building pleasure in our groins.

With every thrust, my body was feeling increasingly good and nearing its peak. Who would’ve ever guessed that Stiles Stilinski was so impressively great at sex?

“Are you close?” A breathless Stiles asked against my lips.

“Yes.“ I nodded as I felt his pounding beginning to feel sloppy. "What about you?”

“Pretty much already there.” Stiles confessed and I smiled against his lips.

Poor thing’s trying to hold on as long as he can for my sake. I took one of hands from his back and made my way towards where our bodies were moving together.

“I got it.” Stiles stated between kisses and placed his middle finger on my clitoris before I could.

I moaned loudly in appreciation and Stiles grinned against my mouth. He wasted no time in rapidly working on my nub, getting me to my release faster.

With a scream falling from my lips, I was the first to cum. My orgasm crashing down on me hard. I could feel my walls clenching around Stiles and that’s when he lost it.

His face settling in my neck as my body muffled his own scream. Our bodies shook together, the intense pleasure taking over the both of us.

Stiles only stopped thrusting when we both couldn’t take anymore, our private parts too sensitive to handle movement.

“Fuck.” Stiles said completely out of breath, softly pulling out and falling on the bed beside me. “That was amazing.”

“I’ll say.“ I scoffed, wiping the accumulated sweat off my forehead. "Impressive work, Stilinski.”

I raised my hand into the air and Stiles laughed the second he noticed what I was requesting.

“You, too.“ His palm came into contact with mine for a much deserved high-five.

With a smile etched across my lips, I turned my head so that I could face him. Stiles was already looking at me with satisfied eyes.

"So, do you want this to be a regular thing?” I asked, smirking at his glowing smile.

“Well, I don’t see why not.“ Stiles shrugged.

"Attaboy, Stilinski.” I laughed and fistbumped his shoulder. “This is gonna be so much fucking fun.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.“

anonymous asked:

Spoiler warning: Resending in case internet betrayed me. Phantom Thieves boys reacting to S/O who turned into a mouse. like in sh***o's Palace. but the boys remained in their human forms? Love your writing by the way.

Oh my god the mouse forms are my favorite. *A* Thank you for liking my writing and for sending this!!


Joker:

  • Oh no.
  • Joker’s definitely the most placid out of the trio, and he delicately cradles S/O in his crimson leather-cover hands.
  • After inspecting them for a moment, he was able to discern that the ailment would inevitably diminish with time.
  • Although he tried with all his might to quell the urge to tease them, the light in his eyes flickered with amusement as he smugly pounced upon the opportunity, regardless of his better judgment.
  • “S/O, you look a bit… cheesy right now.”
  • Joker didn’t require them to verbalize their irritation; he could virtually feel it radiating from S/O, which only resulted in his mischievous smirk expanding further.
  • “That’s not a very mice look you’re giving me… why don’t you squeak your mind?”
  • Any punishment that S/O could dole out on him later was completely worth it when their nose and ears twitched from anger.
  • Joker abruptly elevated S/O to his face, causing them to stagger slightly. They were only a mere inch away from his half-masked face as he taunted, “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
  • His only reply was the sensation of minuscule feet plastered on his lips in a feeble attempt to silence him.
  • A hearty chuckle emitted from Joker prior to placing a kiss atop S/O’s fur-covered head.
  • “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ll stop our little game of cat-and-mouse, for now. Once you return to normal and I can kiss you properly… I’ll find the answer to my previous question.”


Skull:

  • Skull is extremely conflicted as he frantically nests S/O’s ‘rattled’ body in his gloved hands; naturally, he wants to help S/O revert to their natural form, however… they’re just so cute.
  • He curiously poked and prodded at them, provoking S/O to resound an indignant squeak.
  • A faint rosy hue peppered Skull’s cheeks as he commented, “Oh my god, you’re so freakin’ cute. N-not like you weren’t before, but… ya get what I mean.”
  • S/O tilted their petite head to the side, and Skull scratched behind their ear with a leather fingertip as he chuckled, “Heh, don’t worry, spells like this only last a few minutes.”
  • The tiny mouse nodded, and Skull gently placed them on his broad shoulder so he could adjust his gloves.
  • He then playfully added, “Maybe Captain Kidd can use you to cannonball Shadows in the meantime. Whaddaya say?”
  • S/O answered him by nipping Skull’s exposed earlobe out of annoyance, provoking a carefree snicker to slip past his lips.
  • “Heh, didn’t think so. That would be pretty sweet though, huh?”
  • He pivoted his head slightly to witness S/O’s contemplative posture; they had uplifted a paw to their chin, and they seemed to be lost in thought.
  • Skull’s voice was panicked as he implored, “W-wait, you’re not actually thinkin’ of doin’ it, right?!”
  • It was S/O’s turn to giggle (or rather, squeak), and Skull exasperatedly sighed, “Even as a tiny lil’ mouse you’re still a huge brat… you’re lucky you’re so effin’ cute.”


