and this was before a lift walk

I Love You

Prompt: 101. “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut

Word Count: 585

A/N: So, here is part 4 of nightmares and bruises!! I hope you all like it! This is short but I’m going to try and post another part tonight. Requests are open.

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Originally posted by idiotharringtons

Y/N woke early and carefully pulled herself out of Billy’s grip. She was aware of the bruises he had left on her neck and made a mental reminder to grab a scarf before leaving to meet Steve. She quickly got changed, grabbed her bag and then walked downstairs. She ate a quick breakfast before grabbing a bucket and starting to chop up and throw in all the meat they had in the house. She had planned to sneak out before Billy woke up and just leave a note and the spare set of keys. However, as always, her plan seemed to backfire.

“What are you doing?” Billy’s voice was still very dozy but he was looking from the bucket to her quite rapidly.

“Science project.” She quickly said as she finished adding the meat. She washed her hands as Billy moved forward to take a look in the bucket.

“With a shit tonne of raw meat?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Dustin is making enzyme volcanoes and wants to investigate which one reacts with hydrogen peroxide better. Obviously, it will be liver but it’s his project.” She shrugged to emphasise her point before she turned to make sure she had everything she could need in her bag.

“You need a lift?” He questioned as he grabbed a glass of water.

“No, I should be fine walking but I’ve got to get going.” Y/N quickly pulled on a thin jacket, that she would later regret, and went to walk to the door where her bag and bucket were waiting.

Billy caught her arm. “You know I wouldn’t really count you as someone to sleep with someone and run.” There was a smile on his face but she could see the insecurity behind his eyes.

She raised an eyebrow and grabbed his face and roughly kissed him. “I can’t avoid this, it’s important.” She rested her forehead against his.

“Yeah, sorry. How ‘bout I pick you up at 8. We could actually go somewhere.” He asked with a small smile.

“Yeah, okay.” She smiled before turning to leave. Her nerves were catching up and she started shaking.

“You sure you’re okay, princess?” Billy asked still stood in the kitchen as she reached the door.

“Yeah it’s just… I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, Billy Hargrove, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.” She smiled before quickly leaving before he could reply. He stood there frozen in her kitchen. He was unable to comprehend that she could love him back.

Y/N walked quickly to the meeting place to find Steve and Dustin already waiting. Steve threw her a pair of gloves and they set off. Dustin was a few steps in front of them when Steve noticed the marks on her neck. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” She turned to him.

“What’s on your neck?” He asked.

“Nothing.” She said pulling her collar up and mentally scolding herself for forgetting a scarf.

“You sure?” He raised an eyebrow like an annoyed mother.

“Yep. Let’s get monster hunting.”

Vanilla Rules || Ch 4

GROUP: BTS
PAIRING: JIMIN x READER

Genre: Badboy! au, romance, drama, angst

Word count: 2.6k

SYNOPSIS:

The hate saga between you and baddie of the town Park Jimin rests on two very simple rules: 1.) Hate each other for the rest of your lives and 2.)under no circumstances fall in love with each other. But what happens when the possibility of love threatens this dynamic?

A/N: Here is Ch4!! I hope you guys enjoy reading it!! Thank you so much for all the love and support you have shown this fic!! ❤️

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4


Originally posted by raxacoricofallapatoriusx

The next day you found yourself to be the subject of almost every conversation that you were absentmindedly paying attention to. Curious eyes followed every movement throughout the day. Although you were very annoyed at how things were going, there was one thing to be thankful for: Jimin’s absence. He was nowhere to be seen, and your heart felt relieved beyond words could express. You weren’t sure whether the circulating rumours had made their way to him or not, but you doubted he would care.

Devil might have been listening to you because just then you bumped into none other than the man in question himself. Glaring at him, you tried to sidestep but he blocked your way by sliding in your way. You tried the same on your right but he did the same again. He was smirking down at you as usual and for a brief moment you wondered whether he could ever express himself any differently.

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My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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waking up the wolf inside

[here’s the full story, thanks for reading!]

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Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.

Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.

Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.

And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.

Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.

“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.

Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.

The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.

Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”

Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”

Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”

“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”

Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.

Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.

“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”

What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”

“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”

Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.

Water.” Derek growls.

“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.


“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”

Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”

Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.

“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”

Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”

“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.

“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”

Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”

“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.

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Stolen Moments

Adrien loved moments like this.

Pinned between the door and his girlfriend’s lovely figure, he felt himself growing hot and dizzy under her kisses. Yet he refrained from crying out her name, or for taking it any further. It wasn’t exactly the best situation to do anything besides make out and desperately wish they were somewhere more private.

“So did you lure me here to make sweet music, my lady?” he teased, referring to their new hiding spot in the music cupboard, in between short gasps for air as Marinette trailed hot kisses down his jawline.

Marinette nibbled his neck in response, giggling as she did so. “You’re impossible. To pun even when an awesome girl is kissing you.” Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up and kissed his nose. “And I did not lure you here. You followed me!”

“You started it,” Adrien teased, playing with a loose lock of hair at the side of her face. “You can’t walk past me giving me bedroom eyes-”

“Bedroom eyes!?”

“- Yup! Bedroom eyes. Can’t use them and not expect me to follow you.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, wiggling out of his grasp to search the cupboard for whatever it was Nino had asked her to grab. At least, that’s what Adrien assumed she was here for. Why else would a fashion student go to the music department of their university? “A- I did not use bedroom eyes, and B- you know that’s only about eighty-three percent stalkery of you, right?”

Adrien ducked after her, half-chasing her around a dusty shelf filled with handheld drums. Grinning from ear to ear, he caught her waist, pulling her flush against him. “Only eight-three percent? I need to up my game. You doing anything tonight? Mind if this poor stray follows you home?”

“God it’s a good thing you’re pretty,” Marinette sighed, but the falseness of her exasperation was given away by the smirk on her lips and the spark of mirth in her eyes. Adrien’s heart skipped a beat. “I don’t think I could stand it if you weren’t.”

“I knew you only liked me for my body,” Adrien gasped, flopping down onto her shoulder and letting out a huge fake sob. “Such betrayal, love bug! My heart can’t take it!”

“You’ll live,” Marinette snorted in response, patting him on the head. “Or maybe you won’t. But if you survive then sure, you’re welcome to stalk- I mean- walk me home.”

Lifting up his head, Adrien smiled. Leaning his forehead against hers, he let himself rest there for a moment. Sensing his change of mood, Marinette sighed in contentment. Her smirk turned into a small smile, the last thing Adrien saw before he closed his eyes and let himself relax.

There were times where he felt like this wasn’t real, that he’d not been so lucky as to find his best friend and love of his life wrapped up in one wonderful person. Truthfully, he feared it. The happiness he felt seemed almost like it wasn’t meant to last, like clouds after a rainstorm, just before the sun was about to reappear. He clung to moments such as these, how quickly they could go from heated to teasing to loving. He had to. Everything about his past suggested that it wasn’t going to last.

But then Marinette would do something to remind him that he wasn’t his past. Things that seemed so simple, but were everything to him. Things that made him remember that the moments weren’t fleeting. Things like reaching up to take her hands in his, pulling them to her lips and whispering a fond “I love you,” to make him remember that it was real. That his past was his past, and they could make their future whatever they wanted it to be.

Adrien loved moments like this. Stolen moments he could lock away in his mind, to repeat over and over again until they were as much a part of him as his lungs or his heart.

But what Adrien really loved the most, was the fact that Marinette was such a good partner in crime. Stealing those moments right along with him.

Although, judging from the fact that they were superheroes, he thought he ought to get a better analogy. He made a mental note to do so when he wasn’t so utterly distracted by the girl in his arms.

“I love you too,” he whispered, pouring every bit of emotion he had into the look he sent her way. “And you’re giving me bedroom eyes again.”

“Not again.” Marinette pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulder, her eyes heavy. “Just for the first time.”

It was as Adrien was preparing for another one of their stolen moments that three large knocks reverberated from the music room door. Marinette squeaked, leaping away from Adrien whilst Adrien tried to wipe the lipstick off of his face.

“DUDES” Nino’s voice echoed through the closed door. He did not sound pleased. “CAN YOU STOP TRYING TO MAKE BABIES FOR FIVE FREAKING MINUTES AND GET ME MY DAMN SPARE GUITAR STRINGS? I HAVE AN EXAM IN LIKE A HALF HOUR!”

Marinette turned a delightful shade of pink, though she didn’t try to deny Nino’s accusations. Quickly snatching the strings she’d offered to get for him, she walked over to the door and opened it with a sheepish smile. “Sorry Nino.”

Nino raised his eyebrow. Looking between the pair, he shook his head but thanked Marinette for the strings nonetheless. “‘Kay,” he shrugged, offering a little salute. “As you were.”

As he closed the door behind him, leaving Adrien and Marinette alone, Adrien couldn’t help but chuckle. “And here I was thinking Nino stole our stolen moment!”

Marinette buried her head in her hands, the tips of her ears red enough to rival her ladybug suit.

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A surprise oneshot from mine and @edendaphne‘s reverse love square college au When Duty and Desire Meet- which you can read on AO3! This is a look into what their lives might be like post reveal but who knows if the main plot will go in this direction or not? *evil cackle* ;D

Run To You Part Two

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Run To You Part One

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Word Count: 2,297

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of abuse/violence. Possible spoilers for Season Two?

Authors Note: This continues straight from the first part. I am so incredibly overwhelmed by the response I have already received for this story!! I just wanted to write something to fuel by unhealthy obsession with Dacre Montgomery and you guys have made me feel so loved, so thank you! I will possibly write one final Part to this, let me know if you want it or just what you think! I am accepting requests for Stranger Things.

