My ex’s ghost begins to haunt my apartment a week after the break up. I spot him sitting inour the breakfast nook, sunlight falling like dust through his torso to the rumpled rug in front of the small table. He’s staring out the window, parts of him fading in and out of view.
“No,” I say, grabbing the counter in case my suddenly weak legs betray me. “No.”
He turns and smiles at me with the weight of the world in his eyes.
I grab my cell phone from the pocket of my sweatpants and call him. One ring. Two rings. Three.
My hand tightens around the edge of the counter until I can hear my bones scraping together. “You ass. You don’t get to do this to me. Make it go away.”
He’s silent for a long moment. Then he sighs. “My ghost?”
“Yes,” I say. “Get rid of it.”
“You know that’s not how this works,” he says.
“I’m the one who’s supposed to haunt you,” I say. “You broke up with me. That’s how this is supposed to go. So stop.”
Stop or come back.
But he doesn’t say anything else before he hangs up.
I turn to scream at his ghost but, like him, it’s gone.
“He’s one of those,” my sister says knowingly. She sounds far away and tiny over the computer’s speakers. “You better be careful. Sometimes they don’t leave.”
I consider my cup of cocoa. She’s holding a matching cup half a world away so that they’re connected. I wonder if she’s foregone her usual shot of baileys this time. “What do I do then?”
“Try to move on anyway,” she says. Behind her something peeks around the kitchen doorway and is gone before I can make out who. My sister’s been drinking for a decade and hasn’t once talked about quitting.
“Right,” I say and imagine the poor quality of the speakers hides the hollowness in my voice.
Summary: That Spider-Man kiss video was definitely cliché
and cheesy, which is exactly the reason that Spidey and Y/N have to do it.
Word Count: 2235
Warnings: Heights and Swearing.
A/N: casually drops this after almost a year without writing like okay!! okay!! please enjoy this (it has good format!!) :0 and thank you to @buckys-fossil for actually tolerating me and proofreading this, i love you!!! also this is a gender neutral fic!!!! if you followed me when i was strictly an aesthetic blog well then, hello i write fics too
Summer weather was the worst.
Summer holiday wasn’t that much better, what with having cabin fever and all. It had been a week since you had left the comfort of your apartment and three hours since you flopped onto the couch and lay there. All of your friends had been busy, Michelle doing her protesting, Liz with college preparation. It left you with nothing much to do other than lounge around your home.
The fan placed on the coffee table was set on revolve and hit your body with cool breezes. Laying on your side and absentmindedly watching season three of Phineas and Ferb, you felt jealous that those children were creative enough to make the most of your summer. It was a big contrast to you, as you hadn’t done anything the entire few weeks of summer there had been.
A thought suddenly came to mind and you decided to act on it. Shutting off the TV and fan, you put on actual clothes and took care of your hygiene before fixing your hair and pulling on your sneakers. Making sure to had some money and the house key, you texted your mom.
to: mom hey i’m leaving the apartment for the first time in days are you proud of me
It didn’t take her long to reply.
from: mom Fine with me, I was about to kick you out and make you do something.
You laughed at her text before tucking your phone away and leaving the apartment and locking the door.
Summary: After waking up in the morning finding out you had a one night stand with someone you don’t even know…you rush out as quickly as possible…too bad you forgot your cell phone.
Jeong-guk (Jungkook) / Reader
A/N: extremely Mature rating- Definitely a part 2 coming ;)
“How do I look?” You asked your best friends.
“Gorgeous.” They said at the same time. You settled on a simple black dress, that hugged your curves beautifully.
“And here.” Your friend Lalisa got up and scrunched up your long hair with her fingers. “Guys like messy.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” It wasn’t your idea to go out in the first place. Your friends thought it would make you feel better, help you move on from your tragic breakup that ended a month ago and you happen to still be hung up on.
Illhoon was the best thing that has ever happened to you and being together for three years, things just weren’t working out. You were always fighting, he was always busy, and you haven’t been sexually active in months. He was always loyal to you, too loyal that he broke things off. He felt bad that he couldn’t give you the love you deserve. He just wasn’t happy, which you respected.
Now your pain in the ass friends were trying to set you up.
“Okay….lets go.” Lalisa marched out and Rosé gave you an apologetic look.
“It will be fun, don’t worry.” She told you.
When you got to the club it was surprisingly not that crowded. Which was a relief. “Lets get some fuel.” Lalisa started walking towards the bar.
6 shots later you were starting to get buzzed that you decided to slow down on a casual drink. “Hey.” You looked up following the voice. “Do you see that hot guy over there.” Lalisa pointed with her eyes.
You started to look. “Hey don’t be obvious.” She alerted you.
“Sorry.” You snorted. Maybe the alcohol had kicked in more then you thought.
You slightly looked over, pretending to not be obvious. You saw more then one hot guy, to be honest, but one got your heart racing.
He had dark hair and a killer smile. Possibly one of the most handsome guy you have ever seen. Not counting Illhoon. Shit! You weren’t suppose to be talking about him.
“Go over there and talk to him.” Lalisa pressured you.
“Unless it’s too soon.” Rosé debated.
“No it’s the perfect opportunity….its been long enough…you need to put yourself back out there.” Lalisa argued.
“I’m going over there.” Lalisa stood up. “I’m going to introduce him to you and then I’m going to take his hot friend with the dimples.” Then she stormed off.
As you saw her talking you decided to take about 3 more shots, you were toosober for this.
You saw the guy smile in your direction. “Lalisa always wins.” Rosé said and got up to walk over to one of the other guys.
You were left drinking alone. You didn’t want to act like you were desperate and you weren’t, you wanted to take it at a slow level.
You were slightly drunk that you almost thought the hot guy was walking over.
“Hi.” Oh, it’s real. “I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out to you.
“Hi.” You blushed as you stood up, accepting his handshake. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Your friend over there gave a pretty good word for you.”
“What did she say?” You nervously asked.
“She said that I’m an idiot if I don’t talk to you because you are the hottest thing that has ever hit this club.”
You slapped you forehead amused. “I’m so sorry about her.”
“I wouldn’t disagree.” You looked at his sweet smile and blushed.
Your friends were right, you need to let lose, have fun. “Let’s go dance.” You pulled his hand, leading him to the dance floor.
The alcohol took over as you reached the dance floor. You just wanted to have a good time. You felt Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist as you grinded your hips with his. Your back was rubbing against his chest as you danced in motion.
A few drinks later and a few sexual dances later the rest of the night was all a blur. You knew you wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. You couldn’t remember the fact that you shared an intense kiss.
The second that your lips aligned with his, you were hungry for more. You felt connected with him, but you knew better then to trust the alcohol.
And this case you did. “Do you want to get out of here?” You whispered in his ear.
“Yeah.” Then you don’t even remember getting to his apartment but you got there. As soon as you both tumbled into the door you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.
He moved down to your neck as soon as your back hit the bed sheets. The sexual tension from each wet kiss had you feeling soaked between your legs.
You heard your phone ring on the table beside you. You couldn’t read the name from your blurry vision, so you tossed it instead.
Jungkook made his way back up to your lips as you felt up the front of his jeans. You attempted to unbutton his belt along with his pants. His hand found itself kneading your chest. You couldn’t help but moan, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.
You slid your hand underneath his boxers, touching up his sensitive area. The area was tight from his hard-on.