Fox:

  • Fox is at a complete loss as to what action he should take next.
  • He opts for seating himself cross-legged in front of S/O’s rodent form for the purpose of maintaining a watchful eye on them, ensuring that he doesn’t accidentally step on them or that they somehow wind up lost.
  • Fox sealed his eyelids and smiled to himself as he mused, “Well, I suppose we must paws this infiltration until you regain your human form.”
  • S/O shook their head, yet their tail betrayed their irked facade and flicked with reluctant amusement.
  • Fox uplifted a clenched cyan hand to his lips, a low chuckle escaping from them. “I apawlogize my dear, but it would be a crime to waste such an opportune moment.”
  • S/O crossed their small arms and mimicked a pout. A sudden jolt of inspiration flashed through Fox’s mind, causing him to procure a sketchpad from his thief garb.
  • “S/O, please hold that pose for me. This ailment will last temporarily, so I must capture this riveting and adorable sight before it dissipates.”
  • S/O could hardly distinguish the shape of the pencil; it had become a blur, and the mere astonishment of the spectacle was enough to freeze S/O on the spot.
  • The majority of the shock was due to the fact that Fox preferred to bide his time when he sketched; however, his sheer speed at that moment was enough to potentially ignite his sketchpad with fervent flames.
  • “How are you capable of being so beautiful in any given form? I am indeed a lucky man…” Fox muttered, more to himself than S/O.
  • S/O was so flustered by his praise that they failed to realize they had relapsed to their genuine form a while ago and admittedly, Fox was quite smug about seizing the chance to etch a bashful S/O on paper.
  • They never did find out.

anonymous asked:

why are there four dogs in our house?we don't own four dogs. we don't even own one." for the prompt thing thank youuu❤️

Request 07: Dog Days

Warnings: None

Requests are open. xx. 


“I’ve got m'self into a sligh’ predicament,” Harry murmured to himself as he watched the four furry animals play on the floor in front of him. There was a Boarder Collie named Jane, a Pitbull named Zeke, a Pug named Roxanne, and a Chihuahua named Loki. Harry wasn’t surprised at all that they were all getting along. He made sure that they were compatible at the shelter. Which, by the way, didn’t go as planned.

He stepped into the shelter to look at getting you a dog for your birthday. One dog. That was it. Except, he really liked Jane. And Zeke. And Roxanne. And Loki. And he just couldn’t say no, damn it. Especially when he looked into their sad and pleading little eyes.

The volunteers at the shelter looked at him like he was insane when he insisted that he wanted all four at the same time.

“Sir, Mr. Styles, we really don’t recommend adopting more than one or two dogs at a time,” the woman at the front desk said warily.

Harry gave her a sweet smile. “‘Eh, but I like ‘em all. Don’ wan’ anyone to feel left out, yeh see,” he explained.

The woman gave him a tight smile. “O-okay, if that’s what you’d like, we can get started on the paperwork now.”

What seemed like 500 signatures, a boatload of information, and a million questions later, Harry left the shelter with a generous amount of money for the rest of the animals, and he left with his four new furry friends.

That’s why, when he heard your car pull into the garage, he panicked. He just adopted four dogs.

Without your input. And now they were rolling around on the living room floor.

“Hey, Harry, Jeff called me and sai-” you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight before you.

Your lovely husband stood off to the side of the room and before you were four dogs that definitely were not there when you left the house this morning. You slowly turned your gaze to Harry. “Why are there four dogs in our house? We don’t own four dogs. We don’t even own one,” you said as calmly as possible.

Harry tried to give you a charming smile. “We do now, love!”

“Harry…”

“Look,” he started, walking over to you slowly. “I wanted to get yeh a dog foh yehr birthday. An’ when I went into the shelter… I ended up likin’ four of ‘em. So I got ‘em.”

Your head was spinning, and there was a part of you that was slightly annoyed with the fact that your husband deciding to bring four dogs home without any warning. But all you could do was laugh. You broke out into a giggle and then a full on cackle, laughing so hard you had doubled over. “I love you,” you gasped out when you could finally breathe again.

Harry chuckled and watched you as you knelt down on the floor to greet your fur-babies. Harry got down on the floor as well and introduced you to every dog, informing you of their quirks and their backstories as to why they were at the shelter in the first place.

“So can we keep 'em?” Harry asked, cradling Loki in his arms.

The sight made you crack up again. “Yeah,” you giggled. “We can keep 'em.”

don't be a fool

a/n: this wasn’t requested, but I hope you enjoy!

— word count: 1,184
— warnings: swearing

You walk into the dimly lit restaurant, Shawn leading in front of you as he holds your hand. He stops at a booth in the back, moving you in front to slide in before sliding in across from you. Your back is to the rest of the restaurant and you look at Shawn, resting your chin in your palm.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He says softly.

“Do I not look beautiful every night?” You raise an eyebrow.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I was joking. It’s okay, Shawn.” You gently tap your fingertips against the table.

Shawn seems extremely nervous tonight and you’re trying to figure out what’s up with him without asking directly, but you just can’t. You drop your other hand onto the table and tilt your head slightly.

“Okay, what is up with you tonight?” You ask.

Your words make Shawn actually look at you for the first time tonight and his leg starts bouncing at a faster pace.

“What?” He asks, sounding like you had just accused him of murder.

“You’re acting really strange and I just want to know what’s wrong with you.” You furrow your brows, only becoming more confused.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, avoiding eye contact.

“Well, obviously something is wrong. Otherwise you would actually make eye contact with your girlfriend on one of the few nights you get alone with her.”

“Can you just fucking drop it? Obviously you’re the one with the problem.” He says a little too loud, making a few heads turn in your direction.

“What the hell, Shawn? Where did that come from?” You whisper, leaning closer so you don’t have to talk as loud.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters.

The majority of the meal was quiet until Shawn spoke out of nowhere.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He says, finally looking at you.

“What?” You ask furrowing your brows.

“Us, (y/n). I can’t do it anymore.”

“Where the fuck is this coming from, Shawn?” You ask, your heart breaking, hoping that this was just a cruel joke.

