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Author’s Note:This is
the final planned part. I’m not going to
say there will never be another part,
because I have fallen in love with a couple of the OCs in here, but I
definitely have no other parts planned.
With that being said… I hope you guys enjoy this last part. Its been an emotional journey, this one. 😊 ❤
When you wake up the next morning, you’re almost
immediately overwhelmed with happiness.
You get to leave the hospital today, and finally start getting your life
back on track. You’re tired of lying in
a hospital bed and while you know it’s going to be a painful recovery, both
emotionally and physically, you just want to get back to the way things used to
be. A nurse comes to check your vitals
and get you to sign a form confirming your discharge, and then Leonard helps
you get dressed into a new pair of cadet uniform pants and a new Starfleet
issue t-shirt, forgoing the cadet jacket for now, because your arm and ribs are
still very tender and he doesn’t want to irritate your injuries.
I know requests are closed but it's my last night in london after 5 months here and i'm v sad. any harry blurb or something would so nice rn. tysm
Here you go, bub. Hope you feel better soon. x
You were sitting at the airport gate, looking out of the large glass windows as you waited for your plane to start boarding.
You were wrapped up in one of Harry’s hoodies, the light blue one that fit way too big on you but made you feel the safest. You were sipping on a cup of coffee that you’d bought at the airport, listening to Snow Patrol in one ear.
You had spend the past few months living with Harry in his home in London. You had the time off of school, and you had saved up enough money in the previous summers that you could afford taking this summer off to spend time with your man.
But you didn’t expect to fall in love with the city.
There were memories everywhere, from the first day where Harry walked you into his flat for the first time to last night when you shared one last evening stroll together before returning home to pack. You had made up your mind somewhere along the way that this was where you wanted to settle down and live forever, but you had unfinished business at home in the form of an education, and you weren’t about to throw that all away.
“What’re yeh thinking about, love?”
Harry’s voice was soft and gentle against your ear that wasn’t covered with your earbud. You smiled despite your morose feelings, tugging the music out of your ear and turning to look at your boyfriend’s face. He had shuffled closer to you while you were lost in thought, and you leaned over against his arm whilst sighing.
“I’m really gonna miss this place,” you admitted, more to yourself than to him. You never imagined yourself falling head over heels in love for London, but it had stolen away with your heart much like the boy who’d brought you there.
“Feels like home now, doesn’t it?” He agreed, stretching his arm to wrap it around your shoulders and tug you closer. You nodded your head, your lips turning downwards with sadness as you rested your head atop of his shoulder. You were grateful that Harry was going back home with you for a little while before he got started with all of his upcoming promo - you couldn’t imagine having to say goodbye to London and Harry all in one go.
“It’s silly, isn’t it? To feel so upset about leaving a city?”
“course it isn’t,” he replied, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Nothin’ silly about it. But you know what?”
“m’gonna bring you back some day soon,” he reassured, lightly resting his cheek against your head. “An’ maybe we’ll stay even longer that time, and we can buy our own house here, a house for the two of us. An’ maybe here’s where I’ll put a baby in yeh.”
You giggled softly, closing your eyes as you nuzzled further against his shoulder.
“And we can take our baby out for walks every day?”
“Every day,” he agreed, his voice gentle. “An’ we’ll take’er out to have tea parties in that little café you love.”
“What if it’s a boy?” You giggled.
“Then we’ll still take’im out to tea parties,” he stated. You could feel him grinning.
You smiled and shuffled closer against your boyfriend, properly winding your arms around his torso and sitting up a little so you could press a loving kiss against his cheek.
Even though you were sad to leave, you were excited for any future that had Harry in it.
Fuck yes, 16 year old Sam trying to seduce Dean. Wearing Dean's clothes, bending too-far over, using certain words strategically. Dean getting fucking HARD but ignoring it; walking away. Taking an extra long bathroom break. Cause gOD, he should not be having these thoughts about his brother. It's not normal to think about shoving your little brother against the nearest flat surface and kissing the living shit out of him every time he puts a little extra stress on the word "come". But, oh, Sammy!
I stared at the gleam in his eyes as he says the words, carefully putting stars in my galaxy. He’s got dreamy eyes that leads me into the abyss and heaven at the same time. “You are my favorite everything,” I cupped his face, trying to put make him understand how I feel.
I kissed him before he could say another word. Oh God, it felt like tiny little stars had just aligned. I gasped for air and kissed him again.
When the darkness comes, I’ll hold you even tighter.
Now, you mothers, particularly! The only way you can resist all this war hysteria and beating of tom-toms is by asserting the love you bear for your boy. When you listen to some well worded, some well-delivered WAR speech, just remember it’s nothing but sound. No amount of sound can make up to you for the loss of your boy. After you’ve heard one of those speeches and your blood’s all hot and you want to bite somebody like Hitler - go upstairs to where your boy’s asleep.… Look at him. Put your hand on that spot on the back of his neck. The place you used to love to kiss when he was a baby. Just rub it a little. You won’t wake him up, he knows it’s you. Just look at his strong, fine young body because only the best boys are chosen for war. Look at this splendid young creature who’s part of yourself, then close your eyes for a moment and I’ll tell you what can happen…
Somewhere-five thousand miles from home. Night, Darkness, Cold. A drizzling rain. The noise is terrific. All Hell has broken loose. A star shell bursts in the air. Its unearthly flare lights up the muddy field. There’s a lot of tangled rusty barbed wires out there and a boy hanging over them-his stomach ripped out, and he’s feebly calling for help and water. His lips are white and drawn. He’s in agony.
There’s your boy. The same boy who’s lying in bed tonight. The same boy who trusts you.… Are you going to run out on him? Are you going to let someone beat a drum or blow a bugle and make him chase after it? Thank God, this is a Democracy, and by your voice and your vote you can save your boy.
Hi i was wondering if i could request 13 reasons why imagine where the reader and Jeff have been dating for a couple months or an year…maybe have smut like they made love and then where Jeff passes away and maybe have the reader visit the grave with clay and tony to tell Jeff..that he was a dad.
WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, small swearing
“Atkins!” I scream when I see my boyfriend in the hallway. I jump in his arms wrap my legs around his torso and kiss him as if I didn’t see him in months when in reality is was literally two periods ago. I’m cheesy like that. We’ve been dating for over a year now, but everyday feels like we started dating yesterday. He never seizes to amaze me. He surprises me with flowers and I still get anxious and excited like a little girl when we go out on dates. He still does things like climb through my window even though my parents basically forced a key on him. He even does things like come over at 2am when I joke about being scared. He’s just the best boyfriend in the world.