You flipped you both over so you can pull down your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You finished pulling down his pants, exposing his length. Wow. Again, the alcohol bringing out the sweet girl you tried to convince yourself to be.
You grabbed his length kissing the red tip. You loved the sound that escaped his mouth as you started to lick down his area. You couldn’t help but smirk from the thought that you were in control. You made your way back up to the tip leaning your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down sucking every inch of his throbbing member.
You sat back up letting go of him you didn’t want him to take all the fun. You wrapped your arms around your back to unhook your bra and then you slid your underwear off sexually.
He sat up looking at you with desire in his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him take off his clothes. He was extremely fit. You slid yourself down onto him, surprised by the sudden pain.
You rocked your hips back and forth taking in the pleasure that you desperately needed. You moaned as he worked against you. He grabbed a hold of your hips moving you quicker then you can handle.
You screeched in surprise when he flipped you both over as he took control. He lifted your right leg up onto his left shoulder to deepen the angle. You loved how attractive he was even though he was sweaty.
You felt your toes go numb as your orgasm immerse throughout your body. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to pass through the feeling. Jungkook’s pace slowed down immensely as you felt him jerk his liquid into you. He kissed you passionately before he collapsed on the bed next to you. After that you let the sleep get a hold of you.
Your eyes fluttered open as the killer headache flooded your skull. You yawned sitting up when you realized you didn’t recognize the room. You took in your surroundings as yours eyes drifted off to the sleeping beauty next to you. The last thing you remember was dancing with him. Oh shit!What have you done?
You slowly got up trying not to wake what’s his name. Jungkook? You tried to remember. As soon as your feet hit the floor you reached for your underwear and dress. You grabbed your heels, tip toeing your way out of his room. Damn he was beautiful but one night stands are always awkward, that’s why it’s best to sneak out.
On your way out you saw a sweater pulled over a chair. You know you shouldn’t but you took it to at least to save your dignity. When you made your way onto the streets it was way too familiar. This was your street. You only had to walk down a few blocks to reach your apartment. The sweater covering you didn’t have an affect, people still stared at you. Judging you.
When you got home your roommate was in the kitchen.
“Oh my god there you are.” Rosé panicked. “I tried calling you.”
You stopped in front on the mirror making your way to the kitchen. Your makeup was running down your face and your hair was a mess. No wonder everyone was staring.
“Wow you bad girl.” Rosé smirked at you. “You and Lalisa ditching me to go have sex.” She pouted.
“Other then you two I had a nice sober talk with a sweet guy named Jin.”
“That’s nice.” You grabbed the aspirin.
“I don’t remember.” You groaned.
You went to sit comfortably on the couch. Rosé followed you with an ice cold pack.
“I snuck out before I could ask.” You confessed.
“Well maybe you’ll see him again.”
“Maybe….we better call Lalisa to see if shes okay.” You suggested.
“I already did…but both of you ignored my calls.” Rosé intrigued.
You felt the pockets of the sweater, feeling for your phone. It wasn’t there. You got up following your steps to the door where your purse was. You dug through it rapidly trying to find your phone.
“Fuck.” You said panicked “fuck, fuck, fuck.” You got up.
“What?” Rosé rushed to you.
“I forgot my phone.”
A few hours later you were still panicked. “What am I going to do?”
“I told you already.” Rosé said annoyed.
Both your eyes made their way towards the door as it opened. Lalisa made her way through with a big smile on her face. “What’s up?” She said casually.
“Where the fuck were you?” Rosé sat up annoyed. “I’ve trying calling you all day.”
“Sorry I was out.” She made her way towards her room. Then she came back out with a bathrobe getting ready for a shower. “I had the best time last night.” She smiled. “I think I’ll stick around with this one.” The thing with Lalisa was she would hook up with guys until she found one she liked.
“He’s so cute and he has like the perfect body, nice and tall, lean.” She blushed. “We had like the best morning sex and then he bought me out for breakfast.”
“Anyway what about you? I saw you guys last night, I almost thought you were going to go at it in the dance floor.” She laughed.
You just sighed. “What’s wrong?” Lalisa asked.
“This whole thing makes me uncomfortable, sleeping with someone I just met….I don’t even remember him that much, just his face.”
“Well maybe if you didn’t sneak out maybe you could get to know him.” Rosé said.
“You snuck out….oh (Y/N)….that’s going to give him the wrong idea and now you’ll probably never see him again.” Lalisa said disappointed.
“She’s going to have too.” Rosé spoke for you.
Lalisa looked at you both. “I forgot my phone.” You said trying to stay calm.
“What if he answers?”
“That’s what we want doofus.” Rosé stated.
“I’ll just buy a new phone.” You turned away.
“No you wont.” Lalisa pulled you back.
“Call.” Rosé handed you her phone.
You nervous dialed your phone number. You brought it up to your ear. Your heart started beating quickly as you heard the phone ringing. Lalisa and Rosé were hanging on each shoulder listening.
“Hello.” You heard his cute voice.
“H-hi.” You nervously stuttered.
“(Y/N)?” He remembered your name?
“Hi….um…you have something that belongs to me.”
He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.
Seokjin would love it. He’d love being pampered and taken care of after working so hard to get those damn dance moves right. He’d be super grateful that you were okay with just holding him and talking to him about your day and fun things you learned. You’d massage his shoulder and kiss his neck and he’d feel really happy to be there. Just warm and fuzzy.
Yoongi would be happy to relax and be warm, however, you better be ready to stay for a while. He’d live for these moments where he’s snuggled against you and you’re massaging his scalp until he dozes off for a while. He’d later thank you for letting him sleep, but until then you’d have to hold him until he awakes. He’d feel the most relaxed and rested when you were holding him.
Hoseok would start off by being the one to hug you and hold you and you’d have to ask him to be the one to hold him for once, since he would instinctively want to be the one doing all the snuggling. He would let you and immediately relax, still energetically chatting about his day with you until you started massaging his sore muscles. Then he’d go limp and fall asleep against you.
Namjoon would have trouble letting you hug him at first. He wouldn’t hate it or be opposed to it at all, he’d just feel as though it’s more his job to hold you. But he’d get used to being held instead of being held and would quickly come to enjoy snuggling into you and making an inappropriate joke here and there while you discuss things that interest you.
Jimin would live for it. But he’d also be hella obnoxious. A lot of moving around, sometimes elbowing you in the rib and having to apologise for 10 minutes about it. But the moment you started stroking his hair and humming something to him, he’d chill out and eventually fall asleep against you. However, be ready to get quite a few requests to be held from there onwards.
Taehyung would find it super comforting and even if he would fidget and move around a bit, it wouldn’t be as obnoxious as Jimin. He’d chatter, scroll through social media, laugh at videos with you and just generally catch up with you. He probably wouldn’t fall asleep in your arms too quickly, but would love being massaged, especially when you stroked his hair.
Jungkook would request long hugs, assuming you’d been dating for a while and he was comfortable around you. He’d just love holding you and being held. As the Maknae, he is used to being doted upon and he lowkey loves it. So this would be his favourite activity with you. Laying on the couch watching anime or movies, or just co-existing silently.