“I’m always on the move. We barely get anytime together anymore. Just, don’t be a fool and wait for me. It’s only going to hurt you even more.” He says twiddling with the napkin in his lap.

“Shawn…you don’t mean that.” You say, tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

“I do.” He says, tears of his own welling up in his eyes.

You stare at him, almost in shock. You thought everything was fine until tonight. Apparently it was one sided.

“Shawn…” You said breathily. It was all you could get out at the moment.

“Look, I really like you. I really do. I just can’t keep hurting you every time I leave.” He says reaching for your hand.

You draw it back, looking at him like he had burned you.

“Yeah, well it looks like I was already a fool to fall for you.” You bite, sliding out of the booth.

You quickly walk out of the restaurant, Shawn following close behind you.

“(Y/n)…wait.” He says as he grabs your arm.

You turn to face him anger boils up inside of you.

“Why did you come out here, Shawn? You already said that you don’t want to be with me anymore. You made that clear.” You say, jerking your arm away from him.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh.” He says, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh, so there was a nice way to tell me that all of a sudden you just don’t want to be with me anymore?” You furrow your eyebrows.

He opens his mouth to speak, but doesn’t say anything. You scoff and roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“Fuck off, Shawn.” You say walking away.

“(Y/n)…(y/n). Dammit.” He jogs after you.

“Why won’t you just give up!? It’s not like you’re fighting for our relationship anymore!” You shout.

He stares at you, “That doesn’t mean I want this to end badly. I didn’t mean to just say it like that.”

“So, you planned it out? You were gonna take me out to one last dinner and then break it off? Like I was a lamb being led to the slaughter.” You raise an eyebrow.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, (y/n). We can still talk. Be friends.”

“I don’t want to be your fucking friend, Shawn.”

You can see the hurt in his eyes and you immediately regret your choice of words.

“So this is how it’s gonna be?” He asks, looking down.

“I guess so.” You cross your arms.

“Can I just say something real quick?” He looks up at you, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sure. Why not?” You say quietly.

“I really like you. I really really do. I just don’t want to see you hurt every time I leave. The separation sucks. I miss you all the time and it really puts a strain on our relationship. I won’t lie, there have been times when I have doubted us and then you do something that reels me back in and I fall in love with you all over again.” He says, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

“I guess I lost my magic touch.” You say, new tears falling down your cheeks.

He chuckles sadly, wiping your tears, “Or I lost mine.”

You lean into his touch, never wanting him to walk away. He kisses the top of your head, holding you to his chest for a moment before stepping back.

“Goodbye.”

“So, that’s it, then?” You ask.

It’s almost like you want a fight, just so you have a reason to be around him for longer.

He shrugs, “I guess so. Just don’t be a fool, okay?”

“Don’t be a fool?” You ask bitterly, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.”

“Obviously you meant something by it.”

“Are you trying to start a fight or something?”

“Yeah, actually I am. I just want to make sure we get everything out in the open.” You say angrily.

“There’s nothing else to say, (y/n).” Shawn raises his voice.

“Okay. Fine. I just want to say-“

“I don’t have the energy for this.” He cuts you off

“Stop. You got to to say something, now I get to.” You start, “I just want to say that you were the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I fell in love with you all over again every time I saw you and I really thought that we had something good. I see now, very clearly, that it was one sided. I wish you luck with your career and I hope it goes well for you. Goodbye, Shawn.” With that, you walk away, leaving Shawn alone in the parking lot.

You turned around to see Shawn walking back inside. He went back to the table and began scribbling words down into a napkin. You knew there was a song coming. You just hoped it didn’t make you look too bad, but you knew it was going to be a huge success. After all, it was Shawn who was writing it.
I Don't Mess With Drugs- Derek Luh Imagine

Request: Can you do imagine, Derek’s “bad” drug user & one day he’s in cafe selling drugs. And y/n is waitress in that Café. Before that Derek is selling drugs to some unknown person. You’re coming take his order. And when his taking his order. He fall in love you in right way. And you like change his life. In bout one second. Because y/n can’t stand drug user. Sorry if this is so messy request.

Warnings: I don’t think you have anything to worry about ☺️


If there was one thing that I couldn’t stand more than rude customers, it was drugs. I mean weed, is barely an exception, like it’s right there on the border for me, but drugs like cocaine and heroine are a big no-no.

Just the whole concept of injecting and snorting things into your body for the feeling and destroying your insides simultaneously is just stupid.

Anyway, today is a slow day here at Starbucks. A new customer every five to ten minutes. My observation is confirmed accurate when a new customer walks in. His hair is messy, eyes are red, clothes ripped up, and smells like drugs.

Oh brother. He sits down at a table where a previous customer was already sitting and the begin to engage in a conversation. Drug boy whispers something to the guy and passes him a very suspicious brown bag.

Previous customer hands Drug Boy a couple twenty dollar bills and makes his way out of the cafe in a rushy fashion. Hey, they just did a drug deal right in the middle of the cafe.The barista next to me, Kathy, taps my shoulder and says,” Hey can you take his order for me? I got a couple coffee orders that I’m busy with.’‘

Where did all of these customers come from? Was I that intrigued with what that guy was doing?

With slight hesitation, I make my way over to Drug Boy and we make eye contact. Past those bloodshot red eyes are actually really pretty brown eyes, too bad he took drugs. “Hey, can I take your order?”

He didn’t respond. Did he not hear me? Is he too high to understand anything? He’s staring at me like I’m the first human being he’s ever seen. Okay, let’s try that again.