“Hey baby” he laughs as he kisses me back. “You ready to go”
“Yes, it’s Friday and I’ve never been happier” I slide my hand in his as we walk out the school building earning a ‘bye’ or ‘what up’ from people.
As we walked to my house, Jeff kept telling me corny jokes and pick-up lines he found online last night trying to make me laugh.
“Babe, knock knock?”
“Not another one J.”
“Baaabe knock knock, come on last one I promise.”
“You said that three jokes ago” I whine.
“Oh. Knock knock?”
“Who’s there?” I sigh.
“A broken pencil” he smiles.
“A broken pencil who” I sigh, already knowing the joke.
“Never mind it’s poin-”
“Pointless” I say as I laugh dramatically. He looks at me seriously for interrupting his corny joke.
“Sorry baby, love you!” I try to kiss him the rest of the way home as he pretends to be mad at me.
As we walk in, he stills pretend to be mad when he stomps into my room and close the door. He closes me out my room. My room.
“Babe really” I laugh.
“Do a knock knock joke then you can come in.”
“Well then I’m going to go take a nap”
“No!” I roll my eyes as if he can see it. “Fine babe…knock knock”
“Who’s there” he cooed.
“Al.” I smirk.
“Al strip for you if you open this door” I smirk biting my lip. As soon as I said that, the door swung open and I’m met with Jeff’s lips as he pulls me inside. He shuts the door and pushes me up against it.
“No need to do that” he whispers in my ear. He starts kissing and sucking on my neck and pulls up the dress I’m wearing. He slides his hands under my underwear to my butt and pulls me to him.
“J-Jeff” I moan. He looks at me and bit his lip as he throws the dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He scans my body as I turn my head, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He moves my head to face him and I see such admiration in his eyes.
“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” When he said that I wanted nothing more than to feel him on me. I throw my arms around his neck and hungrily kiss him. He grabs my legs and I jump on him as he moves us to the bed. He hovers over me as he deepens the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck to pull me closer to him. He rubs my thigh up and down as he slowly peppers kisses all over my neck and chest. He’s painfully teasing and I can’t take it.
“Jeff” I whisper.
“I need you” he looks at me and simply smiles.
He continues to kiss my neck as he unclasp my bra. He starts sucking my breast and massaging the other as I run my hands through his hair. He does the same to the other and I’m a moaning mess.
“Jeff please” I moan.
“We’re almost there baby” he whispers.
He kisses down my stomach and thigh slowly, never breaking his stare from me. I whine again as he comes back and goes back to sweetly kissing me. I groan from the friction of my almost bare core against his jeans and wiggle for him to get the idea. He does and pulls off his jeans and I hastily pull off his shirt.
“Someone is ready” he giggles. I roll my eyes and roughly palm his member through his boxers making him grunt.
“Someone is hard” I mimic smirking. He tries to keep his groans in until I full on grab him and he does a full moan. Now he’s the frantic one as he rips my underwear off of me. Literally.
“Jeff!” I scream.
“Sorry baby, I’ll get you another one” he smirks. He slides his hands all over my body, making me shiver.
“You like that?” he asks. I nod as he slips a finger in me and goes back to kissing. I whimper from his touch and go for his underwear. I push them down and his member springs out. He kicks them off and slides two fingers in this time. I moan into his mouth as he goes at a fast pace. I let out more moans as I start to get close.
“Jeff baby, I’m abou-” when I said that, Jeff pulled his fingers away and I frown.
“I want to feel you cum, not with my fingers” he smirks.
He grabs a condom out his wallet from his pocket and slide it on. He gives me a look for confirmation and I nod, just wanting to feel him already. He pushes his length into me. At first it hurt, but it always does when we have sex because of his huge size. The longer he’s in me, the more I get used to it. He pushes in slowly and draws out a little. I start to moan as I connect my lips with his. As he picks up his pace, I dig my nails into his back. He hooks my legs over his shoulder and I scream a little.
“Je-OH My fuck!” he’s directly hitting my g-spot and I can’t even think. I moan louder as I grab the pillow under my head, arching my back.
“Fuck princess! you feel good” he moans.
“H-harder J-Jeff!” He goes harder and I start almost full on screaming. As we both are climaxing, Jeff pulls out and puts me on all fours. He pushes back in and grabs my breast from behind. I lean back as he kisses my neck while pounding into me. He moans into my ear as I hold the back of his neck. I can’t control my moans and screams and neither can he. They come out louder as he hits the right spot over and over again. As we get closer, I fall onto my hands and Jeff holds my waist. He roughly rubs me with his fingers as I scream to let go of my release.
“J-JEFF!” I scream.
He cums shortly after I do and collapse next to me. We lay there in a comfortable silence while I rest my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. Both still out of breath, he looks over to me.
“Who’s there” I laugh.
“I love who?” I say, letting him finish it this time for his sake.
“I love you” He smiles as he kisses me.
“My corny boyfriend” I laugh.
“You guys have been inseparable all night my gosh” Jessica drunkenly laughs. Me and Jeff look at each other and chuckle, knowing exactly why. We have been at Jessica’s party for a while now and have been sitting on the couch with Jessica, Bryce, and Zach.
“Leave them alone babe, that’s how we are” Justin laughs.
“Oh, you get me flowers?” when Justin doesn’t answer, all of us start cracking up.
“Well I’m going to get a beer, you guys want one?” Zach asks as he gets up.
“Nah no thanks man, my girl will kill me cause I’m the driver tonight” I smile when he said that, happy that he cares about his well being. We continue talking to our group of friends and have a pretty good time.
“Where is Clay and Hannah” I whisper in his ear.
“Somewhere around here, probably upstairs, I did my meddling for the night and got them together.”
“Aw how noble of you” I giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Thank you ma’am”.
“See! look at them, they are perfect” Jessica playfully whines.
“Shut up!” Justin say as he grabs her face and start full on making out. Everyone starts ewing and shooing them off the couch.
“Get a room!”
“Jess, your room is upstairs!”
“Get it Foley!”
Justin flips us all off, never breaking their kiss and we all laugh. Monty taps Jeff on the shoulder and screams over the loud music.
“Yo bro you still doing the beer run!?”
Jeff got up and nodded his head, “Yeah shit I almost forgot”
I got up with him, frowning and grab his arm before he could go anywhere, “Babe do you have to go? I’m pretty sure there is enough beer, just not enough for every single person to get ass faced drunk.”
He kissed my forehead and smiled, “I’ll be right back babe I promise”. I pick up my bag and turn towards him, “Okay then I’m coming with you”.
