Request: @huntermichelle 6) “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” 22) “You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.” 9) “No, like.. it’s just, I can’t believe you’re wearing MY clothes.” Preferably with shy Bucky? After the reader moves into the tower Bucky never knows what to say to them and then one day he accidentally says #22 and then they end up spending the night together? Fluff and smut? You’re amazing! TY!
Since the first time Bucky saw you, he knew that you were something special. He didn’t know what was about you that made his heart beat so fast when you were around. Maybe was the way your hair smelled like coconut and chocolate, or the way that you smiled at him and how gently you touched him.
He didn’t know what it was, but he knew that he was falling in love with you.
The only problem was that he never knew what to say to you, you were so beautiful and carefree that every time he tried to keep a conversation he couldn’t help but stumble on his words and make a fool of himself “ Hey Bucky, what are you watching?” You ask looking at the TV.
“I don’t know.” He looks surprised to see you, according to the reports you were supposed to be in China right now “Weren’t you supposed to be on a mission?” You nod sitting by his side “I was but Steve gave me the day off, saying that I would be more helpful here with you.”
BTS reactions to coming home after practice and finding you laying in their bed, sick.
Jin would come into his room to find you laying in his bed and shivering under the cover. He’d bring you some medicine for your fever and lay down next to you. He’d crack some dad jokes to try and cheer you up; then snuggle you and pet your head as you slowly fell asleep in his arms.
“Jin..you’ll get sick too..”
“I’m taking care of you, don’t talk. Did you know I once told my dad I had a runny nose? He told me to tell it to walk instead.”
“That’s snot very funny.”
Yoongi would head straight for his bed, since he’d be exhausted from practice. Once he sees you sprawled out under his covers and restlessly moving around, he’d ask you what’s wrong, and hold your hand. You’d whine to him about how your head hurts and your nose hasn’t stopped running, he’d bring you a wet cloth to put on your head to help with the fever, and caress your arm till you fell asleep. He wouldn’t leave your side, eventually falling asleep next to you.
“It feels like someone’s pounding my brains out.”
“It’s okay baby, sleep, you’ll feel better.”
Hoseok wouldn’t notice you at first, it was when you gave out a cough that he would quickly turn around in fear, and spot you laying in his bed. He’d rush over to you, and gently cup your face between his hands. Whilst stroking your cheeks he’d ask you how you’re feeling and if you need anything, when you tell him you’re fine he’d lay down next to you, in a spooning position and whisper sweet things into your ear.
“I’m fine, I’ve just got a cold.”
“I love you, you’re my sunshine, you’re so beautiful even when you’re sick, did you know that I love you?-”
Namjoon would try and make some homemade, herbal remedies that he found on google. Once you sipped the onion nectar that he gave you, you’d spit it out in disgust, scrunching your nose from the horrible taste and smell. Namjoon would try it himself, scrunching his nose, and nodding in agreement. The both of you would just end up reading random symptoms of your illness on the internet, coming to indefinite conclusions that you have some sort of life threatening disease, and laughing about it, since you know it’s just a cold.
“Intense and painful itching or burning of the throat and difficulty swallowing-”
“Oh shit babe, that’s Epiglottitis, don’t worry I’ll heal you-” *lunges to kiss you*
Jimin would run around trying to get everything he thought you needed, trying to accommodate you as much as possible. Even though you keep telling him that you’re fine, he wouldn’t stop bringing you things until you finally tell him you just need him. After that he’d slowly come over to you; he’d stretch his arms open, getting ready to fall onto you with a hug and then quickly apologize once he remembers that you’re sick.
“Jimin, stop moving.”
*sarcastically* “Sorry that I love you so much and want to take care of you.”
“I love you too.”
Taehyung would honestly be the most worried one, he’d want to take you to the hospital to get you checked. All the worst case scenarios would be running through his head, he would be so worried, that he wouldn’t notice you telling him that you had already been to the hospital. You’d pull him by his shirt, making him fall next to you, and tell him that you just have a cold. He’d make you spend the rest of the week at his place, checking on you in the morning and every time before practice. He would hold you close and sing his favorite songs to you before you fall asleep, in the effort of making you feel better.