Tagged For: @fabulouskilljoyonpatrol -

Disclaimer: I do in no way condone Billy’s behaviour or views in the show, nor do I intend to romanticise racism and abuse.

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Darkness washed over as the closet door was pushed shut and you shifted your weight uneasily on your feet.
Your eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness but you would bet anything Billy would have that perfect, yet annoying smirk on his face.
“Mmm, you’ve finally got me alone, huh princess.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, Billy. You’re not my type.”
He leant in closer and you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips.
“Is that so?”
His words sent shivers down your spine and you gulped, desperately fighting the urge to kiss him.
You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back lightly.
“What’s it gonna take to get you to go on a date with me, huh?”
You could faintly make out his features now and he saw you roll your eyes.
“Oh I dunno, maybe a complete personality change?”
He chuckled.
“At lest you’re attracted to me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
He leant forward again and this time you didn’t stop him.
“You’re not denying it.”
His tongue darted across his lips, leaving them glistening and he placed his hand on the wall behind your head.
You bit your lip, unable to find the energy or the courage to resist him.
He leant closer and dipped his head, his breath ghosting over your collar bone and trailing up your neck.
You closed your eyes, heat burning within you as the intoxicating scent of his cologne filled your lungs.
“I know you want me, princess.”
That was all it took, that stupid fucking  nickname that drove you wild. The final string holding back your urges snapped and you pushed him against the wall.
Your lips crashed against his with an urgent hunger and your hands pulled his head to yours.
He smiled into your kiss but met you with the same urgency and passion, his hands snaking around your waist and pulling your body against his.
In the dark you stumbled as he pushed you back against the wall and you whimpered as he pushed himself against you.
You ran your tongue across his bottom lip and bit it lightly, earning a low groan.
His hands roamed down your side and found their way you your ass and he pushed himself against you once more.
You came up for air and he kissed down your neck, sucking harshly at the soft skin and you were too wound up in the heat of it all to worry about the bruises he was leaving.
Your hands roamed down his chest and you grasped his shirt before lifting them back up and running them through his hair.
His head lifted and his lips crashed against yours in another hungry kiss.
He ground his hips against you while he squeezed your ass and you moaned against his lips.
“Billy.” You pushed him away gently.
You were both breathing heavily and the way he was looking at you lit something inside you that only he seemed to ignite.
When he came in for another kiss it took everything you had to turn your head and dodge his soft lips.
He smirked as he pulled away and he opened his mouth to say something when the door was ripped open.
The light from the room exposed you and Billy’s friends cheered.
Almost instantly he was back to his cocky self and he walked out of the closet with a coy grin on his face.
You took a deep breath and walked out of the closet.
Billy turned back to look at you and you met his eye for a fleeting moment before you left the room and fled to the haven of your own home.

You had been dreading going to school after the party but there had been no need to worry.
Billy hadn’t been there for two days and when he did finally show up he barely took any notice of you.
It was no surprise really.
Guys like Billy only wanted one thing, and you had been naive to think that whatever you thought was going on between you was in reality nothing more than a drunken kiss.
You rummaged through your bag, looking for your keys as you walked towards the car park.
Finally you pulled them out just before you reached your car and you looked up to see Billy leaning against the hood, a signature cigarette between his lips.
You took a deep breath and walked straight past him and unlocked the door.
“Ohh cmon, don’t be like that, princess.” He called.
You opened the door and tossed your bag onto the passenger seat.
Billy pushed off the hood and grabbed hold of the door and finally you looked at him.
He didn’t have his usual cocky aura about him today and when you looked at him you noticed the ghost of a bruise under his eye and his bottom lip was slightly swollen.
He sensed you looking at his healing wounds and he cleared his throat.
You blushed slightly.
“I’m.. are you okay?”
Billy frowned, taken aback by your concern. No one ever bothered asking if he was okay.
“I’m fine.”
The way he was avoiding your eyes insinuated that he was in fact not fine but you didn’t want to press him on it, at least not here.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Got a hot date with my homework.” You joked.
Billy smirked and licked his lips.
“Come out with me.”
You looked into the abyss of his blue eyes and saw a spark of that fire you had seen at the party.
Just as you were about to answer Billy’s sister Max walked past, holding her head down sheepishly and gripping her skateboard.
Billy glanced at her and looked back at the kid she had been talking to and you saw his jaw clench.
“What did I tell you about hanging out with that kid, Max?” He snarled.
Max ran a hand through her long red hair.
“I wasn’t! I swear.”
She quickly got into the car, slamming the door shut and averting her gaze.
Billy closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, reining in his anger.
You glanced back at the kid she had allegedly been hanging out with and you saw how deflated he looked.
“You know I’ve seen that boy around. He’s a good kid.”
“She shouldn’t be hanging out with kids like that.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“What is that supposed to mean? Cause he’s black?”
Billy’s jaw clenched again and he took a long drag of his smoke.
“It means she should listen to me if she doesn’t want to get in trouble.”
You frowned, deciphering his words.
“In trouble? With who?” You glanced at his fading bruises and your voice softened. “Billy who did this to you?”
“It doesn’t matter. Do you wanna come out with me or not?”
“Billy I-“
“Forget it.” He turned on his heels and slid into his car before you could say another word.
He cranked the music up, drowning out your calls and tore out of the car park.



You yawned as you drove and turned the radio a little louder, hoping the music would help keep you awake.
The backroads of Hawkins were still unfamiliar and you drove slower than usual as you navigated around the bends and potholes.
You had spent the evening studying at the library. Your parents had gone away to visit your sick Aunt and you didn’t particularly like being home alone. So you’d stayed at the library til it closed before having dinner at the local diner.
It was a little past midnight when you turned the corner onto Maple Street and you pressed down on the accelerator.
“In the midnight hour!” You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel. “She cried more, more, more!”
You bobbed your head along to Billy Idols ‘Rebel Yell’ when suddenly you slammed on your brakes.
A figure had staggered out into the road and your car skidded out slightly before coming to a stop.
Fucking drunks.
You took a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart and released your grip on the steering wheel.
You looked at the drunk, swaying with every step they took before falling to their knees.
A cloud shifted in the night sky and the moonlight illuminated the mans hair.
Was that..?
You could recognise that hair anywhere so you turned off the ignition and got out of the car.
“Billy?”
He groaned in response as he tried to stand and failed.
He knelt on the road and you walked briskly over to him.
“Billy?” You called again.
He looked up at you and your breath caught in your throat.
His lip was split and swollen and he had blood on his nose. The left side of his face was red, matching his slightly torn and half unbuttoned shirt.
“What happened?” You asked as you knelt before him.
His head swung forward, too heavy for him to hold up himself.
He didn’t seem drunk and you couldn’t smell any alcohol at all but he was definitely in some sort of state.
You bit your lip and gently cupped his face and lifted his head.
His eyelids were heavy and he struggled to focus on you but after a few blinks he registered.
“(Y/N)?”
“What happened? Are you okay?”
His head bobbed forward again and you shifted to his side.
You lifted his arm over your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his side.
He shivered against you and you realised how cold he must be, out here for god knows how long in just his jeans and ripped shirt.
“Cmon, lets get you up.”
You managed to get him standing and together you staggered to your car where you helped him into the passenger seat.
Once he was in you leant across him to clip in the seatbelt.
You hadn’t been this close to him since the incident in the closet and you couldn’t help but breath in the intoxicating mix of his cologne and natural scent.
His head leant against you as you fumbled with the seatbelt and he let out a low groan.
There was a sense of vulnerability to him now.
It wasn’t just because of his semi conscious state, or because it was just you and him.
But the blood from his nose and the bruises forming on his cheek indicated that something had gone down tonight  and you suddenly felt very protective of him.
Once his seatbelt was secure you ran around the car and hopped in.
“Billy, where do you live?” You asked as you started the engine.
“Can’t.”
“Can you tell me where you live?” You repeated.
“Can’t go home.”  He mumbled.
You bit your lip and pondered your options. Your parents were out of town and as long as he was gone by tomorrow night they’d never find out.
Simple.
You’d take him home, clean him up, let him sleep off whatever this was and drop him home in the morning.
Simple.



The drive back to your house was uneventful. You kept up conversation, trying to keep him engaged although he just mumbled incoherently.
Every now and then you would hear him say ‘Max’ or your name or ‘Harrington’ but you figured it was just random mumbling of his confused mind.
You managed to get him inside easy enough and you helped him to your bedroom. He seemed to being coming to, slowly, and you tok that as a good sign.
He laid against your pillows on the bed and you pulled off his boots and placed them on the ground.
Once you had covered him with a blanket you went to get the essentials.
You returned with a damp washcloth, a first aid kit, a bag of frozen peas, a clean towel, a bottle of water and some paracetamol.
“I’m gonna wash your face, okay?”
He nodded and you perched beside him on the edge of the bed.
Carefully you wiped the dried blood from his face with the wash cloth. Next, you dabbed some alcohol onto a cotton ball and held it up.
“This might sting.”
He closed his eyes and you gently ran the cotton over his cuts.
He winced as you wiped his lip and you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest.
You didn’t like seeing anyone in pain, and for some reason you felt sick at the thought of anyone hurting Billy.
“You gonna tell me what happened?”
You asked quietly as you applied some cream to the bruises forming across his cheekbone and jaw.
He gazed at you with hooded eyes.
“Max.. She..”
You frowned. “Is she okay?”
He nodded slowly and you wrapped a towel around the frozen peas before offering them to Billy.
He closed his eyes and when he opened them you noticed the way they were glistening with unshed tears.
“Oh, Billy.” You whispered.
He lifted his hand as if he was embarrassed and wiped at his eyes and you noticed blood on his knuckles.
Gently you pulled his hands towards you and you said nothing more as you cleaned the blood and cuts on his hands.
“I’ll let you get some rest. I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.” You stood and started gathering the supplies.
“(Y/N)?”
You met his eye and he reached out for you.
“Can you stay?”
You hesitated for only a moment before nodding and tiptoeing around the bed.
You slid in next to him, the both of you still fully clothed and he raised his arm before pulling you into his side.
You curled up against him and buried your head in his chest.
Neither of you spoke, there was no need.
You traced your fingers over his chest and somewhere between the sound of his heartbeat and his fingers running over your shoulder you both fell into slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms.