“Baby, you have to watch out for Clay and Hannah remember, I’ll be back in 15 minutes then we can leave right after.”
I sigh still not liking this. I know he didn’t drink anything, but I’m still nervous for him to be out this late. What if someone else out there is drunk driving? I tell myself its fine and nod my head.
“Okay fine, just be careful J.”
“I will baby, I love you.”
“I love you too.” he gives me a peck on the lips and I hold onto his hand and let it slide out once he got to far to reach it. I watch him walk out the door and sit back down onto the couch, waiting for his return.
*4 Weeks Later*
Life is unfair. Life is so unfair. Why him? Why Jeff? Why my boyfriend. Such an amazing boyfriend. Is the best. Was the best. I stare down at his tombstone and couldn’t stop my tears from falling. So many tears. I found myself screaming at night. If I wasn’t screaming I was just silent. Completely silent. I mean was there for me to say? He’s gone. Jeff Atkins is gone. Never to hold me again, never to make me feel better, never to get me the flowers, never to throw rocks outside my window. I bend down and touch his stone.
“I-I m-miss you so much” my voice cracks. “Why d-did you h-have to leave m-me?” I start crying harder. This is my first time being at his grave, due to the fear of seeing him. The fear of seeing reality of this situation.
“Y-you would b-be so happy right now” I hiccup as I touch my stomach. I felt the little bump and smile through my tears.
“Y-you would have told him knock knock jokes” I laugh to myself, “or her”.
“Y-you would have t-taught baseball terms” I smile.
“You would h-have been the perfect dad” I cried looking down at him, “the best”.
I put the roses he always got me onto his grave and wiped my tears, even though they kept coming down. I kissed my finger and touched them against his stone that read
World’s greatest son
world’s best companion
Even a better dad
Gone but never forgotten.
“I love you Jeff”I got up and continued crying as both Tony and Clay stood there respectfully and silent, waiting for me to finish. I smile lazily at them and hooked my arm into both of theirs as we walked out of the graveyard. I look back one more time and thought to myself ‘the love of my life might be gone, but he will forever live on in my heart’
A/N - Omgg!! I cried making this ending. It was so sad to me. I hope you guys liked it and love you guys for all your support. Your imagines are not forgotten.
A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! It’s the longest I’ve written on this blog and I’d really appreciate the feedback here
I’m most likely doing a Part 2 depending on how you all like it. Enjoy :)
Harry loved family reunions.
Amongst the bickering cousins and lurid pitter-patter of children, he often found himself feeling at peace as his folks filled him in on all the stories he’s missed out on. He’d laugh about his jittery uncle who nearly burnt his eyebrows off from an old barbecue, nodding approvingly as his aunt gushes about her eight year old who’s just won the flashy new title of spelling bee champion. He likes the way they treat him too. With adoration in their eyes, resurrecting from the years they’ve watched him as a young boy (instead of the usual gaze of stardom he’s used to). He almost, if not, especially enjoys the way they admire his success, not as an ego-booster, but as a way of praising Anne for his upbringing, despite the major gossip that briefly tainted his mother’s name around her first divorce.
But even in a house packed with his most favourite people, he would always feel relatively exhausted from the length of the reunion, a full four days he’d reckoned. It was unfair really, he loved his crazy family, but he always felt like he had to put on his best face, never getting his usual dose of solitude to rejuvenate.
So when Harry first invited you to join him, he hadn’t quite expected you to be so patient with his family.
“Yes, he is very handsome,” you’d chuckle, “but we’re only friends.”
“You’re sweet, love, but I think this little girl wins the beauty contest, hmm?”
“Right, he is very good with kids.”
“M’only in uni, ma’am, so I’ve got a few good years before settling down.”
Anonymous said: hii, could you possibly do a imagine where the reader is like really freaking shy, especially when jeff gives her hickies 😂 but then he like comfort her about it say that the reader doesn’t have to be shy? basically just a really sweet and loving jeff. thank you! 💓
your p.o.v ━
you were currently walking down the hall with one of your close friends, hannah baker. you were both quietly chatting about the long school day you had, both thanking god that it was friday.
as the both of you neared your locker, you saw your tall boyfriend jeff, leaning against it with a tired expression on his face.
“hi love,” he said, approaching you with open arms and a tired smile. you walked right into his strong arms, instantly wrapping your arms around the middle of his torso.
you were too short to reach his neck, even on your tiptoes. once you felt his arms wrap around you, he pulled you as close as possible against him mumbling a tired, “i love you.”
you grinned, pulling back a bit and tilting your head to gaze up at him. “i love you,” you whispered, biting your lower lip as both of your eyes stayed locked on each other.
“um, i should probably get going,” hannah laughed, making your eyes snap towards the brown haired girl, but you stayed in your position with jeff nonetheless.
“we still gonna go eat lunch tomorrow?” you asked, a small smile spreading across your plump lips. she nodded, “for sure, just text me when you wanna go.”
your eyes lit up, “absolutely,” you said, feeling jeff’s hands slowly make their way up and down the small of your back, rubbing you softly. you leaned your head down against his chest, still staring at hannah as she turned to leave.
“have fun you two!” she yelled, making her way out of the school. it was truly a blessing that there wasn’t a lot of kids left in the halls, most of them leaving as soon as the bell rung.
“you need anything in your locker?” you heard jeff mumble, then you felt him lightly kiss the top of your head.
you nodded, “yeah, come on,” you said, feeling your chest tighten as you pulled out of his strong embrace. he grabbed your small hand in his rather large one, walking towards your locker with you right on his heel.
“you still have practice?” you questioned, knowing you would have to walk home alone.
jeff sighed, “yeah, we didn’t have practice on wednesday so coach is making us practice today.”
you pouted, “that sucks, i wanted you to come over,” you said, stopping right in front of your locker, then quickly focusing on opening it. you sucked at opening your locker, usually jeff or hannah doing it for you since you always messed up the combination.
you felt jeff’s eyes on you, watching you struggle, but you were determined to open it this time on your own.
it took you a good three tries, before finally hearing the lock click as you swung your locker door open. “finally!” you huffed, rolling your eyes. you heard jeff’s deep chuckle, making your eyes snap up towards the jock. “what?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing in question.
he shook his head, “nothing, nothing. you’re just so adorable,” he said softly, giving you a toothy smile. you blushed, turning your head back towards your locker and getting the book you would need to do your homework over the weekend.