“You ready to order?” I ask again, trying to keep my patience. “Huh? Oh, yeah let me get a vanilla cappuccino, please?”

I write his order down and begin to walk back to my rightful spot behind the counter. He grabs my wrists and turns me around ever so gently. I quickly shake his arm off. I don’t know him. Who does he think he is grabbing onto me like that?

“Wait, can you sit down with me for a second, please?” Hell no. What is he about to do to me?

“Um, I’m sorry, I have to get back behind the counter, it’s kinda my job”. He grabs my arm again and pleads,”Please, this will only take a second”. Once again, shaking his arm off of mine, I look back at Kathy who seems to be doing a good job at handling the orders. I guess she doesn’t need me. I sit down on the chair opposite this boy, whose name I still haven’t learned yet and try to find out what he could possibly want out of my life.

“Oh, I’m Derek, by the way”. There we go, that’s his name. There’s a silence. He’s still staring at me like how a five year old boy would look at a pretty girl in his class. “Soooo, why am I sitting here?”, I break the silence.

“Oh yeah, I just really wanted to get to know you. You just give off this indescribable vibe. I’d like to explore you”, he says leaning back in his seat and studying my face for any rejecting signs.

“I’m sure you’d like to but, Derek, was it?” He nods. “Yeah, I don’t mess with drugs”. He throws his head back and laughs. His laugh was adorable. “You don’t mess with drugs?”, he says trying to confirm that, that’s what I had said.

“Precisely”, I say with a smile. I begin to get up to go back to my job, when he stops me again. “Who said I do drugs?”, he asks furrowing his eyebrows.

“It’s written all over you, babe”,I tease. His eyes light up at my meaningless nickname for him. “What if i told you that I’d stop taking drugs, for you to go on a date on me?”, he questions with a hopeful smile.

“You don’t even know me”,I say squinting my eyes at him. “That’s the whole point of a date isn’t it?” I roll my eyes. That was a good point.

I look to side and smirk to myself. I mean he had potential. He was cute. He had nice hair and pretty eyes. He just needed to stop taking drugs, and he just cleared up that problem. Okay.

“I’ll think about it”, I smile and walk back behind the counter and begin making his order.


A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading! This is the third imagine within the span of 7 days, oh my god you guys I’m gonna cry, lol. This was requested by adsku. I love you guys and I’ll talk to y’all later!

Slip Through Your Lips (Seventeen Preference)
  • (AN: based off a request I got asking how Seventeen would sound in bed. pretty nsfw; it sucks that they won't let you put chats under a cut??? so smut warning and if you don't like, don't read. -Tanisha<3)
  • S.Coups/Seungcheol: When it comes to moans/whimpers/etc, S.Coups would actually be fairly quiet. He'd more of a giver than a taker, and when he is receiving, he is more just heavy breaths and the very occasional deep groan. He saves that groan for when he's coming, probably with your name, and if you can get him to make noise otherwise it's a huge accomplishment. That and he's also a big dirty talker. I mean, he's got a gorgeous deep voice and he just loves the way you react to it and he would just dirty talk even if it was for himself.
  • Jeonghan: He just makes the absolute best sex noises. I've read some fics about the boys singing during and actually whatever noises he made would be so beautiful sounding that you might mistake them for song. Like he's just so perfect that this would bleed into every aspect of life. Even when he's getting head and there's right or wrong way to do that, he was just look so gorgeous and sound ten thousand times better. And the sound of your name being moaned off his lips would actually almost kill you because it sounds so good.
  • Joshua/Jisoo: Just imagine being on your knees in front of him and you're giving him so much pleasure it's almost painful and he's just on the verge of cumming when his mouth hangs open and his voice cracks when he lets out a heavy "Jesus Christ". I love the irony and it actually really suits him (and now I just can't get that out of my head). He has such a sweet, small voice that hearing him mutter filthy things ("you like that, babygirl?" or "God, you look so good on my cock.") would be a contrast that you would never get over. And hearing him swear over and over in that sweet voice - it would wreck you. (Cause just the thought wrecks me but that's off topic.)
  • Jun: He would also be another quiet one. He's so concentrated on you and not blowing his load early that he gets pretty quiet during sex. And he's so athletic (with all the dance and the martial arts) that it would take a lot to getting him panting or breathing heavily. But this doesn't really bother you much.
  • Hoshi/Soonyoung: This kid won't shut up during sex. We all know he's like sex wrapped up in a cheesy sweatband and sex would be all or nothing with him and it's never nothing. So he groans, moans, whimpers, panting, huffing; any imaginable or unimaginable human noise to make during sex will come out of his mouth. He gets so into the head space of sex and really lets himself get lost in you that he never ever holds himself back vocally.
  • Wonwoo: I find him so hard to peg. He could either be very quiet or surprise you and burst out the worst/best kind of dirty talk you've ever heard and have the moans of a porn star. He would probably feel like his moans need to be a show for you, so he might exaggerate them a little. That's not even a bad thing. He wants to let you know you're doing a good job and turning him on and he can do that with his dirty words and dirty, dirty sounds.
  • Woozi/Jihoon: Whimpers; he has those shaky little whimpers, especially because he desperately tries to hold himself back. He can be kind of a grump and he's got this well-established thing about pride, but when that first, tiny little whimper escapes him you know you've broken him. Then they slowly get louder and more intense and some of them even become high pitched moans, all mixed in with gusting breaths. During sex he breaths like someone who's trying not to sound out of breath; and it's actually incredibly sexy.
  • DK/Seokmin: Loves to bit his lip and kiss you to mask his noises. He indulges himself much more in your moans and prefers not to have the attention on himself. If anything he lets out that epic, finishing moan when he's orgasming and it cracks his voice and shudders in the best way.
  • Mingyu: This motherfucker is a groaner. He groans full and deep and lets it rumble through his chest so you can see it and feel it and hear it so clear and just let it fuck you up. He doesn't shy away from making noise, and it's deep and manly and always serves to turn you on.
  • The8/Minghao: A giant puppy and kind of hard for me to imagine in terms of sex; if anything, he got gasps down pat. Whatever you do in bed either takes him by surprise or just leaves him breathless and this results in a lot of pitchy gasps, mixed with your name and maybe he would even surprise you with some swears. I feel like he'd also be a lip-biter, trying to hold his sounds back because he would shy of them.
  • Seungkwan: An amazing moaner; he has the most beautiful voice and when he really gets into holding music notes, it sounds like just pure sex moans. He moans so nicely during sex that he could make a living doing audio porn. All nice and low and raspy. Sometimes higher pitched, ending in gasps. And he's not really a dirty-talker, but he's incredibly bossy during sex, and not afraid to tell his partner what he wants from them and exactly how, and this just comes out sounding like the best dirty talk of the century. I mean the sounds he makes during sex are anybody's wet dream.
  • Vernon/Hansol: his moans are perfect. He's another one with a sex voice; and when he gets in the bedroom he lets lust takeover every inch of his body and his mind gets completely hazed over. This means he reacts to everything you do, moaning and saying your name and swearing (we all know how much he loves his swears) at each little move you make. His voice is usually pretty worn out after sex, and toward his orgasm he gets the best rasp in his voice that's the biggest turn-on for you. You work to make that rasp worse each time and sometimes even put him out of commission for rapping the next day.
  • Dino/Chan: A lot of panting. Even though he dances he still not quite used to the full exertion of sex but he's still there with you the whole time and eager and excited for it. He asks a lot of questions - he needs to know if he's doing this right (even if he done it once or twice before) and if you like it and what you're thinking because your pleasure is the most important thing. He lets the occasional moan slip through, when his mind gets lost, and it's really embarrassed. Most of the time his mind is just far too busy during sex to let his body make noise.
Adventures in Babysitting