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Part Three

Bruise [ IV ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.8k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The frigid air blowing against your back did little to alleviate the heat brewing just under your skin, lips parted as you gulped down oxygen. A daze was overtaking your brain as your eyes fell shut and your lungs heaved, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin. His lips pressed into your barely covered chest, followed by your collarbones, making a trail of wet open mouthed kisses up your neck. It made a lazy smile flutter up on your lips, fingers reaching out to push through his hair as his palms slid along your hips, grinding you down against his lap. He leaned forward and combined his lips with your parted ones, exhaling heavily against them as his body fidgeted with a faint moan. It vibrated through you as your palms massaged his broad chest, the car filled with enough heat to begin fogging the tinted windows while you straddled his lap.

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professor || s.s

Relationship: Professor!Sebastian x reader

Summary: A one night stand turns into more of a problem when you realise that your professor is your one night stand.

Warnings: mentions of smut, drinking, age gap (reader is legal and in mid-twenties!!!), age difference, professor x student relationship

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: im kinda getting my groove back let’s hope it lasts during the week because uni is already making me wanna die (((:

also my cause of death is the second gif GOODBYE


Just one more shot!” Seemed to be the motto of your night as you insisted you and your friends needed to go partying on one last Friday night before you start for your masters degree. 

You weren’t ever the party girl, never really big on drinking, but that all changed when you saw your schedule for the semester. You were going to be cooped up in your room for the next eight months, no doubt about it. 

So why not have a little fun while you still can? It can’t hurt, right?

Six tequila shots in and you were quite possibly the happiest person in the club, no, on the Earth. Not a single care in your mind, everything was all about the moment and whatever you laid eyes on in that very moment. 

That just so happened to be the exact moment your eyes met a gorgeous pair of cool grey ones. It might’ve been your intoxicated state, but you could’ve sworn that you knew those eyes, that you’ve seen them before. 

Your thoughts were pushed aside when the man walked even closer to you, offering to buy you a drink, to which you declined because quite frankly, you didn’t want to yack in front of the gorgeous man in front of you. 

His face fell when you denied his offer, but quickly made up for it when you grabbed his hand, pulling him to the crowded (makeshift) dance floor, immediately grinding yourself against him. 

His hands were large and warm, splayed against your waist as they moved your body against his, small and breathy moans leaving his mouth every once in a while as his head fell in the crook of your neck. 

A few songs later and the next thing you knew you were outside in the alley behind the bar against the wall making out with the handsome stranger you had yet to learn the name of. 

Fuck,” you gasped when his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, undoubtedly working on leaving some type of mark on you, “Sebastian,” you heard him mumble, confusing you. 

“What?” You asked, still panting against his face, your arms still laced around his neck, “my name,” he said, “it’s Sebastian,” he repeated as you smirked, crashing your lips against his, “take me home, Sebastian” you whispered in a sultry tone before he grabbed your hand and flagging a cab down. 

 The cab ride to his place was filled with not-so-subtle touches as you both looked out of your respective windows, trying not to draw any attention to your states, which clearly didn’t work. 

Sebastian nearly dragged you out of the cab, quickly paying the driver before bolting into his building to the stairs, “it’s only the second floor,” he assured as you nodded but all you could focus was how broad his shoulders were. 

“I’m gonna fucking wreck you, doll,” he growled against your ear the second he had the door closed causing shivers to erupt on your skin as you followed him into the bedroom. 


Your head was pounding and every muscle in your body seemed to scream stop when you tried to sit or stand up. When you finally managed to muster up the strength to sit up and open your eyes you realised you were not, in fact, in your own bed. 

You gasped when you saw a man beside you, cursing when you couldn’t remember his name, even though it was right on the tip of your tongue. You checked your phone and found that it had thirty percent and you nearly cheered out loud. 

Quickly pulling on your clothes you took one last look at the very handsome sleeping man before walking out of his apartment, and making the walk to yours. 


Monday came sooner than you wanted it to, but your weekend was eventful and you couldn’t be happier at making the choice to go out on Friday. Your friends had pried every single detail from your night when you got home. You told them everything you could remember, but leaving out some of the more graphic details. 

You still couldn’t remember his name, you tried looking through your contacts to see if he maybe added his number, but nothing. It was still on the tip of your tongue, in the back of your mind, but you just couldn’t get it out. 

Either way, you knew you had to push the man out of your thoughts as you rushed to get ready for your first class. You hit snooze just one too many times and you were running behind. Figuring you’d have to skip on breakfast you grabbed a granola bar before rushing out of your apartment. 

You lived practically right beside campus, thankfully, so when you stepped on campus and saw your building you were relieved, it was the first day of classes as well, it shouldn’t be a problem if you’re a little late, right?

It was weird being on campus and in your mid-twenties surrounded by young eighteen year olds scurrying to find their classes, you almost laughed remembering your own panic when you had to find your classes as a freshman. 

Walking into the large building you quickly descended the stairs and into the basement before walking down to the end of the hall finally reaching the lecture hall and pulling the doors open, stumbling in. 

The room was quite, so quite as you clumsily stumbled in. Every single pair of eyes was on you as you made your way to the only seemingly empty seat at the front of the hall, slumping down in your seat. 

“As I was saying,” a male voice caught your attention, “my name is Dr. Stan, but you can call me Sebastian,” your heart dropped to your stomach as you slowly lifted your head to meet the same blue eyes, both your jaws tensing. 

“Let’s begin,” Sebastian said, his eyes lingering on yours for a second longer before turning to grab the textbook. 


“You slept with your professor!” Nat screeched, howling laughter continuing as you buried your head into the couch cushion as she continued laughing at your misery, “it’s not funny, we could both get in serious trouble,” you told her, sitting up as she raised a brow. 

“And why should anyone find out?” She questioned as you sighed, “I don’t know…” you trailed off realising just how paranoid you were being, “you’re both adults and you slept with him before you even knew he was gonna be teaching you,” she said, reassuring you as you nodded your head, slumping back against the couch. 

“I can’t even look at him without turning into a tomato,” you groaned as Nat let out another loud laugh, “you have leverage now,” she grinned mischievously as you rolled her eyes, “you’re ridiculous,” you laughed as she shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of her drink. 

Your first class with Dr. Stan, or Sebastian as he preferred, was awkward nonetheless. You couldn’t focus on what he was saying, barely making any notes as your mind screamed you’ve seen him naked! over and over again. 

It’s true though, whatever he was doing, you could picture him doing it naked, as gross, disturbing, and wrong as that sounded you just couldn’t help yourself. You knew he must’ve been uncomfortable as well because he would cough or stumble on his words every time his eyes landed on yours. 

Thankfully you didn’t have another one of his lectures until Thursday, hopefully you’d be able to push aside what happened and be professional. You’d just have to wait and see. 


You stood at his desk looking everywhere and anywhere other than him his words ringing in your mind, “Miss. [Y/L/N], may I have a word with you?” His voice just kept replaying in your mind, psyching yourself out for what he was going to say. 

You heard the door close as the last student was finally out, leaving just you and Sebastian, “so,” he said, clearing his throat as you finally looked up at him, almost out of reflex. 

God he was gorgeous. Dark brown locks brushed neatly behind his ears, his piercing blue eyes looking directly at you, his tailed suit hugging every curve of his body, no wonder you slept with him in the first place. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about, well,” he chuckled nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he looked at his feet. He was just as nervous about this as you, possibly more. 

“It’s okay,” you said quietly, his head shooting up at the sound of your voice, “neither of us knew you’d be teaching me and we were both a little intoxicated,” you assured him with a small smile he mimicked. 

“Right,” he spoke, “it doesn’t have to be weird at all,” even you knew that was a lie. Neither of you could look at each other without being flustered and neither of you were good at covering up your emotions. 

“It’s probably gonna be a little weird,” you laughed as he laughed as well, tipping his head to the side as he admired you, “that was a great night,” he whispered as both your laughter died down. 

Your breath hitched as he said that, a wave of arousal flowing through you as you remembered what you both did that night, “it’s illegal,” you warned, although you didn’t sound too convincing, “it wasn’t on that night,” he smirked as you straightened up, gaining some confidence. 

“Well, Dr. Stan,” you spoke in a fake preppy tone, “I must warn you that you’re venturing into some very dangerous waters,” now your tone was much more sultry than anything. You watched as he took a few steps towards you, his eyes much darker than when you first started talking to them. 

“Careful, Miss [Y/L/N], you don’t wanna start something you can’t finish,” he whispered, his breath fanning over your face, “who says I can’t finish it?” You smirked as he bit his lip, trying his hardest not to take you right then and there. 

The sound of voices outside the lecture hall made both you and Sebastian jump back just in time for the door to open and a new group of students came pouring in, “see you on Monday, Sebastian,” you smiled, returning to your normal voice before spinning on the heels of your feet and walking out of the hall. 