“How can I make you feel better?”
“Well, you could give me lots of kisses.”
*box smile* “Done-”
Once Jungkook finds out that you have a cold, he’d be relieved that it’s nothing too serious. He’d pick you up from the bed and take you to a single couch, sitting you down on his laps. His arms would be around you as he held the remote control and flicked through Netflix. He’d nuzzle your neck and shower you with affection as you both binged watch a series.
“My love will make you feel better, and if this doesn’t, we can try something else.” *wiggles his eyebrows*
BTS reaction to their GF can’t stop kissing their faces after their first time
Anonymous said :
Hello darling ~ may I have a reaction of BTS after you wake up the morning after your first time together and can’t stop kissing their face when they’re trying to talk to you? I just thought it sounded cute 💖 Thank u!
Hi cutie~thanks for requesting ! … here’s your requested reaction and I hope you like it >< .
Jin opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the beautiful woman that laid in his arms. He caressed your bare arm, making your eyes flutter open.
“Good morning beautiful” you smiled, kissed his cheek and he chuckled .The memories of last night floated around in the room. You bit your lip and begun kissing all over his face, all he could do was laughing. Jin was enjoying every kiss you gave him ,so he held your head, stopping your kisses and gave you one of his own on your lips .
“You’re adorable” .
Yoongi groaned as he felt kisses begin to rain upon on. He pushed you gently, wanted to get more sleep since you kept him up all night.
“Good morning” you said sweetly in between your kisses .
“Why can’t you let me sleep?” he whined with a pout , rolled on top of you, dropping his weight on you. You were now trapped under him .
“Yoongi…. ” it was your turn to whine, his soft snores told you that he was not going to respond .
You woke up to a light peck on your lips. A blush came to your cheeks as you looked at Hoseok, the moment you had shared last night was unforgettable.
You gave him a sweet peck on the cheek, then another, then another.
Hoseok chuckled at your multiple kisses, brought you closer. your head was now on his chest .
“I love you Jagi” he placed a kiss on your forehead .
Rap Monster :
Namjoon smirked at the sight of your sleeping body. He kissed your nude shoulder, you groaned in response.
“Namjoon” he kissed your shoulder again. You opened your eyes to see Namjoon smiling at you .You smirked, climbed on top of him and assaulted him with kisses. He flipped you over with ease.
“Does someone want a repeat of last night?” You rolled your eyes making him laugh ,so he dropped himself next to you and held you close .
You played with Jimin’s hair, his face twitched making you laugh. You continued to play with his hair until he opened his eyes.
“Hello beautiful” he smiled, a blush creeping up on his cheek .You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him continuously on his cheeks .
“Jagi?” he laughed, grabbed onto your bare hips and brought you in for a tight hug .
“You’re too cute” .
Taehyung’s chuckle awoke you from your slumber. His famous smile was present .
“Good morning” he brought you closer to him ,you couldn’t resist your urge to kiss him, you decorated his face with kisses. He loved your kisses, soon he began his own kissing parade.
You both paused and begun to laugh at your attacks. Taehyung enclosed you in his arms and gave you a final kiss .
You sat back on the bed after your trip to the kitchen, Jungkook was still asleep.
You crawled on top of him, his hands slowly made it’s way to your hips but his eyes were yet to open .So you gently pecked his face, a smile appeared on his as your kisses multiplied.
His eyes were heavy but he still opened them, a small smile adorned his face.
His hands moved to your cheeks, brought your face to his and kissed your nose .
“You’re amazing” he pulled you in so you laid on his chest, he stoked your hair and slowly sleep came back to you .
A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>
Word count: 2,239
My back was resting against
the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I
felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was
all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always
made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I
was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single
Honestly, I just needed
something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in
anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.
Can I Be Her || Tom Holland Oneshot (Alternate Ending)
Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.
Warnings: Sad, happy ending!
Word Count: 1,655
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
A/N: Enjoy! Only difference is the ending lol. This is not part two by the way!
You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship.