“you’re handsome,” you spoke softly, almost mumbling. you were always shy around jeff, but he didn’t mind. in fact, that was one of his favorite things about you, besides your laugh. your little laugh drove him insane, always making him laugh with you even if nothing was funny.
you tensed up slightly, feeling your boyfriend move behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. jeff leaned down, placing a small, but gentle kiss against your sweet spot. you ran your tongue over your lips, tilting your head to the side, your eyes fluttering close.
“i’m going to be so late to practice,” he breathed against your neck, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he started harshly sucking on your sweet spot.
your eyes snapped open, before you relaxed your entire body, causing your full body weight to lean against jeff.
a soft, little moan escaped your wet lips, jeff’s arms traveling to your stomach, lifting up your shirt and gently letting his fingers stroke over your stomach.
this instantly caused you to release a small giggle, your body squirming against him. he laughed too, giving your neck a final kiss before pulling away, as if nothing ever happened.
you looked around nervously, not seeing anyone besides you and jeff, which you were thankful for.
you turned to look back at your boyfriend, noticing his eyes already on you with a small, cheeky smirk on his lips.
you avoided eye contact with him, feeling your face heat up. “you shouldn’t have done that,” you huffed, trying your hardest to look annoyed.
jeff laughed loudly, his laugh echoing throughout the hallway. “you’re so stubborn love,” jeff teased, while looking down at you with twinkling blue eyes.
you glared at him, “how am i stubborn?”
“well,” he started, “the fact that you’re so stubborn about me giving you a hickey because of your supposed ‘shyness’ for people seeing it makes you stubborn,” he stated, his tone sounding smart.
you felt yourself tense, a small frown appearing on your face. you couldn’t hold it in, you started rambling uncontrollably. “look, jeff, it’s not that i don’t want you to give me hickeys, it’s just that i don’t want people seeing it and then later on thinking all we do is-”
jeff suddenly cut you off, his lips pressed roughly against yours. you kissed him back, putting as much passion into the kiss. you felt jeff’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip, almost begging to invade your sweet, little mouth.
you opened your mouth slightly, both of your tongues swirling around one another’s, searching each other’s mouths. you moaned, letting the thick textbook that you had in your hand drop to the floor, making a loud sound as the book hit the floor.
you jumped, gasping as jeff pulled away, his eyes swimming with lust and most importantly, love.
“you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s opinions,” he whispered, his lips wet with your saliva. “it’s just you and me baby,” he continued, staring you dead in the eyes.
your heart melted, a small smile spreading across your lips. “i love you,” you whispered, your hands making their way up his chest, then moving towards his shoulders, gripping them tightly.
jeff smiled, “i love you most.”
♡ ♡ ♡
this is my first imagine for this blog, and there will be plenty more to come! also, please be patient, i have over 25 requests that i need to do, and all will be up asap! thank you!
“John didn’t make it to the hospital until three days after our son was born - the first opportunity he’d had to get away from the tour. […] He came in like a whirlwind, racing through the doors in his haste to find us. He kissed me, then looked at his son, who was in my arms. There were tears in his eyes. ‘Cyn, he’s bloody marvellous! He’s fantastic.’ He sat on the bed and I put the baby into his arms. He held each tiny hand, marvelling at the miniature fingers, and a big smile spread over his face. ‘Who’s going to be a famous little rocker like his dad, then?’ he said.”
[Cynthia Lennon, John]
Happy Birthday Julian!
Pics: Cynthia, John, Julian, George and Pattie at Kenwood, 1965. Taken by Henry Grossman.
AND NOBODY ELSE THREW THEMSELVES AT THE TUM BOMB SO ANYWAY I’M DRINKING FOREVER
Victor is pretty drunk - not like, climb on top of a castle and yell he’s Yuri’s future, so take that, Yuri’s imaginary past lovers!!!!!! drunk, but drunk enough to lose what vague idea of personal space he has. He’s cuddled up to Yuri’s lap with his nose shoved under Yuri’s shirt. He’s kind of humming, although he might just be talking to himself in Russian. It kind of tickles, the feeling of his lips moving and his voice buzzing against Yuri’s skin. It must look stupid, but everybody is just giving fondly amused looks to them.
Yuri’s kind of drunk too, so it’s okay. He strokes Victor’s head, under Yuri’s shirt.
Victor croons quietly.
“What?” says Yuri.
“Tum,” says Victor, pulling his head out of Yuri’s shirt for a second. “Tummy tum tummmmm, you have a tuummmmmm.”
For a split second Yuri wonders if Victor is making fun of him. It’s true that he’s put on a little weight during the off season, but he hadn’t thought it was that bad. Not as bad as after Vicchan died, at least. His heart gives an unpleasant thump.
Then Victor nuzzles in with the happiest sigh he’s ever heard, like a poodle settling down in the middle of the bed and leaving you six inches to do your best in, and kisses his stomach. He gives it ten or twelve little butterfly kisses, like he can’t help himself. “Yuri’s so sweet like this,” he says. “Yuri’s so beautiful.”
Yuri blushes, but he curls his hand around the tender curve of Victor’s skull. This is ridiculous. He loves Victor so much it feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest. He’s so happy.
“You’re very weird,” he tells the lump of Victor’s head. “I can’t believe I’m going to marry you.”
Victor says, just loud enough for Yuri to hear, but quiet enough so that Yuri wonders if he knows he’s saying it out loud: “I can’t believe it either.”
First thing Keith did when he got home was scream into his pillow and flop onto his bed.
Lance had kissed him!
He hottest and most popular guy in school had actually kissed him.
“Good day?” Shiro asked from the door way.
He didn’t have his prosthetic on and looked like he had just gotten out of the shower with his hair still wet clinging to his forehead.
“Shiro am I dead?” Keith asked remaining face down.
“What?” He asked in surprise sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I think I must of died, maybe I’m passed out somewhere and it didn’t really happen.” Keith mumbled.
Shiro was starting to get worried, he had never seen his brother like this before. “Keith, buddy you need to tell me what happened.”
“Lancekissedme.” Keith said very very quietly.
“What was that?” Shiro asked sure he must of misheard him.
“L-Lance the guy everyone at school loves kissed me…”
Keith bit his lip nervously staring down at his Spider-Man bed spread.
Shiro started laughing causing the younger boy to glare up at him. “What’s so funny!” He demanded.
“I figured you had killed someone.” Shiro answered between laughs. “Never expected you to act this way over a little old kids, anyone would think it was… wait a second.” Shiro peered at him for a second before putting his hand on his shoulders “Keith Kogane was that your first kiss?” He asked quietly, his voice and face masked in neutrality.