It was late and not many members were around so Jin talked you into his pleasurable needs, only if you promised to keep quiet. He began kissing you deeply as he hovered above you, holding his body up with his right hand as his other hand gently moved from your shoulder, down your torso and to your thigh, lightly brushing your skin and sending adrenaline through your body. His lips never leaving yours as he slowly grinded his hips into you while holding you as close as he could get you. Suddenly the door flung open to reveal one of the boys. As you covered your face from embarrassment, Jin stayed on top of you and simply glared at the figure that soon began fumbling for the door handle before leaving.
“Are they gone?”
“Yeah” He giggles at your cuteness. “May we continue?” He smirks.
Yoongi / Suga
You and Yoongi were under the assumption that the dorms would be completely empty, leaving only you two to do whatever your hearts desired. In this case it was simple kisses that soon turned into deeper kisses and the lose of some clothes. You slowly leaned back on the sofa while Yoongi hovered over you, his hand gently grazed over your bare skin. Your eyes fluttered shut as he trailed soft kisses down your neck and began to grind his hips into yours. Every touch made your heart beat faster but when you heard voices on the other side of the front door, you and Yoongi scrambled for your shirts before calmly sitting back onto the sofa.
“Hello friends! What did you guys do while we were gone?”
“Watched movies.” You both say in unison.
He hadn’t seen you all day and in Hobi-time, that’s forever. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and shower you with kisses but when he came back to the dorms early and found you in nothing but his t-shirt and his favorite pair of your panties on, his plans became dirtier. You jumped and pulled out your earbuds as a pair of arms snaked around your waist while you stood in the kitchen. Hobi quickly told you how much he missed you before he spun you around and hungrily placed a passionate kiss upon your lips. You smiled slightly, knowing where this was going when he lifted you onto the counter and moved his hand onto your thighs. Hoseok pulled away from you as soon as he heard his friends walk through the door. You jumped off the counter and looked at each other as pink flushed your cheeks.
“O-ooh, We- we’re sorry.”
“Yeah I- I’m just gunna go, p-put on some pants…” You mutter.
Namjoon / Rap Monster
Late nights with Namjoon were always fun as you both would chill out in his room and talk about stupid things or watch old movies. Tonight was just like every other night until you felt him squeeze your thigh. Knowing this was one of your weaknesses, Joonie continued teasing you until you had enough and straddled his lap. He smirked before giving you a small peck that grew into a deeper, more passionate kiss. His fingers intertwining with the roots of your hair as he guided your hips against his. Your head moved from his when you both heard the door handle jiggle. Joonie’s head fell back out of annoyance before he lifted you off of himself and went to answer the door.
“Stay here babygirl, You’re not getting away that easily.”
He finally had you all to himself and wanted to make the most of it. Jimin layed you on his bed as he hovered over you, tracing lines on your hips and kissing you deeply. His kisses began at your lips but then he started taking them to your neck, then to your chest and down to your stomach, making sure you leave light marks everywhere. He slowly removed your bottoms before kissing your thighs as he grew dangerously close to your core. His hands holding you close as he made his way back to your lips. He fell to your side when someone opened the door abruptly, causing you to jerk up and hug your knees to your chest. Jimin quickly got up, trying to divert the guy’s eyes.
“Yah!? What do you want?”
Taehyung / V
Tae was feeling needy and desperate. He had twenty minutes before stage so he took it upon himself to search for his girlfriend, which is why you’re currently laying on a couch in his dressing room trying to suppress your moans as he continues to tease your folds with his fingers. Watching you whimper was always one of his favorite sights but he needed more so he began to leave love bites down your torso. Tae quickly got off of you and threw a blanket onto you to cover you up when he hear the door handle rattle. Before he got to it, the door swung open revealing a few of the boys.
“We’re busy, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
He couldn’t take it any longer. It was hot as hell in the dorms and the longer he watched your movements, the way your clothes stuck to your body, the bigger his problem became. Finally he got up before standing behind you and whispering “meet me in my room, now.” As soon as you walked threw the door, Jungkook pressed you against it, closing it in the process as his lips attacked yours. His hands quickly found the bottom off your shirt before he removed the fabric from your body. His hips pinning you against the door, making sure you can feel him. Suddenly the door opened, hitting you before closing again.
“Oh, whoops! Hey, you guys okay? I heard the door slam?”
“Y- yeah! We’re fine. Don’t worry about it Jin-hyung.”
‘Do you not fucking speak english?!’ You screamed over at Bucky. The two of you were meant to meet for dinner at one of your favourite restaurants after you had finished work. You booked a table there for 6, giving you enough time to get home and change before you got there.
‘Yes, I speak over 30 languages’ Bucky yelled back at you, taking off the gym clothes he wore to meet Steve earlier that day. According to your boyfriend you had said seven so he thought he could finish at the gym at 6;30 giving him half an hour to get ready. Only when he got home you sitting on the bed, all dressed up and fuming from having to wait for him.
‘Ok. I’ll say what I said to you yesterday is Spanish. Seis!’ your hair was pinned back and styled so you took it out, facing the mirror but you could still see his reflection.
‘You said seven!’ He was now taking off his hoodie and shirt. You were so mad at him but he looked so good.
‘I said six!’
‘No, you didn’t’
‘Why would I book a table at six then tell you seven? What, you think I want to spend quality time with my glass of fucking water’ you finally turned to look him in the eye, but he couldn’t look at you. For a second you weren’t sure if he was angry or upset. But then you heard the metallic whirring of his arm, it was very distinctive when he was angry
‘I’m not doing this right now’ He turned away from you, his hands in the air. Then stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind him.
BTS REACTION: You sing to them while they lay “asleep” on your lap
This took longer to write up than I expected it to but I’m happy with how it came out. Please look at my announcement about reaction requests. I’m going to take a nap now!!~ Here’s a strange mix of angst, fluff, and humor. Thank you for the request
S E O K J I N:
It’s been months since you’ve seen him. He just came home from their latest world tour. This tour and their win at the BBMAs has led to a massive increase in, not only their fan base, but the popularity of Korean music internationally. He’s been so busy because of this, so it’s nice for him to take some rest even if having his head on your lap limits your movement. Although he’s not really asleep, just enjoying your presence.
However, even with him so close you still feel lonely. You aren’t insecure about your relationship in anyway, it is just very difficult for you to not see him for months at a time. This is not something you will voice as you don’t want to make him feel guilty and no matter what, at the end of it all, he comes home to you. This realization alone fills you with overwhelming affection for the man on your lap. You lightly play with his hair, an adoring smile on your face, and start to sing very softly while looking at his peaceful face.
“A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made
It usually doesn’t rain
In Southern California, much like Arizona
My eyes don’t shed tears but boy they blowin’”
He manages to successfully keep his expression still.
“I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you
Ooh no, no, no
I been thinkin’ ‘bout you
You know, know, know
I been thinkin’ ‘bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do you, do you?
Or do you not think so far ahead?
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ‘bout forever…”
Quickly, he brings your lips to his and smiles into the kiss because he knows that you are blushing from the realization that he was not asleep.
His head is still on your lap and he has a wide smile when he says, “Marry me.”
“You were supposed to be asleep!…Wait, what!?”
Frank Ocean “Thinkin’ ‘Bout You”
Y O O N G I:
Normally, you wouldn’t mind that he fell asleep on your lap. You know that he’ll fall asleep anywhere, every chance he gets. But you are quite certain you told him you had to get up soon to get ready to go out with your friends. You’re suspicious that he did this on purpose. He knows that you would never wake him up unless you absolutely had to, and going to the club at your single friends’ insistence isn’t really necessary. Especially since you don’t want to go. Clubs have never been your scene and give you a headache more than anything, unless you’re well on your way to getting drunk. You’re in a committed relationship now and it frustrates you that your friends don’t seem to understand your refusal to get shitfaced at a club.