The second you were outside you let out a large sigh, you were in deep and there was no way anyone was coming out of this unscathed. Fuck. 


A/N: this is gonna be a mini-series so there’s gonna be more parts I promise!!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in it!

BTS Reaction to S/O Sitting on Their Lap & Popping a Boner // Light Smut

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Jin

Originally posted by toomanyjinfeels

He would be just finishing up with eating his plate of breakfast when you walked in. You were only wearing a large tshirt and underwear which to Jin was a fashion statement masterpiece. The sleepiness still lingered in your eyes when you came up to your boyfriend, so you rubbed them while taking a seat on his lap asking where your breakfast was. He wouldn’t be able to form a proper answer due to his body being frozen underneath you. You were driving him wild without even knowing it. He tried to control himself, but unfortunately failed. That’s when you felt something poking your thigh. You couldn’t hold back a smirk before you were lifted off of him, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He’d then try to cover it up, stumbling over his words.

“S-Sorry Jagi, your breakfast is in the k-kitchen. I’ll warm it up for you!”


Yoongi (Suga)

Originally posted by hoshiimochi

Usually he would scold you for interrupting his work; but this time he let it slide because he missed you. Upon walking into the studio, you would take a seat down on his lap, looking over his journal of lyrics and such with permission. While you were distracting glancing over the words, he was distracted by something growing in his pants with you being the cause. When you finally did notice his bulge poking out from underneath you; you would attempt to get up just to have Yoongi hold your hips in place. He’d lightly rock his hips, pressing up against yours while pulling yours down against him causing much needed friction.

“Where do you think you’re going kitten? You need to fix the problem that you caused.”


Hoseok (J-Hope)

Originally posted by hohbi

You would be wearing his favorite dress on you so the moment you sat in his lap with that dress. It would be over. Instant turn on for your Hobi. He would’ve already been watching you move from across the room. Noticing all your features accentuated and your curves wonderfully hugged by the dress. So when you sat on his lap, pressing down against him, he would instantly let out a low groan, moving his hands to keep your hips in place on his lap.

Hobi~..” you would whine as you felt him press himself up against you.

“I can’t help the fact that my jagi looks and feels so good.”

He wouldn’t even give you a chance to protest because he was up and carrying you to the bedroom two seconds after he said that.


Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

It wasn’t an accident, or meant to be innocent when you walked  over to sit on Joonie’s lap. You wanted him to feel that you needed him now. So not only did you sit on his lap, but you straddled it, demanding his attention away from his work. Your abruptness and not to mention the sexy ensemble you were wearing instantly sent him into a frenzy. His hands glazed over the skin on your hips, looking up at you while he felt his pants grow tighter. It only took one swift motion of your hips for him to be bucking his hips up in anticipation.

“What do you need princess? Attention?”

You would nod, already whimpering and shivering at his touch as he would start to strip you down out of the little clothing you did have, giving you the attention you were craving.


Jimin

Originally posted by teenagehopless

This would happen around the other boys, so you already know. Instant embarrassment. You all would be sitting watching a movie or something, when you decided to get more comfortable and climb onto Jimin’s lap. While this made you more comfortable, Jimin got tense underneath you. He was now unable to focus on the screen, and his attention shifted to the pressure placed against his member, feeling it starting to grow underneath your weight.

His cheeks would begin to flush with embarrassment, wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face against your back. When you tried to move to get up, he would tightly hold you in place, refusing to let you go. At first you thought it was a cute gesture, which it still was, but then you happened to notice something poking from underneath you. You couldn’t help but smirk and look around to see if any of the other boys were paying attention in which they weren’t.

You became the ulTimAtE TeaSE. I mean, you would be grinding your hips in circles, causing small whimpers to fall from his lips. It wasn’t until his hands held you down against him roughly would you stop.

“You’re going to pay for this later Y/n.”


Taehyung (V)

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape

Oh boy. Tae would basically wreck you. If you thought you were getting away giving him a boner and not fixing the problem you caused, you had another thing coming. Even if your intentions were innocent, which they were, he wouldn’t accept anything less than satisfying him. When you sat down on his lap and gave him a sweet kiss hello. You didn’t expect for him to get turned on.The moment you felt him grow beneath you, you knew what was in store.

Jagiya,” he would whisper with a playful smirk on his lips, “on your knees.


Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

When it came to Kookie; you were sitting on his lap for all of 2 seconds when he popped his boner. You didn’t notice at first, and he was too embarrassed to make you get off and you happen to see it, so he would just try to shift you in a way that you wouldn’t notice. That plan failed miserably and you felt your cheeks flush red along with his.

“Uh..kookie, are you?”

He wouldn’t know how to respond, leaning back to hide his face behind a pillow. You would think it was cute and flattering that your boyfriend was physically attracted to your body. The amount of kisses you would pepper him with was ridiculous as you chuckled at his embarrassment.

“Jagiya~ stop teasing me!”

Bruises On Another (part four)

Originally posted by maxmayfield

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently. 

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!


Billy fed you drink after drink, shoving them into your face that you forgot how to think straight at some point. You lost yourself after drink five, forgetting who you were and what would happen the moment your father found out about any of this. Instead you drank whatever concoction Billy handed your way and tilted your head back so the drink burned right down your throat.

You’d never gotten drunk before, since you’d never really been allowed out. But the feeling was all that you’d heard it was and you didn’t, at the moment, regret your decisions. After a painfully awkward long car ride, Billy and you had arrived at Tina’s house where all you could see was teenagers everywhere. You’d hesitated stepping out of the car, not knowing what would happen the second you did. But then Billy had appeared on your side of the car, opened the door and led you through the front doors.

You were bombarded by sweaty teenagers dancing, drinking or making out with others. Some people acknowledged Billy’s presence the moment he’d walked in, and you’d been forced to socialize with others during the occasion. But soon enough Billy had brought you to the ‘punch’ table and started pouring you drink after drink, which is where it all began.

You accepted the now refilled cup of ‘pure fuel’ and brought it to your lips almost immediately, downing more than half of it in the first gulp. You were brought back to the real world then by the sound of Billy’s laughter and gazing up at him over the tip of your cup, you fought the blush that threatened to grow. “Didn’t peg you as a drinker, darlin’.”

You shrugged your shoulders; “never drank before.”

You missed the way he’s eyes widened in surprise and before you knew it, Billy was by your side. “Really?” He asked, looking down at you as he slyly slid his arm around your waist. You let him, leaning into the boy slightly to regain your balance. The whole world seemed fuzzy around you and honestly you didn’t even know if you were seeing straight. “Now that’s exciting.”

You mumbled something but over the slur of your words you’re sure Billy didn’t understand. For a moment it was silent as the two of you just stood there and suddenly a loud echoing noise gained your attention and leaning up slightly from the table, you noticed everyones eyes on a pair of people. You squinted slightly, the room spinning before you were able to focus in and found the same pair of brown eyes that haunted your mind. 

There in the middle of the crowd stood Steve and Nancy, who’s white shirt was dyed red from the ‘pure fuel’. Your eyes narrowed at the sight of them together and before you knew it, they were walking off in the direction of the bathroom. You chose to ignore your bitterness and the feeling of Billy laughing loudly beside you as you turned back to your cup and took a large slip. Suddenly drinking felt more like a habit and you felt your shoulders grow heavy with weight.

The sight of Steve with Nancy, for whatever reason that you couldn’t even explain yourself, sobered you up real quick. And with your sober thoughts now coming through, you realized the severity of your actions-

What was wrong with you?

What were you doing here-

with Billy?

Placing your hands against the table, you steadied yourself as your mind became fuzzy. Thoughts burned through your mind rapidly and you found yourself unable to think straight. The distant sound of Billy’s voice echoed in your mind but you couldn’t exactly make out what he was saying. You didn’t understand what you were doing or who you were trying to be.

Since when did you sneak out and get drunk?

The reality of everything was starting to set in and you realized there was no way you were going to get back home and into your bedroom without your father noticing. You felt yourself grow sick knowing what would happen the minute you came home, and knew that if worse came to worse your father would knock you out cold and you’d have a whole new selection of bruises to hide. 

That’s when you felt Billy nestle up beside you and his hands fall dangerously close to your butt. You flinched in surprise from the contact but it seemed Billy didn’t care this time and soon you found yourself flipped from the table and your back smacking against the wall behind you. You blinked, the sight of Billy before you spinning in your minds eye as his hands fell above your hips. You weren’t even sure what was happening before you felt his lips on your neck and his body pressed against yours.

“Billy,” you slurred, but he didn’t hear- or choose to hear.

Your hands flew to his shoulders where you tried to push him off but it made no difference. You were too drunk to even walk on your own, let alone push a boy two times your size off of you. You looked desperately around you for someones help but knew that none of it would matter considering they were all drunk beyond reason and probably thought you wanted this.

What was happening?

The world was spinning again- 

“Billy,” you called, your words coming out in a moan as he bit your neck. Panic filled within you as you felt yourself grow hot. And then before you knew it, Billy was slipping off the leather jacker he’d given you, leaving you bare in your white t-shirt. The fact that your bruises were clear as day didn’t register within in you and all you could think about was getting away from Billy.

It wasn’t until Billy gripped a bruise on your waist did life seem to snap back to you. You let out a loud yelp of pain as he pinched the sensitive skin, and the moment you felt Billy stop in surprise you pushed against his shoulders. He luckily, this time, stepped away and panting you held yourself. You didn’t meet his eyes knowing what you’d find and wanting to avoid them as much as possible. The moment you’d meet his eyes would be the moment you’d submit to him again. Billy scared you, just like your dad, but you didn’t- didn’t want to lose your virginity like this.