Keith hesitated before finally nodding.
Shiro’s grip tightened and a forced smile appeared on his face. “Really? And this random hot shot took it?” The casual tone sounded so forced that Keith found himself cringing.
“He’s not some random guy.”
“So then why have you never mentioned him before?” Shiro asked.
“Well erm… cause we never really talked and stuff.” Keith shrugged pretending not to mind when Shiro’s grip became a little painful.
“Oh.” Was all he said.
“Oh?” Keith questioned.
“Yes oh…” Shiro dropped his hand to his lap thinking for a moment. “I’ll talk to you later, I need to think over something.”
Keith watched in concern as his bother stumbled out of the room mumbling to himself.
“Allura I kissed Keith!” Lance yelled wheeling his chair into his oldest sisters room.
She was lying on her stomach across her bed messing around on her laptop.
“Jeez Lance ever learn how to knock.” She sighed sitting up to look at him.
“No time! I kissed Keith! Keith Kogane!” He yelled.
Allura’s eyes widened “oh… my… god…”
“You kissed the guy you declared your rival!”
“The guy you’ve had a crush on for like ever!”
“You had your first kiss with your dream guy!”
At this point Allura had jumped up and was kneeling in front of Lance. “Ok tell me everything!”
Lance explained how he had broken his leg and Keith helped him get home and in the spur of the moment he decided to kiss him before slamming the door in his face so he could hide behind Leo for a few hours.
Allura listened growing increasingly more excited.
“Ok I’m taking you to school tomorrow!” She decided. “Your cars in the shot anyway, and it’s not like you can walk to school. Plus I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my little bro.”
She hugged him making Lance squirm pretending not to enjoy her hugs when in fact he loved them. “Allurrrrrra.” He moaned pushing her away.
The next morning Keith was in the kitchen having breakfast when Shiro walked down in his sleepless tank top that he only ever wore when he wanted people to notice just how ripped her was.
“I’m coming to school with you. And before you say no I’m gonna say that I don’t care what you have to say. I need to go down their anyway and this has nothing to do with this Lance boy.”
Keith wasn’t convinced but knew arguing would be pointless.
So that’s how Keith found himself stuck with his brother leaning against the bonnet of his car in the parking lot looking for anyone that fit Lance’s description.
“Shiro seriously stop.” Keith rolled his eyes as Shiro glared at yet another tall skinny tanned boy.
“Not until I meet this boy, I just want a chat.”
Keith groaned. He knew this would happen.
The two whipped their heads round to see a tall woman running directly towards them.
Shiro blushed, he would know that beautiful white hair anywhere.
Allura came to a stop just short of running into the two and was smiling.
“Lance is in the office and I figured I would let you know. I’m sure the two of you have a lot to talk about.”
Keith paled slightly “whys he in the office? Is he ok?” He asked a little too quickly to sound casual.
Allura nodded waving him off with her hand “oh yes he is perfectly fine, just needed to change his class schedule so he doesn’t have to go up any stairs until his prosthetic’s repaired.”
Keith didn’t wait for anymore information and instead took off running leaving the two adults alone.
“It’s good to see you again Shiro, I heard you got back but didn’t have your number.”
Shiro swallowed “oh yeah… erm so you know Lance?”
Allura laughed “I would hope so, he is my little brother after all.”
Shiro helped whatever god was looking out for him that he didn’t end up yelling at his crushes little brother right in front of her. “Oh. I never realised.”
“Not many do, Lance was adopted after he lost his parents in the same accident that cost him his legs, it’s been hard for him. But I’m sure you understand better then anyone what losing a limb is like.
Shiro was silent. He hadn’t realised Lance was like him.
“Yeah I do.”
GOT7 Reaction: You Kissing Them In Front Of The Boys
(I hope this is what you wanted (((: This reaction is very short and to the point, but I hope you enjoy!! <3 Saranghae <3)
I feel as if Youngjae would be half into it, and half not. He would love showing off that you were his, and his lips were the only ones that got to touch yours; but he wouldn’t want to show off too much. He would give you a short, sweet kiss and giggle, covering his face as it went red when the boys would lightly tease him about it. You would probably feel a little embarrassed as the boys poked fun at you, sitting next to Youngjae and burying your head sweetly in his shoulder, him quickly becoming your shield.
Peter covers my eyes with a blindfold and helps me stand up.
“This is kinky, Parker, what are you planning?”
Peter laughs nervously and I feel him getting more timid with his actions.
“Will you stop, Y/N? It’s just to keep the surprise a surprise.”
I giggle at his obviously flustered state from my sex joke.
I let him lead me out of the room to the unknown destination, one hand holding mine and the other on my waist as he gently pushes me along.
“Peterrrrrrr it’s taking so loooooong,” I whine, just to annoy him.
“Just a little farther, Y/N, bear with me here.”
My foot brushes against something soft.
“Is that another gym sock?”
“Uhhhhh… No it isn’t…” There’s a loud shuffle as he tries to kick the offending article away discreetly.
Oh, he’s so adorable when he’s lying.
He stops and lets go of my hand and waist. There’s a soft scrape to my left as he pulls out a chair.
Heh. Pulls out.
“Here ya go, love.” He takes my hand and gently guides me into the seat. He slips and I miss the seat, landing on the soft, carpeted floor instead. There’s a solid thunk as what sounds like Peter’s head collides with the wall.
“OH MY GOD PETER ARE YOU OKAY?” I tear off the blindfold and see the poor boy rubbing his head, where there’s bound to be a bump forming.
“Oh you poor man-child, let me get you some ice.”
I rush towards the kitchen, noting the very nicely set-up dinner table for two.
He must be devastated that he couldn’t properly surprise me.
I stop as I enter the kitchen, trying to process the scene before me.
He hobbles up behind me, trying to stop me.
“Wait, Y/N, don’t go into the- ah shit you’ve seen it.”
I look around to see the room decorated with strings of lights and roses.
“Oh, Peter. You shouldn-” Peter kisses me before I could finish my sentence.
“You like it?” He asks as he pulls me closer for another kiss, deeper than the last.
I pull away before nodding, “Yes, Peter, I love it. Thank you.”
He beams at me before leading me to the table and pulling out a chair for me.
“My princess,” he jokes, gesturing for me to take a seat.
I sarcastically bow, “My knight.”
After dinner, I stand up to help clean up the dishes.
Peter shoos me away and tells me to sit down while he takes care of it.
I don’t bother arguing with him, because I know fighting with him would be pointless with his stubbornness.
I stay seated while he collects the dishes and kisses my nose before leaving to wash them.