Hades screamed as the gate sealed behind her. The vines curled around each
other, closing the opening of the underworld before his eyes once again. Hades
pounded his fist on the gate willing it to open, willing it to give her back,
to uncurl and let him out. For once. Just let him out, let him have one more
minute with her. Just one. His knuckles split and he felt blood run down his
fingers but he didn’t stop he just kept pounding at the vines. Hitting, and
clawing and pushing every force of darkness in his magic at the wall. He gave
everything he had, and was left with a sealed gate that laughed at him.
giving out, Hades slid down the wall. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks,
matting his dark curly hair to his face. His eyes stared at the vines as he
curled up next to the gate, as close to her as he can get. He stayed like that
for hours, days, weeks, he couldn’t tell anymore. All he could feel was how his
heart was ripped open and the insides clawed out. They had taken her from him
again and again and again and he couldn’t stop it, and every time his heart was
ripped from his damned soul.
“I know I’m leaving tonight but can you at least
smile for me.” Persephone asked. Hades gave her a faint smile. They ate their
breakfast next to each other, one hand intertwined with the others under the
table. When they were finished, they walked
around their underground palace for hours, just talking and laughing. The sword
was always in the back of their minds, why they were differing from their
usually routine, the months without the other about to occur. Their hands never
untied, clutching each other every second as if they could fuse together. Never
With only a few hours left they found
themselves in the ballroom. Persephone looked at him and smiled, less bright
than usual, but still stunning. She had flowers woven in her hair in the shape
of a crown, her dark curly hair falling down her back. Black and gold thread
wove across her satin dress in swirls and designs that twirled in an endless
dance. Her dark skin contrasted perfectly with Hades’ pale porcelain, the
result of years trapped in an underground world. His skin was leathery and tough
unlike Persephone’s soft skin, like flower petals. Millennia walking through
fires and dragging souls behind him had taken its toll.
“Will you dance with me?” Hades asked and held
out his hand.
“Only if you give me that big genuine smile I
know so well.” Persephone said. The corners of her mouth turned up when she saw
Hades’ roll his eyes.
“You can’t force a smile like that.”
“Well give me a nice smile and I will see if I
can make it bigger.” Hades raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled his mouth into a
smile. She took his hand and he spun her into his arms. Her loud laugh caressed
his ears and danced behind his eyes, making him smile so hard he felt his teeth
“There it is.” She said. She took a step back
from him and twirled, her dress splaying out and gliding through the air with
her, and they danced.
They danced until their lungs could no longer
keep up and they kicked off their shoes to some unknown part of the room.
Twirling and gliding and curling around one another. Breathing each other in
like they would never see the other again. There wasn’t any music, only their
breaths that echoed through the room. But the music in their minds was louder
than their own heartbeats in their ears. Drowning out everything except each
other. Laughing and smiling they danced and Hades gave his rare smile to her
and she gave her light. Her beautiful glow that vibrated through anyone that
laid their eyes upon her. For hours, they danced. Hours.
“Hades.” Persephone said and her face
scrunched up in pain. “Hades, it’s time. They’re coming.” He gripped her
harder, refusing to let go.
“No, they don’t get to take you again. Never
again.” He hissed.
“Hades.” She smiled sadly. “I love you.” He
shook his head and gripped her hand, dragging her behind him as he faced the
door of the ballroom. Waiting.
They slithered through the doors, tendrils of
transparent smoke hidden to the eyes.
“You aren’t taking her. Not this time. Not
ever.” Hades spat at them. The smoke seemed to vibrate with laughter at his
words. It slithered closer, slowly over one tile and then another across the
ballroom floor and pounced. Slamming into the two lovers it ripped through
their forged hands and broke their grip. Locking around Persephone’s waist it
pulled her across the floor and through the halls. Hades scrambled after,
barely out of reach. Always just barely out of reach. Always watching them drag
“I love you!” He yelled. She mouthed the words
back at him, her voice hidden by the smoke. The gate was opening in front of
them. Vines unlocking from their grips, slivers of sunlight shining through the
opened gate. It pulled her through.
servants slowly trickled out from their hiding spots, knowing better than to be
seen on calling day. They brought wet rags, blankets and slices of bread and
meat from the kitchen. Hades was still bloody and curled in on himself against
the sealed gate. One servant took his limp hand and wiped the dried blood from
it. Another washed his face as he looked upon them with dead eyes. They covered
him with blankets and left the food next to him, hoping he will eat in the days
to come. Just like before, they trickled away, leaving their broken king to
wait for his lover to come home.