You sigh and chuckle lightly to yourself, he thinks he’s so clever doesn’t he? You start to lightly tug on his hair to encourage his sleep.
He slowly wakes up and has to stop himself from smirking when he feels your hands running through his hair, mission complete. He hears you softly singing so instead of making you aware that he is awake, like he was going to, he pretends to stay asleep.
“…Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we’ve go to find other ways
To make it alone
But keep a straight face
And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had swore to myself that I’m content
He cannot believe how soft you are for him, not that he is any better. He takes a small peek at you. When he’s sure you are looking away from him he smiles.
“Because none of it was ever worth the risk
But, you are, the only exception
You are, the only exception
You are, the only exception…”
You look back at him and see him giving you his gummy smile. With no hesitance and a deep sigh you simply say, “Fucking Yoongi.”
Paramore “The Only Exception”
H O S E O K:
He came to you after his schedule was over, tired but with a large smile when you opened the door. It’s difficult for you to get him to rest when he’s visiting you. It makes him feel like he is putting more effort into his work than he is in your relationship. So maybe it was a little sneaky of you to have him lay his head on your lap and lull him to sleep with gentle hair stroking while you two are supposed to be watching a movie, not that you feel guilty about it. Good thing the control is within reach for you to lower the volume. He can sleep more peacefully that way.
When he starts awakening his first impulse is to complain about how sneaky you are, but stops himself when he hears your soft voice. Are you…rapping?
“…But now the hearts of moonlight hits, and we’ll just watch the stars dance
Attempt to mimic them until our little hearts can’t
Take anymore of that vacant ancient decor
And depart fast, and honestly, you look like Mozart sounds
You’re warm embrace compared to the cold, hard ground
The chicken noodle soup when I’ve been fretting sick in bed
It’s like expecting death and restlessness and then catching a kiss instead
You’re a myth that’s said to hide via love
An angel who was one thought to reside in skies above
You’re the sand between my toes when the high tide comes
Matter of fact, you’re the air that’s inside my lungs…”
You’re startled when he screams to the ceiling while moving his fists by his cheeks cutely, “AHHH!~ Y/N, YOU’RE TOO CUTE WHEN YOU RAAAAP!~” He makes you blush even more by showering you with kisses.
N A M J O O N:
As leader of the group, he feels really stressed whenever the boys mess around too much. Today is one of those days, therefore, you are doing your best to help him unwind. If that means having your butt go numb from the weight of his head and you sitting in a single spot for too long then so be it. He has done the same for you on multiple occasions. The difference being that he usually has a book in hand to entertain himself, meanwhile, your phone is charging in your bedroom and all books are out of reach. You softly play with his hair and can’t help the fond smile on your lips when he sleepily sighs in content. You start singing and completely miss the twitch at the corner of his lips.
“Come on over in my direction
So thankful for that, it’s such a blessing, yeah
Turn every situation into Heaven, yeah
Ooh, you are
My sunrise on the darkest day
Got me feeling some kind of way
Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly
You fit me, tailor-made love, how you put it on
Got the only key, know how to turn it on
The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear
Baby take it slow so we can last long”
Now he, like many other people, is tired of this song but hearing you sing it has a much different effect on him.
“Oh tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso…”
“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish,” he says, giving you a dorky smile.
You stop all movements in shock before pushing him off your lap, “Puto.”
Leo Fonsi & Daddy Yankee ft. Justin Bieber “Despacito”
J I M I N:
He is sleeping soundly on your lap and as you are stroking his hair your thoughts wander. You know that his insecurities, no matter how much he plays it off, are always present. Especially when it comes to his body. Nowadays he is doing much better but that doesn’t stop you from worrying. When you are around you make sure the boys eat well, however, you can’t do that when they are on tour. You are thankful for ARMYs who discourage him and Suga from going on diets and who are always asking if they have eaten.
You don’t want to think about the ones on the other side. They are not ARMY to you, not that your opinion really matters to them.
Looking at his face, you can’t help but marvel at how handsome he is. You love his jawline just as much as you loved his round face. You love his abs just as much as you loved his tummy. You love him just as much as you always have.
When he comes to awareness the first thing he notices is your soft singing. He opens an eye the tiniest bit to see you focused on him with the most admiring look. He closes it before you can notice, but he is absolutely stupefied by the way you are looking at him. He’s never seen that expression directed toward him before.
“…I’m so addicted to her
She’s the sweetest drug
Just enough…still to much
Say that I’m slippin’ I’m sprung on all the above
I can’t help she makes say
And just can’t think
Than to hear you sing
Baby when we do our thing
Oh baby girl girl you make me say
Girl the things you do
Keep me sprung
Keep me running back to you
Ooh I love
Making love to you”
No longer able to hold himself back, he surprises you by pulling you down for a deep kiss. He ends the kiss by pushing your head back a bit. “I love you,” he says.
You’ve never heard him say anything with such confidence before.
Ne-Yo “Sexy Love”
T A E H Y U N G:
You two haven’t been dating too long, at least six months doesn’t seem like a particularly long time for you. You have a friend who’s been in a relationship for three years. Even so, you can’t remember the last time you had a relationship where you two got along so easily. In fact, it’s almost too easy. You’re scared that he will get bored of the simplicity, especially in comparison to his exciting life as an idol. Despite this fear, you won’t stop yourself from falling for him more and more everyday.
Looking at his sleeping face, you can definitely feel yourself falling. Just like how he can feel his heartbeat increase as you play with his hair, the fast pace keeping him awake.
“Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in”
He’s never heard you sing before and he keeps himself still to hear more of it.
“Lie down with me, yeah
And hold me in your arms
And your heart’s against my chest
Your lips pressed to my neck
I’m falling for your eyes
But they don’t know me yet
And with a feeling I’ll forget”
“I’m in love now,” you both sing while looking into each other’s eyes.
Ed Sheeran “Kiss me”
J U N G K O O K:
Dating an idol is hard. Supposedly, you had known what you were signing up for when you said yes. In theory you were going to be fine, but in practice you are lonely. Still, you won’t ask him to stop following his dreams and you won’t give up just because it’s hard. Due to the difficulty of your relationship, you have learned to appreciate moments like these more. Him resting his head on your lap as you are playing with his hair.
Although you cherish these moments, you still long for the day when he will be yours. You are well aware that you and him are not ready for marriage but that doesn’t stop you from seeing you two getting married in the future.
He is breathing softly and that gives you the impression that he is already asleep when is just dozing off.
“I heard you’re scheming new pyramids
Another big idea to get you rich
Make a plan to love me sometime soon”
Your soft singing encourages his sleep.
“You said you got a foot in the door
You buy and you sell, you buy some more
Make a plan to love me sometime soon
Life’s too short
Death doesn’t ask
It don’t owe you that”
He drifts off more and more.
“Some things you lose
You don’t get back
So just know what you have
And make a plan to love me sometime soon…”
He falls asleep and dreams of a future with you by his side.