I watch him walk away and smile to myself as I take a rose from the vase on dining table and twirl it in my hands.
I giggle to myself as I think about our past two years together.
How sweet Peter was with his cute pickup lines and our weekly movie dates.
How shy he is when we kiss and how much of a gentleman he is.
I continue to reminisce until I see Peter standing in the doorway.
His cheeks are red and his hands are shaking a little.
“Peter, love, are you alright?” I ask.
He gives me a half smile and he walks over slowly, his body language screaming nervousness.
“I, uh, I have one more gift for you,” he says.
“Peter! This is already so much, please that’s enough,” I laugh and I stand up to hug him.
He hesitates before hugging me back and now I see how nervous he really is.
“Peter? What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing that his legs are shaking.
He looks away from me as he reaches into his pocket and gives me a small index card with the letter V written on it.
I look up at him questionably and he rubs the back of his neck, his face slowly acquiring the color of the roses on the table.
“It’s um. I-I, uh,” Peter stumbles.
“I get it Peter, V-Card,” I look up at him and smile before kissing his chin and then his nose.
“It’s a very unique present, Peter,” I say as I lean closer to Peter and kiss him again. He places his hands gently on my hips.
I lean back and smile, “So I can cash this in anytime I want?” I ask.
His face reddens a little before he nods.
“How about right now?” I ask slowly, hoping he would get a hint and suggest something.
He looks at me in the eye for a few moments before breaking contact and looks down at his feet.
“I’ve got another surprise for you, love,” Peter says, reaching over to the counter and giving me the blindfold again.
I look at him suspiciously before putting the blindfold on again.
“Just trust me, Y/N,” Peter says softly. I relax a little and reach out to hold his hand as he leads the way.
I am assaulted with a barrage of smells as we turn into a room, where everything sounds slightly muffled, as if it’s filled with soft furniture. My feet brush against… rose petals? I smell my favorite scented candles as well as… Febreze. Lots of Febreze.
Dammit Parker why don’t you clean this house more often?
His hands leave my shoulders for a few seconds and I hear some shuffling around me, no doubt he’s cleaning up whatever’s been left strewn around his ro-
The blindfold falls off suddenly and I’m left shocked at the scene in front of me.
Though I’ve been in his room a million times before, I’ve never seen it this clea-
Romantic. It’s never been this romantic.
Everything’s been swapped or covered with a red velvet and the lights are off, leaving only the candles to light the room. A gasp escapes my lips. Peter, who is in the process of furiously trying to shove what looks to be a red and blue suit into the closet, whips his head around, eyes wide open.
“It fell off? Shit, now I can’t badmouth the baddies anymore about their lousy knots… Anyways, surprise?” he tries with a tight smile.
God, he’s so adorable when stuff goes wrong.
“Peter… just ask me…”
“Well, I mean you don’t have to, but… I…” Peter tries to start but fails to finish his sentence as I
lean closer, until our noses are almost touching. We stay that way, looking into each other's’ eyes for a while.
“Hi,” Peter greets me.
“Are you going to kiss me yet?” I ask, slightly impatiently. Face redder, than the cushions, he does just that.
He makes the first move, turning his head and closing the space between us. My lips meet his, agonizingly slowly. His hands cup my face and pull me closer, and I return the kiss with a passion I didn’t know I had. Our lips locked, he pulls us down onto the bed. One of his hands finds its way into my hair while the other one grasps my neck. My own hands find their way under his shirt and around the back of his head. He bites my lip, accidentally, and I jerk back, not expecting the bite.
“Oh my god Y/N I’m so sorry oh my god are you okay oh my god are you bleeding?” he babbles, moving his head around to check my lips.
I quickly run my tongue over my lips to check for blood
“I’m okay, Peter.””
“Hi, okay, Peter, I’m Peter,” he quips back,not missing a beat.
I laugh at Peter lightly before pulling down his pants.
“W-Wait, Y/N, are- are- are you sure ab-”
I cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.
“Shhhhhh. Yes, Peter. I am sure. Now shut up and let me make you happy,” I say, kissing his nose to reassure him.
“But, I want to make you feel good fir-” Peter tries to object but lets out a moan instead as I palm his member through his boxers.
I smile as I gently squeeze tighter and watch him throw his head back and moan a little louder. I then pull down his boxers as I eagerly snake down his body and watch as his member is freed from its restraints. I wrap my hand around it and give it a small pump, a little intimidated by his size, even though it’s not fully hard yet. I watch as small beads of precum leak from his head and roll down his shaft. Without a second thought, I lick along the underside of his cock, starting from the base all the way to the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up the droplets of precum.
I hear Peter groan as I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, using my tongue to lick him slowly and hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper.
I smile to myself as I hear Peter curse and moan above me, I feel his hands in my hair as he caresses my face, urging me to continue.
I lean back and pump him a little more before sucking the head of his cock again.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Peter moans as I start to slowly take in as much of him as possible and pull back. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat as I take him deeper and deeper. I pump his shaft at the base with my free hand as I begin to feel my panties dampening.
“Y/N, please slow down, I don’t want to cum yet,” Peter practically begs.
I look up at him and smile to myself as I let him go with a pop.
He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down.
I take this opportunity to turn my back to him and take off my pants slowly. I bend over more than I have to so that I give him a good view of my ass. I can see his jaw drop in the mirror.
Pffft. He ain’t seen nothing yet.
My jeans join the not-so-well-hidden pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I lift my shirt slowly, especially around my chest, since I want him to see that I’ve “forgotten” my bra at home. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this. The shirt joins my pants and I’m left Stark™-naked except for my panties. I turn around to face him.
Are human even supposed to be that red?
He has a dumbfounded expression on his face that I’ve never seen before.
I laugh a little as I climb back onto the bed and kiss him.
He kisses me back after recovering from his shock. He flips me over so that I’m on my back.
He attacks my neck before traveling downward, past my exposed breasts leaving a trail of kisses past my stomach.
I moan loudly as he reaches my hips. He kisses all along the band of my panties and kisses my nether lips through the thin fabric.
I whimper as he hooks a finger into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down slowly. He leaves small bites on the inside of my thighs as he passes them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sodden article of clothing sail across the room in the general direction of the rest of my clothes. He works his way back up my legs, fingers ghosting the insides of my legs before parting them gently. His left hand grip the top of my right thigh as he uses his hand to spread my lips. I clutch the sheets as he dips a finger into my wet and aroused center. He smiles to me before scooting closer to my crotch, all the while making a “come hither” motion with his finger. His lips meet my other lips as his head comes down.