“What the hell?!” Billy spat.

Shaking your head, you stared at the ground before you. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your voice shaking. “I have to- I have to go.” You moved to step past him but Billy stepped before you abruptly. You closed your eyes in fear, tensing your body as you waited for the pain to start. But nothing ever happened, and finally you looked up at Billy; “bitch.” He spat, before stepping out of your way.

You paused for your moment, the pleasure of being drunk leaving you and you felt your heart rapidly beat against your chest. Biting your tongue, you sped through Tina’s house, moving through people narrowly before making your way outside. The cool air hit your bare arms and you were reminded of the vulnerability you found yourself in.

Staring at the street before you and the cars lined up, you sighed. You’d have to walk home-

“Fancy seeing you here.” You turned around at the voice, finding none other then Steve just before you. You paused in surprise, gazing up at him in wonder as he took another step forward. Snapping out of your stupor, you nodded shortly and let your eyes wander around the front yard again.

“Need a lift home?” Steve offered and again you found yourself surprised by him.

“Um- what?”

“A drive.” Steve clarified, warily stepping closer to you. His eyes almost seemed bloodshot and it looked as if he’d been crying or near tears. You felt your heart fall at the thought of him being upset, but shook your head- you barely knew the guy. “Do you need one home?”

You teetered over the options, unsure if you should take it. But considering your other option was walking home, alone, in the middle of the night and risk coming home later or accepting the drive, the option seemed clear. So, taking a deep breath you nodded and felt yourself grow warm when Steve smiled lightly. The smile didn’t meet his eyes and it almost looked forced, but nonetheless he smiled.

“Here.” He said, slipping off his jacket and extending it towards you. You hesitated for a moment, holding your arms close to yourself before accepting his generous offer and extending your own arm towards him. You seemed to have forgotten about the bruises littering your arm for a moment when Steve reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Hey,” he said, his eyes falling with concern. “Who- did Billy do this to you?”

“What?” You questioned, your eyes falling on your arm. Pulling it back from his grip, you hugged your arm to yourself and quickly slipped on his jacket, so Steve could no longer stare at them. “No- no, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Y/N-”

“It’s fine, okay?” You said, a bit harshly. You felt guilty about interrupting him, especially when he’d offered you a drive, but you couldn’t risk him finding out. If your father… you didn’t want to think about that. “I’m fine.”

Steve seemed hesitant but eventually he nodded and stepping forward, you followed him. ”This way.”


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Too tired

Originally posted by shawnthecutest

Summary: Shawn stays up late to finish one of his songs and a very sleepy y/n comes to check on him.

Fluff (may give you some feels)

A/N: It’s just something short and i hope cute enough to give you some feels bc I’ve been really into Shawn lately and wanted to write something but I had this huge writer’s block so yeah, hope you like it :)

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   Shawn was sitting on the couch in the living room of his flat in Toronto, which he now shared with y/n, his girlfriend. It was almost 2am, he had his favourite guitar on his lap, scattered papers covering the floor and the couch. You see, Shawn had this amazing idea for a song and he’s been sitting like that for the past 4 hours, coming up with new lyrics to accompany the melody. 

    He has finished writing another line and was about to try it out with some tunes, but let out a long yawn. He shook his head slightly and run a hand over his face before getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, to keep him awake for some more time. 

    He switched on small lights that were placed underneath the cupboards, so that he can comfortably maneuver around the kitchen, without stubbing his little toe. He took out one of his favourite mugs, that you got him for your first anniversary, and quietly placed it on the hard counter. Then he took the right capsule and popped it into the coffee machine. As he waited for the drink to be made, he lifted up his arms above his head and stretched. He slightly bended to the sides and then moved around his shoulder blades until he heard a not so pleasent sound, but that little pop from his spine made him feel much, much better. Sitting for hours hunched over his guitar and notes weren’t doing his spine any favours. 

       The noises coming out of the machine made him close his eyes and take a deep breath, hold it in and then exhale. Then a strong smell of coffee filled up the room, immediately making Shawn feel more awake.

      While taking the first sip, which just burned his upper lip, he heard footsteps and a soft voice calling his name, “Shawn?”

      “In the kitchen, love.”

       A few seconds later y/n came into the room, dressed in one of his t-shirts and some underwear hidden underneath it, as it reached her mid-thigh. 

      “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?“

      “I’m just finishing a song, I’ll be done so-”

      “Shawn, it’s 2am. Baby, you’re overworking yourself again.” She run her hand up and down his back, his free arm wrapping around her shoulders, pressing her smaller form into his body. 

         Shawn pressed a gentle kiss at the top of her head, “Go back to bed, I’ll come to you soon.”

         Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but a yawn escpaed her mouth instead so she shook her head. “Nah, you’re coming with me. I can see you’re tired, Shawn. Please, take a break and get some rest.”

         Now it was Shawn’s turn to shake his head, taking three sips of his coffee. His hand was now resting on her hip and she wrapped her arms around his waist, sleepily resting her head against his broad chest. 

      “I can’t, it’s almost finished, I promise. Just one more hour and I’ll go to bed.”

       Shawn heard a sigh leave y/n’s lips and then she stood on her tippy toes to press a little kiss just underneath his jawline. 

      “I’m too tired to argue so I’m gonna go back to bed. Come cuddle whenever you’re done, rockstar.” Shawn couldn’t help but smile and placed one more kiss on her lips, she hummed in agreement against his mouth, and then left the kitchen with Shawn following closely. He stopped in front of the living room when he saw y/n open the door to their laundry room.

      “Love, that’s not our bedroom.” He bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh, watching y/n stop in her tracks, pure confusion written over her face. 

      She mumbled a “what?” and quickly switched on the light in the room to, in fact, be faced with a washing machine and a dryer.

      “Dammit,” she said before switching off the light in the laundry room, closing the door and going now in the right direction.

      “Goodnight, baby. I love you,” Shawn called after her, a smile on his face, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. 

You Absolute Dip -- Steve Harrington

Written by @rune-of-a-writer

Request: “can you do an imagine where steve has liked reader for a while but hasnt told her so, then when in his fight with billy she jumps on billys back to get him to stop hitting steve. then when they all go in the tunnels to burn it he confesses to her”

Warnings: Violence. Cussing.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve had liked you for a while, but there had never been a good chance to tell you. But now, seeing you on top of Billy Hargrove’s back like some kind of bull rider, now seems like his only chance.

Words: 2,225

Listen To: Nervous (Acoustic Version) by Gavin James

Gif Creds: @stevrogers

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 11/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Sensitive topics ahead, a few characters are ooc, acts of violence

A/N: 1 part left ! aLSO credit to @nonbinaryreddie aka QUEN for helping me out throughout this series with lil bits im stuck on, i love you! sorry for any mistakes i-

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

Everything was hazed, Richie felt distant as ever; almost as if his own soul was lingering outside of his skin. His skin was pricked by cold sensations, with his heart beat flickering in his ears.

Where was he?

His eyes almost felt as if someone was holding them shut, everything aching all over his body and he felt his blood strike though his veins icily. Something was terribly wrong, not to mention the sense of dread that pierced his core.

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English Assignment

Request: Can you do a imagine where the reader is a huge nerd and she’s Billy’s partner on a English project and well the both of them are at his place working she goes to his out to his car to grab a book she left in the backseat, passing his drunk dad on his way out of the house, and comes back to his room to see him crying and she knows because she’s been there (abused) and its just fluff of her comforting him and he wraps his arms around her frame holding on desperately and into cries her chest

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Abuse, swearing, Billy’s asshole dad

Word Count: 1291

A/N: If anyone ever needs to talk please feel free to message me about anything. Thank you for the request. I have quite a few lined up to write over the next few days. Requests are open.

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Masterlist

Originally posted by xananeedscoffee

English Literature was possibly Y/N’s favourite subject. She loved to read and write and was enthralled by the words which flowed on the page. Currently they were study Robert Louis Stevenson’s: The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. While it wasn’t one of her favourite books, Y/N loved the writing style and the narrative. Most of the class would disagree with her and would often call it boring or stupid. The only part of English that Y/N hated were the paired assignments. Teachers had a habit of pairing high achieving students with the kids who needed their grade to be pulled up somehow. While most of these kids were actually far from being dumb, they just lacked the motivation.

“Y/N L/N, you will be paired with Billy Hargrove.” The teacher read out and Y/N sighed.

She had never actually spoken to the newish boy but had heard all the gossip about him around school. A few girls at the back let out annoyed sighs as the teacher finished reading from the list and people began to get up to leave. Y/N took her time packing away; she was in no hurry to get to lunch.

“Hey.” Y/N looked up to find the source of the voice was her new English partner.

“Hey.” She replied as she finished packing away her books.

“I was wondering when you wanted to work on the project?” Billy asked with a small smile as he followed her out of the classroom. His voice was softer than the times she had heard him talking.

“Whenever is fine for you.” Y/N said with a small smile lifting the corners of her lips.

“You free tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, meet me outside after school and we can go to my place.” He smiled at her before walking off to meet his friends.

When the bell signalled the end of the day Y/N began to get really nervous. She packed up her biology books as quickly as she could and then made her way outside. Billy was already leaning up against the side of his Camaro with a cigarette between his lips. He dropped it, crushed it under the heel of his shoe and smiled as he saw her.

“Hey.” Y/N said as she walked over to him.

“Hey.” He smiled wider as he opened the door for her. She climbed in and he shut it for her. That was when Y/N noticed the younger redhead sat in the back.

“You must be Billy’s sister, I’m Y/N.”

“Step-sister. I’m Max.” The girl smiled. Billy climbed into the car and set off. “So, are you two…?” Max trailed off.