I wrote this as a final for a class and thought I should post it and see if you like it.
I recommend listening to Dream by Imagine Dragons while or before you read it. (It’s the song I had on repeat while writing this.)
If you have ever listened to the musical Hadestown I also recommend listening to Lover’s Desire.
Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house,
perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and
finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your
life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to
leave the family.
Word Count: 2076
A/n: I know this is short but I’d rather upload something now and something in a week than nothing at all. It hasn’t been the best times for me on this blog lately but I can’t stop writing this story for myself and you guys…
I recommend rereading part 4 before starting this chapter!!!
You wake up on a Sunday morning
with a sigh. Now you perfectly understand the meaning of that one saying. As if
you’re a schoolgirl and it’s finally the last day of your holidays. But in your
case you haven’t missed what’s to come even for a bit.
But this time, you decide not to
sulk and make the most of the day which will probably be the last one you’ll
ever spend with your complete family. Negative thoughts try to find their way
into your mind but this time you do your best to keep them out and just enjoy
last Sunday you’ll spend happily.
You won’t ruin it.
You quickly get out of the bed.
this time you don’t wake up next to your almost ex-husband which is quite a
disappointment, but then you sneak a look inside Tae’s room and see him hugged
by his father in sleep. And it’s quite enough for you. You can share Jongin
with your son even if you’re very selfish.
You don’t lose time swooning over
the perfect picture and step inside the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After washing up and putting on a comfortable sundress, you head to the
kitchen. You plan to make this day perfect for everyone and in your family’s
case that means food.
Although you like the thought of
healthy diet, the thought of Jongin and Tae’s happiness when they see fried
chicken for breakfast is enough persuasion you need.
Time goes quickly while you do
everything to make sure that the “breakfast” table is flawless. And just when
you’re about to put the last plate on it, you hear footsteps and soon both of
your favorite boys step inside the kitchen. You don’t know who’s more excited
when seeing what they’re about to eat.
“You’re just in time for
breakfast.” You say with a big
smile, even though it’s already half past two in the afternoon, it’s normal
with Jongin and Tae who goes after his father in everything.
smell woke us up.” Jongin can’t take his eyes off the table. “This smells so
good, how could we have slept more.” He laughs and sits next to Tae. They’ve
both already started devouring the food.
this is really good.” Jongin comments. “I haven’t tasted anything better for a
while, where did you order this?” he asks while handing Tae the neck of
chicken. “Start with this.” He adds.
made this actually.” You say quietly. Jongin stops and widens his eyes while
chewing slowly. “Mommy is the best cook ever, isn’t she?” Tae says with a full
mouth. You laugh and wipe his lips.
she is.” Jongin says quietly and you feel your cheeks redden. It’s like you’re
returned to high school phase, or just the start of your friendship with
Jongin. Not as if you’ve spend years next to him.
an hour passes when the three of you are finally finished with the food. Tae tries
to keep up with his dad whose tummy seems to have a hole and is never
satisfied. But when the plates are finally empty Jongin suggests watching
television so the three of you move to the living room and get comfortable on
that’s how the last day (as you hate to call it) is spent. Nothing is special
but amazing at the same time. The only time either of you move is to get to the
bathroom or get the next fill of snacks. You’re watching cartoons and the
Disney movies even Jongin enjoys singing along to.
the sun is set, Tae runs to his room to get his favorite blanket and returns
jumping in his father’s lap. He covers both of them with it and grabs your arm
to bring you closer. You’re hesitant at first – you don’t want to make Jongin
uncomfortable, but then you see them all cuddly and warm and there’s nothing
that can hold you back from joining.