Within moments, his tongue finds my clit.
Has he done this before?
“I pay attention in sex ed, Y/N,” Peter jokes as my cheeks redden in the realization that I had said it out loud.
He chuckles a little bit before leaning in and kissing my thighs before sucking my clit again.
I moan loudly and clutch the sheets harder. I feel another finger join the first and his other hand moves up to hold my hips in place. I squirm and whimper as his tongue runs over my clit, lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers spread my opening to give his tongue to my core. I shiver as his tongue moves in and out of my entrance.
“Ohh, fuck Peter…” I moan, willing him to go faster. He pulls his tongue out of me and he moves his two fingers again, thrusting faster than before.
His tongue moves back up to my clit and begins attacking the small nub at the top of my folds.
My moans become more incoherent as he continues to lick, suck, and lap at every single part of my most private area, leaving me a babbling mess.
As my walls begin to clench around his fingers, Peter speeds up his thrusting and ravages my clit harder as he feels me gets closer to the edge until he brings me over the edge. My back arches and my toes curl almost painfully as the immense pleasure of the orgasm wracks my body completely. I see stars as my eyes roll back into my head and a loud, breathy moan escapes my lips.
Peter sucks gently on my clit and slows his thrusting as the waves of euphoria roll over me, further intensifying the pleasure and prolonging my orgasm.
As the pleasure gently fades away, Peter kisses my clit, then kisses a trail up my stomach, stopping at my breasts. He licks each nipple, gently sucking on each one before moving on. He stops at my neck, planting a kiss there before moving his head up so that his eyes are level with mine.
“Do you want to go further?”
“No, Peter, I wanted to stop and talk about multi-variable calculus,” I deadpan, lacing as much sarcasm into my voice as possible.
He smiled devilishly and deadpanned right back, “It just so happened that I needed a little help with my calculus homework, can you help me integrate my natural log?”
I whack him softly with one of the red heart pillows on the bed. “I HATE YOU”
“No you don’t,”
He leans down to kiss me again before reaching over and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
I laugh as he fails to open it before offering to help. He smiles at me gratefully as I put it on for him. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer and kiss him.
I pull him down to the bed.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too, Peter,” I say as I guide his cock to my entrance.
I always thought I would be really nervous during my first time. But Peter made it comfortable. Peter slowly moved his hips forward and I gasped, not used to his size.
He’s bigger than I thought.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Peter asked nervously.
“No, it just feels kinda tight,” I say, trying to ease his nerves.
Peter continues to insert himself carefully. The pain fades away and it begins to feel pleasurable.
I moan a little and clutch Peter’s back as I quietly beg him to go faster.
Peter starts to thrust his hips at a moderately faster speed and I throw my head back and moan loudly, enjoying this new feeling beyond words.
Peter leans forward to kiss my neck making me mewl in pleasure as I move my arms around the back of his neck to pull his hair.
I kiss his neck and Peter groans loudly.
“Keep doing that and I am not going to last much longer,” Peter says as he leaves another hickey on my collar bone. He hastens his movements and starts thrusting harder.
“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper breathily.
Peter straightens up and moves a hand down to my clit and rubs his thumb over it in quick, small circles, pushing me over the edge.
“Peter,” I moan before I see stars for the second time that night. As my walls clenched around his member, I felt Peter also reach his release, groaning loudly and burying his cock deep in my tunnel. His cock twitches and I feel the condom fill up as he releases his seed into me. He lies down, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he tries to slow his breathing. We lay like that for a while, both panting hard and coming down from our orgasms. After a few minutes, he pulls out slowly and kisses my face. I moan as he slides out, and I feel empty when he pulls out completely.
“You okay?” Peter asks.
“Mmm,” I respond, exhausted.
Peter laughs and goes to the bathroom to get rid of his condom. I whine, not wanting him to leave, but am too tired to go after him.
Peter comes back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. He gently moves my legs to clean then before handing me one of his shirts and to wear.
I smile and put it on before lying back down on the bed and drifting off, murmuring, “I love you,” to Peter.
“Happy birthday, Y/N” is the last thing I hear before my reality fades into pleasant nothingness.
Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.
You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels. But as soon as you arrived atthe party, you felt your heart being shattered.
You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comesin your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.
Harry was waiting patiently for someone on the other end of the phone to answer his call. He had called exactly when he always did; 6:30 on the dot in London, which was half an hour before his daughter went to bed. The nightly ritual had been the same for the past two weeks; he would call before bedtime, talk to his little girl as soon as she had her pajamas on, say goodnight before you tucked her in, and then call back after she was asleep and talk to you until his eyes started to droop. It wasn’t ideal - he would have much rather been home with the two of you - but it was better than nothing.
The familiar and sweet sound of your voice finally echoed in his ears and he saw your face pop up on the tiny screen.
“Hey you,” you smiled, “How are you?”
“Tired,” he replied, rubbing at his eyes a bit to keep them focused, “Lots of meetings and interviews today. Is she still up?”
“Of course. I’ve just had her run and brush her teeth; she should be out soon, she knows what time it is.”
Another few minutes went by as you and Harry talked about what had been going on, but you knew Harry was getting antsy to talk to someone else. As much as he loved conversations with you, he only had a limited time with his daughter before she fell asleep.
“(Y/D/N)!” you called, turning your head, “Daddy’s on the phone and he’s waiting for you!”
It was only a few seconds before the thumping of tiny feet could be heard running down the hallway. A moment later, Harry saw the wild hair of his three-year-old appear in frame and he chuckled.
“Hi, monkey,” he said, waving.
“I miss you. How are you?”
“I’m good. I went to Nana’s today and Auntie Gem was there!”
Harry grinned. “Was she? That sounds like fun. Did she let you play salon with her hair again?”
His daughter nodded, excitedly. That was one thing Harry was so thankful for; a sister who didn’t care if her niece wanted to poke, prod, braid or twist her hair within an inch of its life. Gemma was always game for a little ‘toddler spa day’.
“Told you that you’re getting better,” You tell Jeff.
“I know,” Jeff said before kissing your cheek.
“You guys have been dating for a year. Please stop with the kissing,” Clay said.
“But Clay,” You whine a little as a joke.
“What can I say? It’s hard to resist my girl,” Jeff said before giving you a little peck on the lips.
“Gross,” Clay said.
“Give them a break, Clay. They’re in love,” Tony said from the table behind you guys.
At the end of the day, you were putting your things in your locker before Jeff came over and wrap his arms around you. You smile and look over your shoulder.