Bright Eyes “Make a Plan to Love Me”
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Dean Winchester walks into your laundromat looking very much like your next one night stand. Instead, tragedy strikes, and you end up in the middle of a nightmare, with only Dean (and his brother Sam) to help you navigate it.
Summary of Part 2: Dean gets you to safety. You find out what he really does for a living.
Warning: none for this chapter
Word Count: 1850ish
A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve done a series that wasn’t just smut. I’m hoping we’ll all have some fun with it! XOXO
Your whole body was numb as you moved, not feeling the steps beneath your feet as Dean pulled you down the stairs of your apartment building and out onto the street. He didn’t let go of your hand until he dumped you in the passenger seat of a car.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Female Reader, Arthur Ketch, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 1795
Warnings: canon typical violence
Author’s Notes: This was written for @supernatural-jackles Birthday Challenge. My prompt was the gif below. I decided to go a different route and not write demon!Dean. Also, this is smut free. Go figure.
Bucky couldn’t take his gaze away from
the soft hand that was entangled with his. He kept his body completely still
and was breathing silently, so he wouldn’t wake up the sleeping form next to
his bed. Y/N… she looked so peaceful, even if the position she was in was
anything but comfortable for someone to sleep. She was sitting on the floor
with her back to the wall. Her head leaning on his bed, while she kept her free
hand on her lap. He thought about the pain that she was sure to feel after.
It had been the sunlight peeking from
the balcony’s curtains that had woken him up to face the guest in his room. His
mind hadn’t process right away what had happened, but then he knew… it must
have been one of those nightmare filled nights and he probably got loud. Steve
wasn’t there so she must have been fed up with his screams and had no choice
but to go to him.
I like, if I can, to do a few epic, moving shots where a lot of things are happening, rather than hundreds of action cuts, so we did one really big Steadicam shot with Peter, where he battled through the forest. It was important to me - and to Peter - that we got that all as one, even though we cut it up in the edit. The adrenaline that happens as you run, and things grab you, and all these explosions go off around you - the excitement! - just adds so much. It gives a visceral sense to it, and Peter really felt that. It is like being on a battlefield. The first time he went through, tons of dirt rained down on him. He came out the other end, with dirt all over him, and you should have seen the grin on his face! He said ‘Yup, this is actionhero stuff.’
Rachel Talalay on filming an action sequence for The Doctor Falls (DWM)
A/N: With all of the Homecoming hype, I figured I would write another little thing about our cute web-slinger. Enjoy!! xx
Warnings: cute, cute, cuTE, and the cheesiest of tropes
It was a new year. A new year of hell. Peter always did fairly well in his classes, especially his science classes, but he still hated the idea of being invisible as he navigated the crowds of hormonal teenagers. He also hated listening to guys and girls complain about broken phones when he had to worry about broken bones as he kept the streets safe.
He didn’t hate school quite as much, however, when he walked into chemistry and saw you. You were a new student and you sat perched on a stool, alone at a back table. Your hair shone in the sunlight that streaked through the classroom window. Peter would swear that your eyes glittered like (Y/E/C) jewels when your eyes met his. You flashed him a shy smile before looking away. It was only for a moment but Peter was undeniably head-over-heels.
“Parker,” the teacher barked. Peter snapped his head to look at the teacher. He gripped the strap of his backpack nervously. “It is nice of you to finally join us. For the rest of the year, I think it would be kind to your new science partner that you arrive on time.” The teacher gestured to you with one liver-spotted hand.
Peter’s heart leaped into his throat as he willed his feet to move towards you. He placed his bag down with a thud and nervously took the stool next to you. “I’m (Y/N),” you whispered, tapping his shoulder lightly.
“I’m Peter!” he blurted out as the teacher was going over the syllabus. His face went as red as a tomato and a few students snickered. The teacher shot him a threatening glare before continuing. You smiled and giggled lightly, pink creeping up your cheeks.
The entire hour, Peter kept stealing glances at you. Everything about you was perfect. The shape of your lips, the color of your eyes, the rise of your cheek bones, the curve of your nose. An oral pop quiz was given and Peter was impressed by your intelligence. You raised your hand for almost every question and every time you were right.
Every now and then you would catch Peter staring. Your heartbeat was rapid the entire class period. His chocolaty brown gaze made your breath hitch and your stomach flutter. When he wasn’t looking, you would also steal glances. His jaw clenched in concentration. His messy hair fluttered in his eyes. His surprisingly defined arms and chest moved gracefully under his sweater.
Towards the end of class, the teacher handed out a list of various labs you could choose from to get yourself acquainted with the lab. You looked over the purple paper and looked up at Peter who was staring directly at you. His chin was propped up on his hand and he had a dazed smile on his face. “So, um, Peter, what do you think?” you asked.
“I think you’re amazing,” he mumbled. His eyes grew wide as he realized what he said. You looked away, hoping to hide the intense blush on your cheeks. “I.. I mean no, well, yes, you are, but I, uh…” You could say that Peter was saved by the bell, for the high pitched school bell began to ring and Peter was out the door before anyone else. You stared at the empty stool and your shoulders drooped a little. This was going to be an interesting year.
Peter made his way to the lunch room, trying to block out the embarrassing image of him making a fool of himself. He somberly waited in line for his lunch and then took his usual seat with his friend, Ned. “New year, dude. New year means new girls,” Ned said, nudging Peter’s shoulder. Peter just slowly shook his head, staring down at his grease soaked pizza. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I met the new girl,” Peter mumbled.
“Dude, tell me about her! Is she that bad that so you’re like this now?”
Peter shook his head once more. “No, Ned. She’s astounding. She’s so intelligent and she made this really funny joke in class and her face… Ned, her face. She’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. And she’s my science partner..” Peter went on and on with great enthusiasm about you. Ned encouraged it.
You walked into the lunch room, gripping your bagged lunch and looking around nervously. You finally found who you were looking for and made a bee-line for the table. “And Ned, her shirt fit in all of the right…”
“Um, Peter?” you interrupted nervously, standing behind him as Ned eyed you humorously. You saw his shoulders tense and his ostentatious hand gestures freeze in mid-air. He slowly turned in his seat and looked up at you. “You forgot this in chemistry,” you held up the hand not holding your lunch to show Peter’s backpack.
He gingerly took the bag from you, his fingertips brushing against your hand. You would laugh at yourself later but you could have sworn you felt sparks when his hand touched yours. “Thank you,” he mumbled, looking into your eyes. You could feel a heat creeping up your neck and you gripped your lunch nervously.
“Would you like to sit with us?” Ned piped up, breaking your attention away from Peter’s gold-flecked eyes.
You flashed him a smile, and nodded. “Yes, thank you,” you stammered.
“You wouldn’t mind, Pete, right?” Ned winked at him.
“Not… Not at all,” Peter said, scooting over so you could sit next to him. You made yourself comfortable as you slid in next to your cute new lab partner. Your shoulders brushed together and Peter cleared his throat.
“So, (Y/N), I’m Ned. Peter has told me a lot about you.” Peter angrily took a bite out of his pizza. You giggled shyly and began unpacking your lunch. “Peter here is very good at chemistry with other people, just so you know.” The boy in question let out a very angry sigh, his jaw clenching. You bit your lip and saw that Ned was playing wing-man.
“Is he now?” you asked, sounding intrigued. “Maybe you could show me a thing or two… In the lab, of course.” Peter perked up but continued to stare down at his food.