move closer slowly also getting under the blanket but keeping some distance
from your husband but you’re surprised, that when your neck is getting too
uncomfortable for it to be laying naturally, Jongin is the one to pull his arm
around you and let it rest against his shoulder, right in the position where
you can also reach to kiss Tae’s head. You didn’t expect it. Definitely didn’t
but for the first time in a month you feel that you’re warm again and you hadn’t
even realized how frozen your body had become, deprived of his warmth.
something different about him. Always has been. Just like no heating system can
warm you up as well as a walk under the sun can, Jongin’s arms are the same. He’s
your personal sun, your only natural way to life.
can’t even imagine how much you crave for it.
a while you realize that Tae has fallen asleep on his father’s chest. But you
can’t blame him. Jongin is just so warm and so comfortable all you want to do
is to finally get the good night’s sleep peacefully for once. But the other
part forces you to stay awake to remember every single second of the time you
finally felt so, so happy.
that moment you clearly realize one thing.
here. With a woman who will soon become his ex-wife. And there’s one logical
question jumping in your mind.
you call out, quietly enough not to wake up your son.
he answers, so softly that you never want that sound to leave your ears.
does she feel about you being here?” you drop the question, you’re truly
curious about. But nothing could surprise you more than what Jongin says next.
don’t know if you’re imagining it, or that you’re already stepped into your nightly
dream, but you think his fingers are slowly caressing your arm. He
truly seems to not recognize who you’re talking about.
You answer with a single word. That name won’t ever leave your memory.
look up at Jongin secretly and see momentary confusion dwell in his eyes.
her.” He adds and stays quiet for a moment. “Well I don’t think she likes that
I’m here. She told me not to come.” He says quietly.
course she doesn’t. As negatively as you might be inclined towards that girl
you understand that she wouldn’t want Jongin to stay over here. But you can’t sympathize
when she’s the one going after a still-to-be-divorced man.
after another thought occupies your mind. You know it’s childish to compare how
Jongin treats Fei to how he treated you, but she told him not to come and here
he is, in your living room. Not once would Jongin ever make you uncomfortable
with his decisions when he lived with you. In the good old times he wouldn’t
have left you alone like he did with Fei.
absolutely sure of that and that thought makes you even warmer inside. Curling deeper
into Jongin’s chest you have no negative thoughts raiding your mind.
a Monday morning Jongin wakes up just on time without the need of an alarm
clock. Slowly dressing in his formal attire he proceeds to the bathroom and
kisses the head of his son who’s diligently brushing his teeth. Next he walks
inside the kitchen and sees her.
turns around to look at him and doesn’t even try to form a smile. Jongin can
see how the light that was so bright inside her eyes yesterday is now
completely gone. Breakfast goes in a quiet matter, so unusual to this happy
household. Jongin offers to take Tae to Kindergarten and soon sees his son
jumping inside his backseat. Moving like a robot she walks over and fixes his
tie, he doesn’t even notice it was crooked. Well she was always better at
handling it anyway.
around she slides a sheet of paper in front of him, Jongin looks closely and
sees lots of too professional words he hates so much.
signed it.” she says quietly. “Like I promised. You’re free.” That’s it. just a
little doodle of Jongin’s signature is needed and everything will be over. Isn’t
it what he wanted? Without a word he slides the papers inside his laptop bag
and walk to the door.
to the times before she walks him to the door and just like it used to be
usual, he kisses her forehead and says “Bye”. But this time it doesn’t feel
like usual at all.
day goes as usual for you. Just like it’s been this past month. You go to work,
use your lunch period to pick up Tae and chew on a small bun to get you through
the day. You make sure Tae doesn’t mess around and does his homework, then you
take his hand and go back to the journey back home. You unlock the house, take
off your coat, wash Tae’s hands and heat up the dinner you cooked the previous
day. As if everything is the same but at the same time nothing is.
if usually you always manage to put a smile on your face just for the sake of
your son, today you can’t. Today you can’t force yourself anything. You don’t
have enough energy. And you know Tae feels it. Not just your feelings but you
can see the same mood from him. Your son hasn’t smiled all day and you hate it.