So here it is! The sequel to THIS thing which was supposed to be just a prompt answer. I had several people ask me for a sequel and it still baffles me that you guys basically *want* to read my stuff (instead of me throwing it out there, hoping). If you prefer AO3, the second part will be HERE soon.

Now on with the story (more under the cut cause it’s really long)

The phone rings just as Mulder is about to leave his apartment. He stops, looks at his watch: 8.43 a.m. He and Scully never decided on a time last night, but he’s been on the road with her plenty of times. If they don’t have anywhere to be, if there’s no plane waiting, an autopsy or other extraterrestrial tasks, Scully likes to take her time. Mulder figures arriving just after 9 a.m. at her place should neither be too late, nor too early.

The phone keeps ringing, a nagging sound that makes it impossible to leave. What if it’s important? Yet, he doesn’t pick it up. Because what if it’s Scully? Telling him she’s changed her mind and she doesn’t want him to come over. He stares at the book in his hand, “I want to be an astronaut”, a gift for Hannah. The thought of not seeing her, of Scully pushing him away, is unbearable and so he just stands there and waits. Finally, his answering machine springs to life. Mulder braces himself, just in case. If it really is Scully, and who else would call him on a Saturday morning?, then he is just going to pretend he never got the message. It’s sleazy and selfish, but he feels no shame.

“Hello Fox,” Mulder frowns upon hearing the voice on his machine and he is glad he didn’t pick up the phone for entirely different reasons than fear, “It’s Diana. There’s this highly interesting case I found and I thought maybe we could spend the weekend looking it over. Spend some time together. I guess you’re out on a run so just give me a call when you’re back.” Mulder listens to the beep, then he quickly walks over to the answering machine, pushes a button and is on his way.

“Message deleted.” Chimes just as he closes the door behind him.

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Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute

emilysidhe  asked:

Hey! No pressure to answer if you don't wanna, but you've mentioned liking comics!Ollie a few times and I mostly know him secondhand through Birds of Prey. So my main impression of him is "cocky asshole serial cheater Dinah is better off without" and I was wondering if you'd be interested in talking about what I'm missing about his character not reading his own comics? Thanks!

Sure! So here’s the thing: Ollie-as-cheater is a retcon. The timeline goes something like this [CW: rape]:

  • 1941-1969: Ollie has no real recurring love interest. (There’s Miss Arrowette, aka Bonnie King, Cissie’s mom, but she’s only portrayed as a potential love interest for Ollie in one of her four Silver Age appearances.)
  • 1969: Ollie develops his leftwing hothead personality and falls head over heels for Dinah (who originally was a good ten years older than him, which is a dynamic I love).
  • 1988: While in a committed relationship with Dinah, Ollie is raped by Shado, who bears a child as a result. He has no knowledge of this happening and doesn’t know the child is his.
  • 1993: Ollie is kissed by a teenage runaway he and Dinah have taken in, and Dinah dumps him for not pushing her away.
  • 1995-2000: Ollie dies. Chuck Dixon relentlessly portrays Ollie as a lovable but incorrigible horndog in both Connor’s Green Arrow and Dinah’s Birds of Prey, largely to contrast virginal, shy (and likely queer, deal with it Homophobic Chuck) Connor with his father and to explain some of Dinah’s issues during this period.
  • 2000: Ollie is resurrected in Quiver, which is my favorite Green Arrow story, but has a few terrible moments in it, including one in which he is depicted as willingly cheating on Dinah with Shado.
  • 2002-2016: Ollie is dragged through a decade and a half of character assassination in which more infidelity is retconned into his backstory, he’s revealed to have knowingly abandoned Connor and his mother after Connor was born, he cheats on Dinah some more, their relationship becomes increasingly toxic and physically violent, and everything is terrible. Honestly, I’m not sure how bad it eventually got, because I jumped ship completely after Lian’s death.
  • 2016: Green Arrow: Rebirth happens and my big dumb romantic hippie rascal came BACK and I love him so much I want to cry about it!