“So, (Y/N), have you ever studied anatomy?” Ned asked, waggling his eyebrows at you and nodding towards Peter. You suppressed a giggle as you felt Peter kick him under the table.
You made sure to flutter your eyelashes a little as you looked sideways at the very embarrassed boy and said, “The human body happens to be a.. main interest of mine.”
Peter almost choked on his milk and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Ned roared with laughter and Peter was once again bright red. “He’ll get this flirting thing down eventually,” Ned said through fits of laughter, patting your hand reassuringly. “So, where ya from?”
Ned made pleasant conversation the rest of the lunch period and Peter gradually came out of his shell. You could tell that you would become fast friends with the two boys and your feelings for Peter had already begun to take root. Peter, at one point, even attempted a pick-up line.
“What lab were you thinking of doing?” you asked Peter.
“Well,” he began, puffing out his chest and looking at you through half-lidded eyes, “I was thinking we could mix copper and tellurium because you’re CuTe.”
“Impressive, Peter,” you said with a giggle. He looked very proud of himself for the “effectiveness” of his flirting. The lunch bell rang and all three of you stood up to leave. “Well, I’ll see you in gym, Peter. See you tomorrow, Ned!” you shouted over your shoulder.
“Gym, huh? You guys can be gym partners! You can help her with her squats, spot that a… ouch, dude!” Peter punched Ned’s shoulder as he was talking. Peter watched you walk away, a soft smile on his face. You glanced once more over your shoulder and flashed a gorgeous smile at Peter. Peter was not going to hate school at all this year.
A/N: This ended up a little longer than I expected. Also, this is set up perfectly to become a series! What do you guys think? Would you want that? Let me know and send in requests!! xx
Summary: Trapped in the bunker, Dean makes one last phone call before coming to terms with his fate. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 750 Warnings: Feels, very little dialogue. Possibly spoilers; takes place directly after 12x21.
A/N: This is my contribution to @mrswhozeewhatsis‘s Louden Swain Mini-Bang. My chosen song is St. Louis. I don’t know why I had such a hard time putting what was in my brain onto the page; I was trying to go with the spirit of the song. Michelle, if you feel like this doesn’t fit very well, feel free to exclude it from what you give Rob!
While Sam and Toni wasted oxygen arguing about who had caused
their current predicament and came up with useless ideas on how to free them
from this tomb, Dean meandered away from the war room and to his bedroom.
He went straight for the note on his nightstand, the one
that he hadn’t touched or moved since he set it down after reading it the first
I love you, but you’re
wrong. About them. The Brits will kill you and Sam, and I can’t stand back and
watch it happen. I’m sorry.
She had left while he was gone. Had made excuses about staying
back to research, and when Dean returned, before Ketch and not-Mary came and
locked them in this “tomb” to die, she had made her escape. This place that he had called home – and when
she had come along, it felt complete.
The argument they had before she left had been a big one.
Dean let the angry images flow through his mind while he meandered to the
closet and ran his fingers over the few items of clothing she had left hanging
there. They had both said things they shouldn’t have, even if they meant them.
Hell, they had always been so alike in that aspect: meant every single word,
whether those words should have been spoken or not.
They yelled, she shoved chairs, Dean punched a wall. It was
over all of this; she had been so sure that the British Men of Letters were playing
all of them. Dean sided with Sam and Mary, and that’s what had started the
They’re my family.
Honestly, it had been a heated argument up until Dean said
that. Sam and Mary were his family, yes, but so was she. She accepted him for
the way he was and loved him anyway. Even after dancing around it for years,
after trying to stay away from each other, they had finally given up and
accepted that they couldn’t be apart – that they didn’t want to be apart.
But then Dean had said that.
He moved on from the closet to the vinyls he kept in his
room. He selected one and let it drop softly on the player. The opening notes
of “The Rain Song” by Led Zeppelin played soon after. It was their song, one
she had pretended to hate every time he played it, claiming that the song was
far too long. Despite her protests, she would hold his hand and lean against
his chest and let Dean sway her back and forth in the privacy of his room.
He had tried to apologize. He played their song and took her
hand and tried to tell her everything would be fine. In turn, she withdrew her
hand and got into the bed. Shaking her head and mumbling something about him
spending time with his family while he could.
Dean’s normal MO was to push all of this away. To deal with
it tomorrow. He snorted, thinking
about how many times he had attempted to push feelings away until tomorrow.
He had run out of tomorrows.
Finding his phone, Dean dialed a familiar number. The call
went directly to voicemail, as he expected it would. He wasn’t sure what he was
going to say, but when the beep sounded, the words just poured out of him.
“Hey, it’s me. I – you were right. About the Brits. Ketch has brainwashed my mom, Lady Toni what’s-her-face and Sam are arguing in the
war room – oh, we’re trapped in the bunker, by the way. They’ve locked
everything from the outside, they’ve stopped the air pumps. This is it. I’m
going to die in here, and we could have stopped this. We could have prevented
this. I should have listened to you. I’m sorry that I didn’t. And I’m sorry for
what I said. You are family. I know you and me, we say things we mean, even if
we shouldn’t say it, but that was one thing I did not mean. You’re – you’re everything.
When I get off the phone, I’m going back out there with Sammy and that bitchy
Brit, and I’m gonna try to find a way out of this. But in case I don’t – well,
there are some things we don’t say out loud, right?”
He started the record player again, set his phone next to
it, and left the room. Whatever there was left to say, he’d have to let Zeppelin say it for him.
Get yourselves ready for some serious fluffy smushy shit. I love a good bath, and couldn’t get this out of my head so I thought I’d type it out.
Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.
Harry hummed as he knelt by the free-standing bath, hands
fiddling with the tap as he tried to find the perfect temperature. It was
Thursday, and every Thursday his miss would get home at 6pm, tired and grumpy,
and sink into the pre-run bath that Harry so carefully set up each week. It was
a tradition that had gone on for as long as Harry could remember, and whenever
he was at home in their shared apartment, he made sure he followed through.
Normally, his better half was a big snuggler, and the pair
would spend every second that they could around each other. They were both keen
on physical touch, and it was one of the things that made their relationship so
fulfilling. Thursdays however, were sacred. She would always have her bath
completely alone, and Harry knew that it was her time to just be with herself
and think. So, while she was in the bath, he would go and run on the treadmill.
He loved the feeling of running for the sake of running, his heart pounding and
limbs covered in a light sheen of sweat. It was his alone time and it was just as sacred as hers.
Harry was pulled from his thoughts as he heard their front
door open and closed, and the sound of shoes being kicked off carelessly, and
he smiled to himself, shutting off the taps to the full bath and heading out to
greet her. “Hey you,” he said, grinning at her, his arms open wide. She gladly
accepted his embrace, her arms wrapping loosely around his waist and lips
pressing a little kiss to his neck. “Hey,” she mumbled, eyes flickering shut.
Harry pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, enjoying the feeling of
their bodies against each other. “You had a big day love?” he asked softly, his
large hand rubbing over her back. “Mm,” she hummed, her check against his
chest. “C’mon then. Ran yer bath… C’mon,” he answered, pulling away gently, his
hands finding her shoulders as he guided her to the bathroom.
“Righ’,” he said, fingers finding the zip to her dress.