You hate it more than anything.
know what changed. The hope is gone. Even if you spent the month alone you
hoped, you wished Jongin would wake up and just come back, for you the bright future
of your family wasn’t torn. You still hoped, deep down in your heart. Now you
know it’s over. You lost. You lost him.
finally manage to set the table managing not to break down seeing the number of
plates. You will stay strong for your child. He deserves to have you properly
functioning. Tae comes from his room slowly and sits down by your low table.
well, Tae.” You smile warmly and reach to kiss his head. He smiles too. And how
can a five year old’s smile even be so full of sadness.
just about to eat when you hear the lock of your front door open. You don’t
know what to think. Your motherly instincts are reaching for Tae in case of a burglary.
Why would a burglar step inside your house so calmly, it’s irrational you know,
but you can’t give yourself any false hope that maybe what you think is
happening, is actually happening.
only looking at Tae, afraid to look straight at the entrance and you see your
son’s face change. From curiosity to confusion and finally a shy and timid
smile forms on his face.
finally look forward.
dinner without me?”
is standing with his suitcase, dressed warmly in a winter coat, his shoes are
already neatly arranged in their proper place. There’s a small pout on is face
He looks godly.
looks like home.
looks lost, but you’re sure you’re even more confused. But your son fixes
himself in a second and runs to hug his dad, like he would every day. Your son
can control himself very well, but you’re sure Jongin can also see just how
happy he is to see his dad, home.
don’t let down your guard yet.
stay frozen at your seat.
today was such a tiring day at work, I can’t even stand on my feet.” Jongin
yawns and takes off his coat. “I’ll go wash my hands. Y/N can you please check
my bag? There’s so much trash in there from work, could to throw it out? Or I’ll
forget and it’ll stay there for days…” he continues talking down the hallway,
his voice slowly disappearing.
I have to add a plate you think, but first, you walk over and
pick up Jongin’s suitcase, opening the zip. You see paper, torn to little
pieces. Torn so fiercely you wouldn’t have recognized it hadn’t you put it here
in the morning.
the divorce papers.
even though they’re destroyed, you can clearly see, there’s not a trace of
any kind of reviews are welcome you know that guys please flood my askbox!
I’ve already watched this scene over and over again and every time I’ve felt like I’ve missed something. I saw the arm rubbing immediately but it felt wrong to call it that. Now I know what Lukas is doing.Lukas isn’t just rubbing up and down Philip’s arm because he wants to.
Lukas is caressing Philip’s arm and calming himself. At this point in the series and especially after this episode, everyone can see the impact the murders had on Lukas. The PTSD and fear of being outed consumes him. His only escape is being with Philip and knowing that he’s there. Watching this scene made me remember something Lukas said earlier when he was describing the visions he was seeing. I’m standing right behind him and I’m holding a frying pan but I can’t move. He shoots you. Guys,Lukas’ biggest fear isn’t being outed or ridiculed or even his father. His biggest fear is losing Philip. The one person who always comes back no matter how big he fucked up. The one person who not only understands him but also realizes that somethings can’t be understood and supports him anyway. The one person who loves him more than anything. And he has to remind himself that person is still sitting right beside him.
Request: “Hello, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write an imagine with an awkward girl working for the joker as his maid and he takes a liking to her and shows it but she’s very shy and awkward, I don’t mind smut if you’ll write it:)”
I did my very best with it and I hope you guys like it. This is the first time I’ve really written smut so I really hope it’s good, if not then feel free to send me some advice and pointers! Sorry this one is a little longer than usual but once again, hope you guys like it! And just letting y’all know, requests are ALWAYS open so if you have any ideas or anything just let me know!
This job was not the one you had in mind when asking around for jobs. Somehow a friend had landed you a job with one of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham City. The Joker. Well known for his extravagant clubs, bank robbing, and his low profile business he ran. He was not one you wanted on your bad side. Although he terrified you to the bone the pay was good and he had never done anything to you. He helped you get by and that’s all you needed from a job. You were a maid or even a personal assistant of sorts. You essentially took care of his house, cleaned, cooked, did laundry, etc and basically did everything he asked you to and in return you complied to your silent agreement of never asking questions. This was not the scene you belonged in. You were rather innocent you supposed, never really dated, never gone out to a club except for when Joker needed you to, always preferred to just stay home and do nothing. The two of you were complete polar opposites.