“Ready to go to Monet’s?” He asked.
“Yup,” You said before giving him a kiss. He turns you around and pins you against the locker. Your hands were on his shoulders while his was on your waist.
“Get some, Atkins!” You hear. You both look over to see Bryce with some of the other jocks. You blush and quickly put your things away before Jeff pulled you to his car.
You both sat in Monet’s by a corner so you two would have some privacy. You drank the drink in your hands before you felt Jeff give little butterfly kisses on your neck.
“Stop,” You giggle.
“Can’t,” Jeff responded. You look over at him before giving him a kiss on the lips. You got closer to him and wrapped your arms around him.
“Seriously guys?” You both heard. You look over to see Clay standing before you both.
“Seriously Jensen?” Jeff asked.
“Get a room,” Clay said. You both laugh a little before you offered Clay to sit with you guys.
Jessica Davis threw another party at his house which made it a perfect opportunity for you and Jeff to make out and no one would care. You both were outside alone, making out. Jeff’s arms held you from the waist while your’s was around his neck, playing with some of the hair on the back of his head.
“Seriously, guys?” You heard your friend Hannah Baker say. You pull away a bit annoyed and sighed.
“Is it wrong that I just want to make out with my boyfriend in peace?” You ask. Hannah chuckled a bit and she looked around.
“Well, you didn’t hear this from me, but there’s an empty room upstairs,” Hannah winked. You smile at her before looking around.
“Clay’s over by the drinks,” You tell her before you pulled Jeff towards the house.
You went upstairs to the empty room and pulled him in.You placed your lips again onto his before he locked the door.
Could you write a Peter Parker drabble with that thing where one of them is putting on a new chapstick and the other asks to try it bc they wanna taste it, but instead of borrowing the chapstick they kiss them? With them being best friends please?
Finally, exams were over. You and your best friend, Peter, were celebrating by spending the day in the park with a picnic, courtesy of May.
You glanced to your left, where Peter was lying on his back with his eyes closed. His white t-shirt had ridden up a little bit to expose his toned stomach, and you forced yourself to look away before he could catch you staring and blushing.
It was difficult having a crush on your best friend. You two had known each other since you were toddlers, and he was so affectionate and sweet around you that it was impossible to tell whether he actually liked you.
You looked back at Peter, his warm brown eyes now open and watching you in concern. You smiled softly.
“Yeah, just thinking,” you replied as he sat up slowly and used his hand to shield his eyes from the bright sun.
“About good stuff?” he asked, turning his head to keep looking at you. You smiled reassuringly.
“About good stuff.”
The pair of you fell into an easy silence, just enjoying each other’s company. The gentle warmth of the sun on your face, the joyful singing of birds in the trees, and your favourite person in the world beside you brought a content smile to your lips.
“Ugh I’m so tired,” Peter announced dramatically, falling backwards against you. You laughed as his back landed against your chest, and wrapped your arms around his torso without thinking.
“You’re so heavy,” you teased, tickling his sides gently. He squealed, sitting upright again and pretending to glare at you.
“I thought I could trust you, (Nickname),” he declared in a mock-hurt tone. “I thought what we had was special.”
You rolled your eyes, unfolding your legs from beneath you and resting them in his lap as you leaned back on your hands.
“You love me really.”
His eyes softened, and a strangely small smile tugged at his thin lips.
“Yeah I do,” he admitted, and your heart skipped a beat. You knew he didn’t mean it the way you wanted him to, but there was something about the look on his face…
You cleared your throat and looked away, pretending to be watching the birds in the trees as you prayed for the redness in your cheeks to fade.
Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a chapstick, needing something to distract himself. Had he been too obvious when he’d said that? You two said you loved each other all the time, but your reaction had been strange. Were you beginning to realise he liked you?
You glanced over at Peter as he put on his chapstick.
“New flavour?” you asked, smiling knowingly. Peter had a slight obsession with flavoured chapsticks. He chuckled.
“Cherry. Wanna taste?” he asked jokingly, wiggling his eyebrows and pouting. You giggled, shifting closer to him.
He held the chapstick out to you, but you ignored it. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you held his chin gently with your thumb and forefinger and guided his lips to yours.
You kept your lips pressed to his gently, not daring to move. You were about to pull away in embarrassment, when you felt Peter’s hand on your cheek and his lips moved against yours tentatively.
His lips were soft and careful, and the faint taste of cherry made you smile a little into the kiss. His fingertips ghosted over your cheek softly, and his long nose bumped against yours gently.
You pulled away reluctantly, your nose still nuzzling Peter’s. His eyes were wide and soft as they stared at you, and you giggled quietly as he bit his lip.
“Hey,” you breathed, moving your fingers away from his chin slowly. He caught your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours.
“Hey,” he replied quietly, a broad smile taking over his face. “That was unexpected.”
BTS reaction when their girlfriend kisses their neck
Bts reaction to girlfriend kissing his neck 😇
Jin: You were just hugging Jin, when suddenly you felt tempted to kiss his neck, and you did. He moaned but then, reassured you that you guys were in a public place, and then you felt a little bit embarrassed. He will cup you face and kiss you cheek.
Suga: He was really focused trying to finish his new song, you saw that he was so tense, that you went and hug him and then kiss his neck. “Not now, Y/N” he would calmly say. “I know, I just want you to know that I am here for you” you would respond. He would smile and continue on what he was doing.
J-Hope: You guys were both hugging each other, you gave Hoseok a kiss on the neck and he would smile and say“Y/N when we get home…” and he would wink at you.
Rap Monster: You guys have just woken up, the sun is hitting your face irritating, your eyes. You found Namjoon, still laying down, you came to his side and kiss his neck and you were about to get up but… “Where are you going?” he would grin. “I was…” but he quickly kissed your lips and things quickly got heated.
Jimin: You guys were slow dancing in the living, you put your arms around Jimin’s neck and leaned in. You head rested on Jimin’s shoulders, you gave Jimin a kiss on his neck, he would still be dancing with you, when suddenly the song ends and he kissed you on your lips returning your love.
Taehyung (V):You guys just finished eating, when suddenly he hugs you out of nowhere and that’s when you moved your head and kissed his neck, he moaned and then he pulled you out and the two of you had a little make-out section.
Jung Kook: You guys were having fun playing around with the Nintendo Switch. When suddenly, you lost and Jung Kook went into a victory dance and since he saw your sad expression he came to kiss your cheek, and since you were sitting down and he was leaning into cheek, you kissed his neck. He at first would be shy about it but eventually after a couple of minutes he would come back and kiss your lips.