Unzipping her, he smiled, watching as she shivered slightly when his fingers
made contact with her bare skin. He gently undid her bra, sliding the straps from
her shoulders and tossing it into the laundry basket along with the dress. “There
yer go,” he murmured, lips pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. He loved seeing
her like this, and it wasn’t even that sexual for him. It was more comforting,
and he felt so lucky to be the person she had chosen to share these vulnerable
moments with. “’M gunna be runnin’,” he said, meeting her eyes as she turned to
face him. “N’then we can make some dinner? Pasta good?” he asked, smiling at
her. “Mm,” she answered, nodding and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Love
yer,” he stated as moved to leave. “Love you more,” she replied as he shut the
He had only been running for about ten minutes before a
familiar hand lightly touched his back. He jumped, stopping the treadmill and
turning to look at the figure which had caused his surprise. “Oh! Sorry,” she
giggled softly, wrapped up in a big, white towel. “S’ok,” he chuckled. “Tha’
was quick!” he smiled. “I…” she sighed, reaching out for his hand. “Not done.
Just… I thought… I just would quite like you to join me.” Butterflies began to
flutter in Harry’s stomach and he squeezed her hand, leaning in to press a kiss
to her forehead. So often she caught him off guard like this, turning him back
into the nervous, infatuated teenager he’d been for the first few months of
their long term relationship. “F’course miss. I’d love to. Y’alright though?”
he asked gently, concern causing his forehead to wrinkle. “Yeah. Just want to
be close to you,” she answered. “Been one of those days,” she sighed, her
shoulders tensing slightly. “Oh little one… C’mon,” he replied, leading her
back to the bathroom.
He was quick to discard his sweats, jockeys and tshirt,
slipping into the bath, his legs spread to create a space for her. “Ooh…” he
exhaled, enjoying the feeling of the warm water against his skin. “In yer get,”
he grinned, adjusting slightly as she got in with him, her figure slotting
almost impossibly perfectly against his own. “Can see why yer love this so
much,” he murmured, his eyes half closed and his fingers trailing lightly up
and down her arms. He could feel her relaxing against him, and he hummed
happily, enjoying being so close to her. He knew she felt the same way as she
nuzzled into him, her own eyes closing and body going almost floppy at his
“I am so grateful for you, Haz,” she murmured, her voice
almost a whisper. “Was thinking about it today. How you always seem to be able
to give me exactly what I need. I don’t even think you know how much better
everything is when you’re around… Mm… I love you,” she finished, pressing a
couple of lazy kisses to strong arm that was cradling her. It didn’t take much
to get Harry emotional, and her words washed over him, his eyes almost
threatening tears. “Love yer to the moon ‘n back,” he murmured, smiling contentedly.
request : hii! love your writing! could you write an imagine where Stiles and the reader are dating and they go on a road trip and just fluff. thanks <3
word count : 2.7K
author’s note : this deviates from the original request in the aspect that the reader and stiles are not yet together, but are getting there. thank you for requesting and for reading !!
“Stiles? Any reason why you’re half asleep in front of my locker right now?” Y/N peered down at her friend, whom, as stated previously, was slumped in front of her locker with his backpack curled in his arms and his lips parted in a way that told pretty much everyone he was on the verge of passing out. He jerked awake suddenly, a familiar spasm of flailing limbs that Y/N had seen on many occasions previous to this one.
He got to his feet, slinging his bag over his shoulder and greeting Y/N with an all encompassing hug that lifted her slightly off her feet because of how tight it was and made her heart do a little nervous flip because of who was doing the hugging. “Sorry, was waiting up for you ‘cause I have a question but then… well, you know the rest,” he gestured to where he had been sleeping just moments before with a little laugh and an awkward rubbing of the back of his neck. Y/N noted that boys do that quite often, from what she’s seen.
She touched a hand to the back of her own neck to see if it brought her the same sort of comfort that it seemed to bring every boy she had ever come into contact with, but she just felt odd, so she brought her hand back to her side.
“Oh,” Y/N smiled at him, she couldn’t help it, and turned to open her locker as he leaned against the row next to hers. “So, what was the question, buddy?” She prodded, thrusting her bag into Stiles’ hands without warning and instructing him to open it for her. She adjusted her hair in the mirror on the door before chucking it into her bag along with the books she hadn’t bothered to bring home already. She knew for a fact that Stiles had cleaned out his locker ages ago and only insisted on coming back to school every day for two purposes: he had nothing better to do, and he loved the vexed look that would cross Bobby Finstock’s face whenever the man glimpsed the lanky eighteen year old in the hallways.
The look on coach’s face was enough to send Stiles running down the hallway with a gleeful look on his face, screaming at the top of his lungs how much he loves Finstock until Lydia’s mother was called out of her office to stop the disturbance he was causing.
He had been paying more attention to the side of Y/N’s face than the words coming out of her mouth up until she slammed the locker shut, causing Stiles to flinch and jerk back. “Ouch, Y/N, cool it with the slamming, would ya?”
“You were gawking at me like an idiot,” she explained, not letting him justify himself before she continued on, “What was your question, again?”
Stiles, struggling to recover from his faux pas but failing due to the new color in his cheeks, placed Y/N’s bag on the ground and made sure it was secure before answering her. “Right, that…” He paused, not sure if he wanted to ask her the question anymore after what had just happened. If he couldn’t manage to keep his cool around her for a mere five minutes, how was he supposed to manage doing so for what was most likely going to be a trip that was a week long, possibly more depending on the amount of stops they made. She waited patiently as ever. Y/N had learned to be patient when it came to Stiles.
“Um, well, I was just wondering if you maybe, possibly, wanted to go on a little bit of what sort of is an adventure with me this summer?” Before Y/N could answer, Stiles was talking again. “Well, okay, it’s not really an adventure and it’s more of a thing where I don’t wanna go move into my dorm alone and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me on the drive and help me move in and stuff. It’s a two day drive with no stops but I figure you’ll probably wanna stop and whatnot and that’s fine as long as you’re with me on the trip and then I’ll pay for your plane ticket back I just really want someone to drive with me and also I need you to drive because I lost my license inside that stupid wild hunt train station….”
Y/N gaped at him for a second. She was slightly baffled that so many words had just come out of his mouth, though considering it was Stiles and she had known him since the age of eleven, she probably shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was. “You don’t want Scott to come?” She asked, lifting her bag from the ground and holding it securely in her arms.
Stiles, now afraid that she had no desire to accompany him on this road trip and feeling sufficiently embarrassed, said, “Oh, that’d be, you know, cool, but Scott’s staying in California and he still wants to stay for his mom and stuff and you were my first choice to come with me, anyway, but if you don’t want to that’s fine I’ll ask Lydia or something-”
“Oh my gosh, Stiles!” Y/N exclaimed with a shake of her head, grabbing his arm before he could run away. “I’ll do the road trip with you! God, calm down sometimes, will you?”
He scoffed. “Do you not know me at all, Y/N?”
“You can’t complain about the music I listen to.” Y/N told Stiles, stern. He rolled his eyes at her, stacking one box precariously on top of another. She had folded down the backseat of her mother’s car in order to make more room for Stiles’ stuff, since he was moving into his dorm as well. They had fit as much as they could in there for now; he would whatever else he needed when his dad came up before the first day of his classes.
“As the passenger of this car, I have a right to complain, Miss Y/N.”
“As the person driving your dumbass across the U.S. and then driving myself back, you have absolutely zero right to complain, Mieczyslaw.” Y/N laughed to herself as Stiles let out a loud groan, scowling at her from the passenger seat as she climbed into her car.