“Working on an English assignment.” Billy quickly shot back as Y/N started blushing. He shot a look over at her and smiled slightly as he put the radio on.

The rest of the drive was silent and they quickly reached the house. Y/N climbed out of the car and held the seat down for Max to climb out. The girl thanked her before quickly running inside the house. Y/N grabbed her backpack. She followed Billy up to the house and thanked him as he held the door open.

He showed her to his room. “You want anything to eat or drink?”

“Water please.” She smiled.

He left to get it and she surveyed his room. It was messy but not as much as she would have expected. There was a full ash tray on one of his sides and cologne and hair products on another. She perched herself on the edge of the bed before pulling out the assignment and her copy of Jekyll and Hyde.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” Billy said handing her the water as he came back into the room. The front door opened and then slammed shut and Y/N looked at him questionably. “It’s just my dad.”

They quickly set off working and Y/N was surprised with how much Billy actually contributed. They were making good progress but also talking about themselves in between. It actually turned out that the pair had quite a lot in common. Mainly their movie and music taste but they were becoming quick friends.

“Shit.” Y/N muttered looking through her bag.

“What?” Billy asked looking up at her from his position laying on the bed.

“I think my folder might have fallen out in your car.” Y/N explained.

“Here.” Billy smiled and threw her his keys. “Go look, I’ll finish this bit.”

She smiled back at him before quickly leaving to go to the car. She didn’t notice Billy’s dad sat in the living room as she walked past. The man quickly got to his feet and stumbled into his son’s room.

“You bringing your whores here now?” Neil Hargrove asked as his son shot of the bed.

“We’re doing an English assignment, sir.” Billy said.

In a flash Billy was pinned against his shelves; his father’s hands on his denim jackets sides. “You think I’m stupid.”

“Of course not.” Billy said before a fist connected with his cheek.

“Of course not, what?” Neil spat.

“Sir.” Billy muttered.

“That’s better.” Neil said before dropping Billy to the floor. Billy curled into himself.

Y/N passed Neil Hargrove in the hall and muttered a quick greeting that the man didn’t return. She walked into Billy’s room and dropped her folder to the floor as she saw Billy on the floor.

“Billy?” She muttered in shock.

“Shut the door and lock it.” Billy chocked out.

She did as he said before kneeling down in front of him on the floor. “Did… Did your dad…?” She stumbled over her words as she looked at the boy she had been laughing with minutes before, now crumbling on the floor.

Billy merely nodded. Like always the tears were beginning to run down his cheeks. Y/N moved closer to him and reached out her arms. He folded into her and buried his head in her chest; both his arms wrapped around her waist. She slid one arm around his back and threaded the other through his hair. She could feel his tears starting to dampen her shirt. She lost track of just how long they sat on the floor before he pulled away shakily.

“You should tell someone.” Y/N whispered.

“Like who? Who would actually care?” Billy chuckled humorously and brokenly.

“I would.” She murmured and his eyes shot up to meet hers. “You could tell Hopper.”

“I couldn’t.” He muttered before standing up and pulling her up with him. He started grabbing everything they had been using. “Let’s go someplace else.” He wiped a hand over his face as she helped him start to pick up books.

At the beginning of today, Billy Hargrove had been a stranger. Now she was determined to help him out of this living hell. 

spn-samifer  asked:

"don't make it into a big deal" Drarry?

“I don’t know why I like him, Pansy.” Harry heard Draco Malfoy say. “ It’s not like one day I woke up and said ‘hey! Why don’t I fall in love with Potter today!’”

“You love me?” Harry blurted out before he could stop himself. Malfoy and Parkinson looked up at the same time. The blonde’s eyes grew wide, staring at Harry like he had three heads before looking back down at his shoes.

“Well, there’s no need for me to stay here. Bye bye.” Said Parkinson and awkwardly shuffled out of the room. Malfoy continued to glare at the floor. Harry stood there, staring at Malfoy intensity. He had had a crush on him since the start of eighth year, so what was stopping him from running up to him and kissing him desperately? “Aren’t you going to say anything?” He asked Malfoy.

Don’t make it into a big deal, okay?”

Harry gave a small laugh, to which Draco looked up at him. He looked sad. Or maybe ashamed? Harry never was good at interpreting feelings. “But it is a big deal.”

The Slytherin sighed, looking back down. “It’s not. People do this everyday.”

“You’re not people.” Harry said more seriously. “You’re Draco Malfoy. My arch-nemesis since I was eleven.” He gave another laugh. “My arch-nemesis is in love with me.”

“S’not funny.” Draco muttered.

“It’s kinda funny.”

“How is it funny?” He snapped.

Harry laughed again, walking up to him. He used his fingers to lift up Draco’s chin so that their eyes met. He leaned in and their lips met blissfully. Draco froze before relaxing and wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck. They pulled apart. Harry expected a smile to spread across Draco’s face, however all he did was arch an eyebrow. “Lifting up my chin so our eyes would meet? Very cliche, Potter.”

“I’ll try to be more original next time.”

The smile that Harry had been expecting appear on Draco’s face. “There’s going to be a next time?”

“Yeah. I’d like to think so.”

Draco looked away, trying to hide a massive smile. Harry had never seen the boy so happy, it made him want to kiss Draco all over. So he did.

Evil Yours, Now Evil Mine // Kai Anderson

Originally posted by gabbiesworld


A/N: I’m selfishly relieved to be writing Kai again. I feel like I write him better than the rest of Evan’s characters. So! This is based off a request where someone wanted Kai to meet a girl whose only fear was her own mind. I also had countless requests for rough Kai.

Side note: This fic is my absolute pride and joy.

This is specifically for my homegurl @fragilelikeabomb0106 <3 And myself. Because I’m a Kai whore.

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT! And language.

Keep reading

Dare.

Request: ‘’Can you do ‘’I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend'’ for reader and Bucky please?’’ 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation

A/N: This is for our Halloween Special ( #halloweenwithdaniandmia ) but life happened and just now I could write it. I’m so sorry that it took so long! This is also my first Bucky fic and I’m nervous bc I fucking love him, so any feedback is more than welcome! 

Originally posted by vintagefangirll


     After a long but succesful mission you were back to the Avengers compound; it had cost some bruises to the team, nothing really bad, but the tension and the mental fatigue were the worst. After an endless afternoon of sleep everybody woke up in a really good mood and relax was the only mission now.  The guys decided to watch a game and then hit a bar while you, Wanda and Nat were grateful to have the place for yourselves. Your girls night would be a success.
     You were working on a huge Mojito jar when you heard Steve yell “bye girls, have fun” while rushing through the door. You spun in your feet to say “bye” but your elbow bumped at the jar; thankfully Bucky was right behind you and reached it before it could crash on the floor. You squealed, startled, and luckily everybody thought it was because you almost ruined the pitcher but the real reason was the man that was so close to you.
     He was in black jeans and a navy blue shirt, the light fabric nearly drawing his muscles, and his hair was pulled back. You shook your head and laughed as he made a fake shock face.
     - Careful, Doll. - He said through a half smile.
     - I don’t need to, you are here to save the innocent liquor from my clumsy skills. - you grinned and winked at him. - You’re the girls’ night hero!
     He laughed and leaned to you, his flesh arm wrapped around your waist to lift you and he quickly placed a kiss on your cheeck before let you go. Your blood boiled in your face but thankfully he was heading to the door and didn’t see the effect of his trick. “Bye girls’’ he shouted before slamming the door behind him.
     Your lips were still spreaded on a wide smile when you looked at the girls. Uh-oh. The devilish grin on Nat’s face meant she noticed your state. Actually, you were fifty shades of pink and smiling like a teenager, a non-spy person would noticed it too. Wanda giggled and covered her mouth with her hands.
     - What? - You asked trying to play cool but you failed miserably when a giggle escaped your lips.
     - Not now… We will talk about it when this jar gets empty. - Nat teased and you knew she never would let the subject go. Nice.
     You didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t know what it was. He is your best friend and you love him just like that but he has an effect on you. You wanted to be friends but you also secretly wanted to tangle your limbs with his and never let go. He is a gentleman but also a giant sexy teddy bear who hates wearing shirts. It’s not your fault that you have this sinful thoughts about him.
     That’s what you said to them after drinking an impressive amount of alcohol. The three of you were a drunk mess and the world seemed hazy through your laugh tears.
     - Hey! You have only called truth while Nat and I have attended to all your dares. Not fair! - Wanda accused you and you flinched, fearing what is coming.
     - I guess we have to think about a special dare for Y/N, Wanda! - Nat grinned and you knew you were screwed.
     - Yes, Nat! Something envolving the giant sexy teddy bear! - Wanda giggled clapping her hands and Nat squealed.
     - Hell no! - You shouted.
     - Hell yes! I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend Bucky! - Nat said and you seriously thought about ripping her throat.
     - I… I can’t! Oh my God I can’t do this! - You pleaded but it was no use. You have dared Wanda to talk to the pizza deliver guy only in bra and panties not even half hour ago.
     - You know the rules, Doll. - Nat whispered and mocked at the petname Bucky gave you.
     Your hand was shaking and you barely could search for the camera app. You gulped the rest of the drink in your glass and breathed heavy, trying to calm down. After a moment you were feeling more confident. You took off your panties and shirt and lay down on your bed. You placed the camera above your head, searching for the best angle. If you were doing this, it has to be the best nude of your life. You pinched your left nipple and crossed your legs, trying not to show too much, and found your best angle. You smiled innocently to the camera until you heard the small click. You studied it for a while and well… you looked good.
     They nocked on your door shouting ’‘let us in’!’ ’'I wanna see it!”. You slipped into your clothes and opened the door, showing them the pic.
     - Oh my god he is SO having a heart attack when he sees it! You look hot, send it already! - Wanda said analyzing the picture.
     - I can’t! I won’t be able to look at him ever again! - You whined but in a second your phone was gone.
     - Done! - Nat announced with a smirk.
     You froze on your spot. What if he didn’t like it? What if your friendship change? What if he gets mad at you? Scold you? You couldn’t breathe. But other thoughts flooded your mind… What if he does like it? What if he gets a boner right now wherever he is? What if he touches himself looking at it? You pictured him stroking himself while looking at you.. his lips slightly parted, focused face…
     - Come on! He knows you’re drunk already! - Wanda snapped you out of your daydream while tugging you back to her room, where the drinks were.
     You kept talking and laughing for hours and you forgot about the whole nude pic thing until your phone buzzed. Thankfully the girls were blabbing and didn’t noticed it, you could deal whith it alone. You sighed and checked it. It was your mom inviting you to lunch on sunday. After replying her you touched at his icon and saw the blue double check behind your picture. A wave of shame washed you and you felt rejected. He didn’t even replied it.
     You said you were hungry to escape to the kitchen alone but they followed you. The cold pizza was fantastic but the anxiety left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the boys arriving. The door cracked and Steve and Sam came in talking cheerfully about the game and Bucky was following them. He was tense, jaw clenched.
     His dark eyes scanned the room before finding you. From afar he locked his eyes at yours and you felt like your neck and face were on fire. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t look away. He bit on his lower lip and soothed it with his tongue before opening the sexiest smile you have ever seen. He walked to you still smiling and leaned to you.
     - I… I… I’m sorry I was… - you began to stutter but he didn’t let you finish. His kiss were fierce.
Everybody was watching surprised.
     - Shut up! - He groaned and wrapped his metal arm around your thighs before lifting you to his shoulder.
     Your waistline was on his shoulder, your head hanging on his back. He spun on his feet and you gaped at them, not able to say anything. Steve was in shock, Sam was nodding with a smirk, Wanda was gaping and Nat had a satisfied grin ghosting on her lips, putting her hands together. Bucky grabbed your ass unceremoniously and rushed to his bedroom. 
     After he slammed the door shut you could hear the rest of the team whistling and cheering. Ashamed, you were about to scold him for the PDA sample when he threw you on his bed. Instantly you forgot everything.