Ollie has definitely never been perfect. The only part of your description I disagree with, actually, is “serial cheater,” because he is cocky (but I like cocky) and he is an asshole (but I like assholes) and he isn’t good enough for Dinah (but no one is). And he and Dinah weren’t perfect during the 25 years or so they were together before his death. She ostensibly dumped him for kissing Marianne, but this was coming on years of being impulsive and irresponsible (one time he went out to run errands and ended up in a dog race in Alaska).

But man, the writing of the two of them after he came back to life and Kevin Smith left the book was just dreadful, and I largely blame Judd Winick for that (although I goddamn hate what Brad Meltzer did, too). Winick turned their banter into toxic fighting - at one point, Ollie calls Dinah a slut and accuses her of sleeping with an entire football team, she hits him, and then they get really turned on by this and do it. No, Judd, hitting is not “sexy” when women do it, especially when they’re one of the top ranked martial artists in the world. Around the same time, Babs is shocked to learn that Dinah is marrying Ollie, “who fathered Connor with that Shado woman” - except Connor’s mother is Moonday and Shado raped Ollie. It’s a combination of comics not accepting that men can be raped (and Grell really didn’t write it as rape, just a ~thing that happened~), and writers basing their characterizations on retcons instead of the original text and that particular aspect of Ollie’s character snowballing.

I’m willing to accept that Ollie’s a tomcat, no problem. The man has two (or three! I personally believe that Cissie is his) illegitimate children with (two (or three) different women, none of whom are The Love Of His Life. I have no problem with a characterization of Ollie as Enthusiastic About Sex. But the cheating retcon really gets my goat. (As does the retcon that he knew about Connor from birth, which I simply refuse to accept. It’s my Green Arrow Rubicon and I won’t cross it.)

As to why I like him: again, he’s not perfect. He’s a mess. (I like messes! Look at Booster Gold. Look at Daredevil.) But he’s a try-hard mess. He’s so passionate and he cares so much. He makes the spiciest chili and yells at people about recycling and spends half an hour waxing his beard into points every morning and accidentally brings a new teenager home every time he goes outside. He is cranked to eleven 100% of the time and even if he sometimes goes too far or gets it wrong, it’s never out of apathy.

Ollie is a showboater and irresponsible and he fucks up all the time - with Roy, with Connor, with Dinah. But he loves with his whole self and he wants the hero community to be better than they are and he has committed to a silly theme to a truly ridiculous degree and I just adore him.

If I have convinced you to give Ollie a shot (ha, arrow pun), here are my recs:

  • Green Lantern/Green Arrow by Denny O’Neil and Neal Adams, otherwise known as the Hard Traveling Heroes era. Be warned that this is 70s liberalism so there are some well-intentioned but reeeeeeally dated Hot Takes on race and class, and some real opposition to women’s lib. (But oh boy does Adams draw a beautiful Dinah.)
  • Hunter’s Moon by Mike Grell. The Grell era on GA actually starts with the miniseries The Longbow Hunters, which spun off into Ollie’s first ongoing series; Hunter’s Moon collects the first issues from that run. But The Longbow Hunters, though visually stunning as well as important (it moved Ollie and Dinah to Seattle, introduced Shado, and temporarily removed Dinah’s Canary Cry), has a lot of sexual violence (against Dinah) and Orientalism in it. I’m sick of books with violence against women being the Important Comics so I’d rather boost Hunter’s Moon, which shows Dinah going to therapy and working through what’s happened to her as a person with agency instead of using her trauma as a plot point to motivate Ollie. But I’m including Grell in here because Dinah’s assault aside, he depicts Ollie and Dinah’s relationship as healthy, complex, and joyously sexual, and I love it.
  • Quiver and Sounds of Violence by Kevin Smith and Phil Hester. Ollie’s resurrection and the sequel. As noted above, Smith hits a couple sour notes for me, but I mostly love his Ollie, plus he introduces Mia here and I would die for her. And Hester’s Ollie has imprinted on my heart forever as my Ollie. (Weirdly, Smith and O’Neil share the odd distinction of writing my favorite Green Arrow and my least favorite Daredevil.)
  • Green Arrow: Rebirth and the current ongoing series by Benjamin Percy and Otto Schmidt. Can be clunky, but the heart is there, as Ollie tries really really hard to unlearn his privilege, be worthy of Dinah, and repair his relationships with Diggle (!) and Roy. Also features his kid sister Emiko Queen, who was created somewhere during the time that I was ignoring Green Arrow comics but she is PERFECT and I would fight a mountain lion for her. In some beautiful parallel universe Mia and Cissie and Emi all live with Ollie and make fun of him 100% of the time and it’s beautiful.