“Now, you-” he shook his head at her- “you’re terrible. Just terrible. I don’t know why I’m best friends with you. At all. I should be given a large present just for putting up with your bullshit.”
“Yeah, yeah, Stiles,” Y/N laughed, patting his knee as she started the car. “Just remember, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”
“Stop trying to be Dean Winchester.”
He stared at the empty place in front of her as they sat in the diner. Y/N was sipping on her water, confused as to why he was so fixated on the fact that she wasn’t hungry right now.
“You’ve gotta be hungry,” he finally said, glancing down at the generous heap of curly fries that were piling on his plate. He had ordered two plates for himself and combined them without realizing that Y/N hadn’t ordered a thing besides the glass of water she had managed to make last throughout the hour. “C’mon, order something.” She shook her head adamantly.
“No, no, I’m not hungry, I swear,” she insisted for the third time that hour. It was also because they had about twenty dollars to their name at this point, and they were only halfway to D.C. and needed the credit card to pay for a motel on the nights where they couldn’t bear to sleep in the stuffy car or outside.
“You’re too stubborn,” he sighed. Stiles took another look at his fries, called the waitress over, and asked for another plate. He shoved more than half of his fries off his plate and onto hers, pushing it toward her. “Eat, okay? For me?” He gave her a tiny smile as he bit into one of his own fries, and Y/N felt her stomach squeeze when that soft grin was sent her way.
She was snoring and Stiles couldn’t find it in him to care. He just didn’t. Nothing she did ever bothered him, or could ever bother him. They were in the car, the air conditioner blasting as high as it could go. They were parked somewhere in some state that Stiles couldn’t remember the name of because he was so damn sleep deprived he wasn’t thinking straight. He figured her snoring was what was keeping him up, but waking her up was something he’d rather not do. Mostly because he never seen someone with a look of such serenity on their face whilst they were sleeping; her window was wide open, a pillow was propped on it so she could rest comfortably, and she was doing just that. She looked incredibly peaceful and calm and happy and Stiles loved this look on her.
Well, he had grown to love every look on her, but that was a whole different conversation.
He reached behind his seat and grabbed a blanket, placing it over her but still careful not to wake her up. Just in case she was cold. Stiles turned away and slumped against his seat, closing his eyes. He was just being a good friend. It didn’t mean anything, right?
Y/N wakes up first that morning, her eyes peeling open and staring almost directly into the soft rays of the just rising sun. She feels the warmth on her face, the sky a pink so lovely when she looks at it, it could rival the way she feels when Stiles Stilinski looks into her eyes as if maybe he’s in love with her, too. She had felt his hand reaching for hers in the middle of the night, when she was somewhere in between awake and asleep, and had grasped it in hers as tightly as she could. It was a moment she had wanted to keep locked away in her mind forever.
“Y/N? You up?” Stiles called out, his voice still raspy with sleep. He released her hand from his as soon as he had woken up, reluctantly so. She hummed in response, glancing over at Stiles as he struggled to sit up. He had twisted himself into an odd sort of pretzel shape in the middle of the night in an effort to get comfortable. He groaned as his back cracked. “Jesus, that was the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been, ever.”
“Don’t be a baby,” Y/N said teasingly, sending him a smile. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. It was too early for such a lovely sight, he thought to himself, rubbing his eyes. Stiles playfully punched her arm in response, not knowing what else to do. “No, but seriously, should we get a motel next time we’re too tired to keep driving?”
“Yeah, why not? We haven’t used the credit card yet, we should splurge,” he joked, knowing a motel was not a luxury in the slightest. It was still better than their current situation, though. “I’m cheap, though, so we might have to spring for a single bedroom only. Like, you know, with only one bed.”
“I know, Stiles,” she replied, seemingly unfazed.
“So… you’re cool with that?”
Her heart hammering in her chest, she said, “Why wouldn’t I be?” He shrugged in response, secretly just a little giddy.
Stiles worriedly peered out the car window, waiting for Y/N to return from the little convenient store next to the gas station. She had told him she needed to grab a few things from the store but they were down to their last five bucks and they had a good two days to go. And Y/N was pretty much always hungry. Suddenly, the door to the shop flew open and Y/N came running out with multiple bags of snacks in her hands and a mischievous grin on her face. Stiles quickly opened the car door and she threw herself inside, shoving the snacks between them and screaming, “GO, GO, GO!” Alarmed, Stiles fumbled with the keys and was screeching out of the parking lot before they knew it.
“Did you just fucking steal those?”
“We had two bucks left, Stiles!”
Laughing hysterically despite the fact that Y/N could have just became a known fugitive across this town, Stiles beamed at her as he drove. He wasn’t technically supposed to be driving, but he wasn’t thinking about that in this moment. All he could think of was- “God, I love you,” he said, louder than necessary and with more force than he ever thought possible. He said it so loud that the words prevailed over the thump of the music pounding through the car speakers, and he knew once the words slipped past his lips he could never take them back. And maybe he didn’t want to.
They were in his dorm room now. She was sitting on his roommate’s bed, the roommate that had yet to arrive, and folding Stiles’ jeans neatly because Stiles was hopeless when it came to neatly putting his clothes away. Stiles was putting his books on the small shelf he had been granted that was next to his new desk, where he had set up his computer already. He had a framed picture of him, Scott, and Y/N on his bedside table. It was almost perfect. He looked over at Y/N, putting the last book on the shelf and taking a deep breath. He sat on his own bed, patting the seat next to him.
“You okay, Stiles?” She placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, no, I’m totally fine,” he said, his voice squeaking slightly. His hands were clammy and his lips now felt oddly dry and cracked. He licked them nervously. “I just need to tell you something really, really important.”
“Go for it.” Her smile was encouraging, and so he did.
He sighed again, struggling to find the right words to tell this girl how he felt, how he had always felt, how he’d been feeling this past week and the way he knew he’d feel for the rest of his life. “Love is… love is stumbling through life with your best friend, you know? It’s this beautiful, wonderful thing. And I think that… that when you think that you’ve found love, then you’ve gotta go for it, right? Well, this is me going for it. You’re my best friend, all right? And you’re my person. The person I wanna spend my life with, as messy and shitty and complicated as it may be. I wanna stumble through life with you, okay? So, I’m just hoping that maybe you’ll wanna stumble through life with me, too.”
She didn’t need to think twice before reaching for his face and kissing him, her Stiles, the idiot she loved so much it made her brain hurt sometimes. He was hers, too. And if there was one person she was going to live a messy and wild and unpredictable and great life with, it was going to be him. Stiles pulled away first, bumping his nose against hers playfully.
“I don’t want you to leave now,” he frowned, his face still in close proximity to hers as he brushed her hair out of her face. “Wanna transfer schools?” His eyes lit up when he had this idea, but in his heart he knew that going to NYU had been a dream of hers for awhile and he would never ask her to seriously give such a thing up.
“I’m a three hour drive from you, Stiles, I’ll come to see you all the time. Or you can come to me and I’ll show you around the city,” Y/N kissed him again. “I’m not letting you go now that I’ve got you.”
“Likewise, pretty girl,” he said with a stupidly dreamy smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks that wouldn’t leave so long as he had her, and it only took a ridiculously long overdue road trip to bring them together.