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Confessions

a bitch neeeeeeds some soft peter action 🤧 i was thinking of something like sitting on peters lap and making out with him and him holding you close and leading to something more ? -Anon

Summary: A study date turn… date?

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 3k+

Note: Thanks for the request! It’s a lil different but it’s going to be a two part series if ya’ll want it to be! Thanks for the request! Be sure to send them through here loveliess

Warning(s)?: fLUFF and A LiL SmUtTTTT, swearing (like come on when is there no swearing?)

masterlist (x) requests (x)

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Originally posted by dailytomholland

A/N: This gif is a pure blessinggg :))))

Part 2

Confessions

You walked down the hallway making your way to your locker. Putting in your combinations, you opened the locker and traded your english book for your physic books. Sighing, you slowly begin to shut the locker, knowing that this period was going to be quite long and boring. You didn’t mind school really knowing it had to be done but you always had one trouble with subject… physics. You were currently sitting on a failing grade and you needed to make it up on your mid terms.

You glanced to your side to students begin to pile into the classrooms. You turned around and walked away from your locker, making your way to your physics class. Unfortunately you didn’t really share this class with anyone you knew… except him.

You have been developing some… feelings for a certain brown haired, brown eyed boy who always sat at the back of the class. He was very quiet, always completing his work, almost getting perfect grades on every test. You envied him in a lot of ways. You thought… How could someone be so… attractive and smart? It’s got to be illegal.

“Miss Y/L/N Your gonna stand there for the rest of the period?” Your physics teacher, Mr West states with distaste. You never got along with him, then again no one did. He was just one of those teachers.

“Maybe..” You mumble nervously, glancing around the classroom to notice pretty much all the seat have been filled. This class didn’t have a seating plan so it was first in best dressed.

The Teacher sighed.

“Take a seat before I decide to also fail you in behaviour” He teacher-threatened. You gulped nervously as a few snickers went around in the classroom. You weren’t a so called geek but you weren’t exactly popular either. You were in the middle, unnoticed, that’s how you liked it.

You ducked your head shamefully and moved to the back of the class, noticing a empty chair. You put your books and pencil case down on the bench before popping onto the stool. You let out a frustrated sigh, great… now the whole class knows your failing Physics…

You let out a tired groaned and rested your head against you arms. You notice Mr West begin with his lesson, going on about Newton’s Law and what not… to be honest you weren’t really interested. You were perfectly happily with getting an hour of much needed sleep in before heading home. Fortunately Physics was the last period for the day. Well this was until you felt a small nudge bump your elbow gently. You didn’t bother lifting your head, not really in the mood to communicate with your table partner. Not that you had a chance to look at who it was seeing you kept your head down when you walked over to the spare seat.

The next thing you heard was someone softly clearing their throat. You lifted your head slightly, thinking maybe your table partner was signalling that the teacher had noticed your lack of attention. You glanced up to see Mr West to engrossed with writing on the bored the activity he sat out to notice you had spaced… again. You debated about getting some sleep then decided against it. You rested your chin on your arms instead, wanting the class to be over as soon as possible.

You realised you were being rude to whoever was next to you but you were too tired to care.

“That’s… wrong” you heard someone mumble from beside you. You sat back up straight, glancing up to the board to see what was on it.

Finally you turned to see who was sitting next to you.

Your eyes widened in shock. It was… him.

You practically choked and swiftly turned back around to face the front as he turned to face you.

“W-w-hat’s w-wrong” You stuttered out, attempting to do some small talk. The whole time you could feel your hands begin to shake with nerves, you pulled your sweater past your wrists to cover them.

“It’s supposed to be speed over time not time over speed” He stated, clearly engrossed in his work. You took a glance to the side to see he wasn’t looking at you anymore. Your eyes adverted to his books, seeing his neat calculations mapped out.

You hadn’t realised you leaned closer, his hand writing small so it was a bit hard to read.

You felt warmth begin to crawl up into your cheeks as you realised what you were doing.

“Sorry” You quickly muttered apologetically before leaning back, opening up your book and began getting your utensils out. He probably thought you were looking at how to cheat off of him.

But you were wrong.

He has literally dreamed about you being close to him… so much so they have turned into fantasies.

You began writing down the stuff that was on the board into your notebook. Your eyes scrunching in confusion from time to time when you didn’t understand what it was you were writing.

“D-do you need some h-h-help?” You heard him ask nervously from beside you. You didn’t bother glancing up at him so you slowly nod your head.

He leaned over, glancing at your book to see what you were stuck on. Now it was your turn to feel the butterflies in your stomach to explode at the close proximity of the both of you. Why haven’t you done this earlier? This isn’t so bad…

“Easy…” He began to trail off, then glanced up towards you. He didn’t seem to notice how close the two of you were but little did you know he did, in fact, he did it deliberately. Loving the fact that he could hear your heart speed up when he did so. He smiled to himself, realising he has an effect on you.

“Distance over…” You began, now adverting your gaze from his and back to your book, willingly the butterflies in your stomach to stop.

“Time?” You question, not really sure. You notice a ghost of a smile cross his lips… gosh his lips.. how pink and-

“Close but no…” He said. You glanced up at him confused. He looked at you then towards the pen that was in your hand. He looked back up and raised his eyebrows? What?

Before you knew it he reached for your hand and pulled your pen slowly and delicately out of your hand, beginning to do some of the working out… showing you how it wasn’t time but in fact speed.

You could of sworn you heard your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

“Sorry” he said bashfully soon as he realised what he had done. His cheeks began to redden as he put your pen down, turning back to his own work, leaning away.

“It’s okay…” You wanted to ask badly.. mainly cause you needed to pick up your grade otherwise your parents would literally murder you… but… the selfish part of you just wanted to spend more time with him, and as much time as you could get.

“You don’t happen to…” You began, not really sure how to state it. He looked up to you.

“Could you maybe help me with- umm…” You began to get distracted as you were starting to get lost in his eyes. He seemed to pick up were you were going with the sentence anyways and began to smile from ear to ear, nodding his head so fast you thought it was bound to fall off.

“Yeah of course! I mean um-… Yeah I could do that” He began excitedly then tried playing it off. You softly laughed, enjoying his dorky side that has finally made an appearance. To be honest that was what drew you in in the first place.

“Cool” you tried to respond casually… feeling the beating of your heart increase.

And so did his.

~That afternoon

You guys talked some more during Physics, seeing as the teacher didn’t really seem to notice. It was finally feeling less awkward by the time the bell rang, almost feeling like you and Peter were already friends. You guys left the building together, deciding to go to Peter’s to study. He stated his Aunt May was at work and wouldn’t be back till 6.

You guys walked to his apartment block, got into the elevator and into his apartment. He asked if you wanted anything to eat and drink and you politely declined. You decide to have a little squiz around the apartment. You stumbled upon some pictures that were across the shelf above the tv.

“Aww is this you?” You cooed, reaching for the picture frame noticing it was a very tiny Peter Parker with a toothless grin, his cheeks covered in what seemed to be birthday cake. You heard footsteps rush over and felt the picture frame being taking from you. You turned to see Peter’s face was bright red in embarrassment. You started feeling a little guilty.

“You were cute” You state without realising the words have actually left your mouth on their own accord. He turned to you and you saw a playful smirk on his face.