In conclusion, THANK YOU if you made it through all that nonsense, and please enjoy this ridiculous macro from LJ user parsimonia that I saved a million years ago and which makes me laugh every time I look at it:

hello! i’ve briefly come up for air so that i could fill one prompt and write this! i’m sorry i’ve kinda fallen off the deep end but college is hard, yo. anyway, i hope you enjoy! don’t take this too seriously haha. have this fic in which mj accidentally gives peter a coupon book for sexual favors.

tagging: my wife @spideychelle-romanogers, a gem with a seasonal blog name @spookychelleblessup, the always hilarious @suplosers, someone i need to say hello to again @bellamywarriorblake, and i can’t remember if she wanted me to tag her in things but i’ll do it anyway because i love her @aqhrodites. if you asked me to tag you and i’ve forgotten, please let me know! i’ll actually make a list instead of me just being like oh wait i needed to do this!

this coupon is good for… (ao3 link)

A List of Things Michelle Only Found Out About Peter After They Became Friends:

  1. He doesn’t know how to use chopsticks properly. (Michelle’s had to show him several times and he’s still helpless.)
  2. Peter isn’t the most well-read. He spends most of his time reading comics, graphic novels, books for class, books about physics, and books that in some way help him build tech for the spidey suit. (Michelle has thrown several books at his head. She’s seen a bookmark in one, so she’ll take what she can get.)
  3. Perhaps most egregious, Peter Parker is, without a doubt, single-handedly, the best gift giver. And it’s infuriating.

See, the thing about being friends with someone who’s great at giving gifts is that you just suck at it. Michelle can spend hours thinking up something to get Peter for his birthday or Christmas or graduation and it will be like getting a rock compared to anything Peter gives her. A signed copy of her favorite book, an exclusive interview with Steve Rogers, a year-long subscription to a sock of the month club.

Michelle manages to get Peter this vintage comic book she happened upon once at an antique store and that was the greatest gift she got him. It wasn’t even a comic he’d read. But he still smiled and gasped and thanked her. Even though it was a really lame present. Michelle is determined to do better.

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To Keep You Safe// Part - 1/2

Pairing: Peter x reader

Summary: being a superhero may be fun, stuff of every nerd’s dreams but it had its cons. Peter knew everything couldn’t always be good for him, he knew he had to sacrifice his happiness for the sake of your safety.

Request: @loser-with-a-lap-top​: Could you do prompt #14 with Peter Parker where Peter breaks up with the reader in attempts to keep her safe, but she still doesn’t know he’s spiderman yet so she’s really confused on why he’s breaking up with her, and then she finds out and is even more upset that he was lying. Feel free to change what ever you want. THANK YOU😊

A/N: hey, baby boos. so get ready for an angsty fic this is gonna be rollercoaster of teen emotions. sorry but not sorry. It will have a fluffly end but this part is pure angst. stay tuned for second part because it will have some action. and steam, so wait for it. i had to write it on tumblr so I couldn’t edit it, but it so please look over any mistakes. hope you like it!

Warning(s): swearing, crying, break up. and teengers talking about ya know what. (yes that’s a warning. love me some shameless peter)

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

Peter sat on the edge of the building, thinking. he liked to do that after doing his daily secret superhero work.he liked to just breathe while he looked over the city while he thought about literally everything. but lately that everything had become gloomy, it wasn’t sweet, crazy teenager things mixed with being a hero it was… the ugly face of life kept well hidden under that.

everything was so good, but it wasn’t supposed to be like that right? he was Spiderman, he had an amazing girlfriend, i.e, you, school had gone good and Ned, his best friend who knew about his secret identity had actually helped him rather than running away. things were great; and he knew they shouldn’t be.

he lied down and rested his head in his arms. he exhaled deeply and closed his eyes, remembering that exact memory.

‘you see kid, when you become like us.’ tony pointed at himself. ‘you sign up for a really heavy weight being slammed up on your shoulders. I know you’re strong peter, but you gotta be really careful from now on. you have the weight of the whole world on your shoulders now and especially your loved ones.’ he looked at peter who was listening carefully but couldn’t quite understand what he had meant by the last line. ‘the bad guys, always find your weaknesses.’

the sudden ringing of his phone snapped him back to where he was. he sat right up and saw it was another missed call from you. after further scrolling and searching he saw how many messages you had sent him.

“no one’s home, make it quick and we can cuddle and make out.”

“taking too long, parker. be quick.”

“hmmm, let me see if Ned’s free.” was the latest message. he quickly called you.

‘i’ll be right there, don’t call that horn dog!’ he said urgently. your familiar chuckle answered, he knew you must be shaking your head at him too.

‘i’m way too loyal and in love with you to do that, mon amour.’ you said. he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. he replied with a shy ‘yeah.’ and you grinned.

‘now, get your cute butt over here so that we can cuddle till we have time. see you, babe. love you.’

‘love you too.’ he smiled looking down.


No bed made covered in silk sheets, pillows filled with the softest feathers, could provide peter the comforts you did when you let him use yourself as a pillow while you massaged his head or ran your fingers through his hair. he nuzzled in your chest and you jerked up. he looked at you questioningly.

‘your hair tickled me nothing else.’ you patted his head. he returned to his position grinning.

‘they’re just, very nice.’ he looked at you grinning slyly before kissing you. ‘do I ever get a chance to..’ he trailed off and gave you that look of his no one lese got to saw. that smug, lusty look you hated but also loved.

‘fuck off, parker.’ you pushed him away laughing. he was quick to get close to you again.

‘I just mean no one’s home, you’re clearly not on your period, it’s a nice evening. everything points in that direction!’ he threw his arms in the air for emphasis. you covered your face to hide your burning face and lied down laughing.