“Were?” He questioned. You gasped lightly, not knowing where this playful side of Peter was coming from… but you didn’t deny that it was definitely a turn on.

“Okay maybe your still a little cute” You say with a laugh. He joins.

“Umm we can study in my room?” he asks you. You turn to him and raise your eyebrows. His eyes widen in shock at what he had just suggested and he quickly began to shake his head.

“No- no I didn’t mean it like that… well literally I did- but not like that I meant to s-s-study” he tumbled over his words obviously flustered. You couldn’t help but to laugh at his awkwardness.

Wait… why was he nervous? He only tumbled over his words when he was nervous.

“It’s fine, wherever is fine”

~Couple hours later

You guys had decided to study in his room, leaving the door open seeing no one was in the apartment. You guys had spent the past few hours on his bed, you laying down on your belly, your legs across his lap and his book on top of your legs.

“I’m done” you state exhausted, you could feel your brain about to explode. You guys had been studying together, him helping you out whenever you got stuck.

You hadn’t really realised you were laying over him, too engrossed in your work to notice that the warmth was actually peter and not his blanket.

You closed your book with a huff and began to sat up, going backwards. Peter quickly removed his books from on top of your legs, just noticing you were beginning to move. He took a sharp breath as you began sitting up.

He shook his head… willing the thoughts to go away. Your foot had slipped on one of his books and you slipped, your legs managing to get on either side of Peter’s wait, you practically straddling his lap. He leaned his against the wall and closed his eyes.

Thinking you hurt him you wiggled slightly, not knowing that you were actually making things worse.

Second Person??# (writing style)

You guys made your way into the bedroom, going over to the bed sitting on opposite sides from each other. It wasn’t till about halfway through when Y/N began to move, growing uncomfortable with the way she was sitting. She rolled over onto her belly and stretched her legs as she continued reading her page, not really paying attention to what she as doing. Peter lifted his book as her feet came up to rest on his legs. He didn’t mind.

It wasn’t until you moved slightly that you caught his attention. You were too focused on your book, writing answers down here and there to notice your skirt has slightly risen against your stocking covered legs. Peter noticed and he swore his heart had stopped and time stood still. He couldn’t help but to stare… he never noticed how round your ass was. He quickly shook his head, realising what he was doing was so beyond inappropriate and went back to his work.

But every once in a while he would catch himself glancing over to your direction, noticing you still hadn’t adjusted your skirt. He began to wonder if you were doing the deliberately, tempting him with… you.

He began to have thoughts race through his mind, mainly images of your legs wrapped around his legs as he pounded senselessly into you, or your legs around his shoulder as he ate you out. Even ones where he imagines you going down on him, seeing your ass stick out as you sat on your knees. He almost sighed in content at the thought.

Stop it, stop thinking like this…

You lifted your bum slightly, wiggling it to the side to get even more comfortable, you legs moving as well, lightly brushing past his crotch without realising.

He noticed this movement seeing as he’s been more attention to you rather than his homework for the past half and hour. It was torture for him. Trying to think of literally anything but you.

He knew he would have to excuse himself soon to go to the bathroom to take care of his situation. He would have to cover up somehow, making sure you didn’t see his growing bulge. He blamed teenage hormones but he knew it was more than that…

You began to sit up just as he put his books down, ready to head off into the bathroom hoping to get rid off his uncomfortable hard on.

He stopped moving and saw you begin to sit up. He gulped nervously, hoping you wouldn’t glance over in his direction as you did so. She seemed to notice the position they were in hurried her pace, her leg slipping on the books beside me causing her to fall onto my lap, literally.

He felt you literally on him and inhaled sharply, resting his head back against the wall with his eyes clenched shut. Fuck she really had to decide to move right now? How the hell was he going to get you off of him without making it too noticeable.

She began to wriggle slightly, her waist absentmindly coming into contact with his. You were testing his patience that was for sure. He couldn’t help but to let you keep wriggling, enjoying the feeling too much of you pressed up against him. It was so wrong but it felt so right.

Being lost in a trance he kept his eyes shut, just noticing the weight off you beginning to get off of him.

Without thinking his hands shot out to your waist, pulling you back down on top of him. He needed some sort of friction and he needed it now.

You let out a gasp as his eyes were still shut, noticing the veins in his neck beginning to stick out slightly. He gently and slowly rocked you hips against his, letting himself feel you completely letting out a sigh in pleasure.

You didn’t really know what was going on till you felt him. You suppressed the urge to moan yourself, already feeling your panties begin to moisten at the friction.

He couldn’t help but to rock your hips again, this time his fingers digging deeper into your waist turning you on even more. You couldn’t help but to stare at him as he did this, totally lost in the moment. He lifted his head from the wall and leaned forward against you, resting his head into the crook of your neck, his eyes still shut, too entranced in the feeling of you on him.

He rocked your hips one more time, this one harsher. You could feel his bulge basically go between you clothed folds, hearing your wetness rub against his jeans. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You moaned.

He immediately stilled, just realising what it was he had been doing. His face went bright red and he leant away from you ashamed of taking advantage of you like that. He kept a hold of your waist, lifting you up off of him. Without thinking you stilled his movements, craving more and more of his touch. You body felt like it was being ignited and as much as you hated to admit it you needed more. Alot more.

You grabbed one of his hands from his waist and brought it down to your thigh, your hand wrapped around his wrist. He was confused at first, not getting what you were doing. You glanced down to him, locking eye contact noticing a bunch of emotions swirling through his brown orbs which had slightly darken. You were scared, you could feel your heartbeat sore through your chest. But without second guessing yourself you brought his hand under your skirt. His eyes widen slightly.

You put his hand where you needed it most. Against your covered core, pressing his hand gently against it, feeling you panties begin to pool with wetness again at the new sensation. You bit your lip, holding back a moan as you looked into his eyes for a reaction.

‘Holy fuck“ He muttered under his breath, feeling your panties practically soaked with your juices and core lightly throbbing. You noticed his tent in his trousers grow even bigger, the jeans looking like they were cutting off circulation.

He couldn’t help but to think that was the hottest thing in the whole entire world. Enjoying the feeling of how turned on he made you he decide to play around the his fingers a little, lightly pressing his thumb against you. He did it again harder, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head as you let out another moan.

’'Do it again” You whispered… totally entranced on the was making your body feel with the simplest touch. The butterflies that were in your stomach now tripled.

Fuck… I want you so badly..” He moaned out, licking his lips as he listened to your wetness make a sound against his hand turning him on even more.

“Want…me?” You asked, not really getting it.

“Every inch of you…” He leaned up to whisper into your ear. He brought his hand away from your clothed core and you sighed at the loss of contact.

“I want your mouth…” He whispered huskily, snaking his arms around your waist pulling you closer towards him, his bottom lip lightly dragging against your neck, his warm breath fanning your neck causing your heart to melt.

“Your hands…” He continues, his hands moving away from your waist to trail over your arms, reaching for your hands to intertwine them.

“Your heart…” You felt your stomach drop. You stilled without realising. How could it be with just two words your affection for him has doubled?

“W-w-what” you stuttered out, pulling away slightly not believing that any of this was even real. He rested his forehead against yours, hearing both your erratic heart beats.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek. You opened your eyes to see him clench and unclench his jaw, seeming to be deep in thought. You couldn’t help but to stare up at him with love filled eyes. Wanting him to say the words you have being dying to here.

“It’s only fair seeing you stole mine” He says softly, returning your loving gaze with his own. You couldn’t help but to feel you breath hitch in your throat at his words. You stole his…

You wanted to cry out of happiness, you heart seeming to beat faster feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest.

You felt the air in the room change. It felt warmer. He held your gaze as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, not really knowing what to say. You couldn’t concentrate properly. Your mind was to blurry, flooding with Dopamine. You licked your lips, feeling them begin to dry up. His eyes followed this movement, wanting to so badly feel them against his own but he was scared. He felt vulnerable, he has just opened up everything to you without realising and wasn’t sure how you were going to take it.

You guys were so entranced you hadn’t notice the front door opening and closing. You guys just locked gazes with each other.

“Please… say something” He begged sounding vulnerable. You guys were quickly snapped out of your moment by the sound of Aunt May calling out Peter’s name.

“Shit” he quickly muttered, lifting you up by your waist, playing you beside him on the bed. He got up off of his bed and readjusted his jeans, his bulge beginning to go down a bit. You couldn’t help but to watch with a smile, biting your lip as he went out to greet his Aunt.

“She’s here!?” You heard his Aunt ask excitedly. What?

You heard some shushing and hushed whispers but you were too far to make out what they were.

“Have you told her how you feel yet?” this one you heard though you think it was deliberate seeing it was pretty loud.

May!”

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A/N: Sorry this was a bit different to the request Anon! But Part two will be filled with lots of fluff and maybe some more smut???

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 7/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Mentions of past self harm, child neglect, transphobic comments !!! ( I am not transphobic, but my series on the whole is triggering and these warning(s) are here for a reason.) SLURS ARE IN BOLD

A/N: here is your angsty richie chapter - KINDA RUSHED BUT ITS FILLER

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Richie found himself alone in his car, driving home at roughly 8pm that night after his adventurous day with Eddie, his cravings for the cigarettes only growing stronger by each given second but his refusal to disappoint Eddie lurked on his shoulders. He was going to change for the better, just for Eddie.

His hands gripped at the leather wheel, his red truck gliding down the familiar roads with the faint radio humming along in the background. The melody intertwined itself through the vehicle, one of his favourite artists playing to soothe his road anxiety that he’d keep a secret.

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