‘oh my god, I hate you!’ you laughed. he got on top of you and pulled your hands away from your face.

‘no, you don’t.’ you both stayed in that position before he smiled deviously at you.

‘peter, no.’ you warned.

‘PETER YES!’ he shouted and started tickling you mercilessly. he couldn’t help but laugh himself as you tried to containing your laughter or push him away.

‘I love you, I don’t wanna hurt you! get off!’ you pushed at his chest as you panted. he stopped, huffed and rolled of you. ‘you’re an asshole.’ you panted.

‘i’m amazing, look I told you i’ll leave you tired and panting if you give me the chance.’ he said and you hit him with a pillow. he chuckled and lied beside you, pulling you in his chest. ‘i’m sorry, you bring out all my crazy.’ he kissed the top of your head. you mumbled something before you closed your eyes. he smiled at you and brushed away the stray hairs from your forehead. he loved you so much, he wished he’d never have to loose you and this moment could freeze here so that you two could stay like this forever.

‘the bad guys, always find your weaknesses.’

the words came back to him. Mr. Stark was right, it was his responsibility to protect you. he couldn’t put you in danger, aunt may had seen him in the costume and he couldn’t risk another person knowing about his identity or becoming a target because of him. He had made enemies on this journey and he had to take all the measures possible. he couldn’t lose more people, it hurts too much. Plus it doesn’t help when you are the reason your loved ones get hurt.

he sighed and looked at your peaceful sleeping face again, he didn’t want to do it. for once, he didnt want to be the self- sacrificing hero. he kissed your forehead one last time, got up and left.


the days passed away slowly and painfully, Peter wouldn’t talk properly to you. it was like something was bothering him, like a sad cloud was following him everywhere. then you finally asked him what was wrong, you really wish you hadn’t. or he hadn’t said what he did.

he looked at you trying to look strong and tough. only heaven knew what was going inside the poor boy’s head.

‘just tell me. please.’ you held his hand to provide him some strength but it only made it worse. he didn’t want to do it, he just wanted to hug you and never let you go but it things rarely happen the way you want them to. you cant have everything in the world.

‘I, I just think that we don't work well together. it’s not you it’s all me. i’m an idiot. i wish it didn’t have to happen and I am very, very sorry.’ he stopped abruptly so that his voice wouldn’t crack. you were taken a back, you throat went dry and you just wanted to cry.

you clenched your jaw in response and looked down. you never thought you would cry about a break but damn, it hurt. you nodded and rubbed your eyes.

‘I-’ he tried to step closer to you but you kept a hand in front.

‘goodbye, peter.’ you said with a voice devoid of any emotions and walked away.

you were hating this all so much, it hurt so much losing the person you thought cared about you. he had become some sort of a comfort blanket for you, you were left so vulnerable after that comfort blanket was ripped off from you.


you were walking away from the craft store to your home. you liked to take walks and occupy your brain with art so that you could feel better, it was like your own little therapy. suddenly, you heard some footsteps behind you. you started walking faster and they followed you, you were starting to think the worst but they were suddenly gone.

you turned around and saw that a man with a knife was webbed to the wall of the building. a relief washed over you, you took a deep breath and eased the grip of the bag in your hands.

‘you’re okay right?’ the red suit wearing superhero asked you.

‘yeah, i’m good.’ you ran a hand through your hair. he jumped down the building and hugged you tightly. ‘thank god.’ he breathed. you found it rather awkward and lightly patted his back. ‘it’s-’ you suddenly stopped. it was all too familiar, the voice, the tight hug….. ‘peter?’ you breathed.

‘ye- what? who peter?’ he sked and backed away. ‘i’m sorry girly, you mistake me for-’

‘peter parker, shut up.’ you shouted and he stopped. he punched the man hard to knock him out on his way to you.

‘(y/n), listen, I-’

‘the hell are you doing, peter?’ tears welled up in your eyes. ‘you leave me, then you follow me, then you turn out to be fucking spiderman, i mean what are you doing?’ your voice cracked. ‘do you know, how much it hurts when someone leaves you like that? it feels like you are the worst person in the world, and you know me, you know how I struggle with some things yet you left me. like everyone else.’ tears started flowing and you tried your best to wipe them all away. peter had never seen you cry, it broke his heart that he was the reason behind your tears. ‘you could’ve ripped my heart out, it wouldn’t hurt this much.’ you rubbed your eyes.

‘I am so sorry, (y/n).’ he kept a hand on your cheek. ‘I am just trying to keep you safe.’ he joined his forehead with yours. ‘I wish I didn’t have to do this.’ after saying this, he put on his mask shoot a web and was gone with a gust of wind.

he collapsed on his knees once he got in his room, it hurt so much. the knife wound on his back wasn’t as painful as much as his chest was aching with a broken heart. he took off his mask and stared it for a few minutes before throwing it  against the wall. he changed quickly and curled up in his bed. but hell it wasn’t as effective as you.  he hurt you and he hated it, he will eventually hurt everyone like this and he hated. it. he couldn’t save everyone.

‘peter? sweetie you, okay?’ aunt may creeked open the door. she knew he hadn’t been doing well lately.

‘no.’ he said, his voice empty. ‘I am not okay, may.’ she walked to him and sat on his bed, rubbing his arm to comfort him.

‘(y/n)?’ she asked.

‘I hurt her really bad.’ he covered his face in the blanket. superheroes don’t cry.

‘it’ll all be okay, don’t worry.’ she ran her hand through his hair and sighed.

Originally posted by clutterbucky

Part 2 coming soon

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