“Y/N I need you to do something for me,” he spoke in a low voice.
“Anything Sir,” you immediately answered. It wasn’t as if you could say no, that would be a one-way ticket to a bullet hole through your skull.
He looked you up and down and handed you a dress. You lifted it and realized that there wasn’t much dress to it, more of like a long t-shirt of sorts. It was gold and sparkly, strapless, a beautiful dress if it were longer maybe.
“Go put this on. I’ve got something a bit more special for you to do tonight,” he spoke with a sinister look on his face.
“Oh sir, I don’t think this would look very good on me. Maybe I can just wear what I’m wearing?” You never begged but this was one of those moments where you deemed it necessary. You wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that. It’s just not you. You were comfortable in your skinny jeans and slightly revealing t-shirt. He shook his head and showed you his signature flashy grin.
“Oh hunny I wasn’t asking. Go put it on. Now,” he demanded.
“Well I just don’t think it suits me is there-”
“No Y/N there isn’t anyone else to do it. Go put it on before I lose my patience,” he interrupted. You nodded and moved to the back room to switch out of your clothes into this all too short dress. Once you had stepped into the tight dress you made your way back into his office.
“Alright sir. Can I ask why I’m wearing this?” you inquired.
“Ah yes. You see tonight I need you to come to the club with and help me with a certain problem I have,” he purred. You had only ever been to his club once or twice as it wasn’t really where he needed you. “There’s going to be a man there tonight and what I need you to do is to wear that dress, seduce the bastard and then bring him up to me.”
“Oh no sir I’m no good at that. I can organize papers or I can stay here for the night? I could clean up or maybe go pick something up for you? I’m not good at this. I can’t talk to men. I’m really sorry,” you babbled. He rolled his eyes and looked back at you.
“Do you really think I’m asking doll? Now come with me. You may be one of the best maids I’ve ever had but don’t think for one second that you aren’t replaceable,” he said with impatience. You were shaking, you hadn’t been this nervous in a while. You stared at your hands and shook your head.
“I don’t think I can do this…” Your voice was practically inaudible but somehow he had heard.
“Jesus Christ Y/N what is wrong with you? It’s not hard. Why are you being so difficult?” His voice was starting to get a little louder with each word.
“Well just this dress makes me look ginormous and I’ve never really talked to a guy very much other than well… you. I don’t have the confidence or the swag to convince a man to follow me. I’m just not that girl. He’d take one look at me and leave the damn club.” The words came out of your mouth faster than you had anticipated and by the time you were done he was staring at you in complete disbelief. He stalked towards you and you instinctively back away before colliding with the wall behind you. He had gotten so close that he now had you trapped between him and the wall.
“Y/N. You can’t be fucking serious right now. You look incredibly sexy and you’re a very attractive girl. Surely there are plenty of men itching for you out there,” he spoke quietly. “And lord knows I’d like to know what you can do with that sexy little body there baby doll.” You closed your eyes and looked down to focus on your feet. He tilted your chin up so you could look directly into his stormy blue eyes. “Mmm so how many men have gotten to see this beautiful body put to work hm? Five? Eight? Three?” He looked at you with a tilted head waiting for your response. After an awkward silence he finally understood what your silence meant. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” You nodded, absolutely itching to get out of this awkward conversation.
“Yes okay? I’m a virgin alright? The only thing I have ever done is kiss a guy and it was a mistake. I don’t have the balls to talk to that man. I can’t do it J.” He just stared at you, temporarily shocked at your sudden revelation. “Can I please go now? I would really like to just stay at home and take a bath or read a book. I’m barely cut out for this life J. I’m good at cooking and cleaning that’s about it. Please just let me stay,” you begged.
“We’re not going out tonight Y/N. You and me are going to have a night in to ourselves,” he said pushing himself completely against you. You had never said anything but you found this man sickeningly attractive. You knew the things he did, you knew how crazy he was but it didn’t matter to you. Not one bit. “You, my sweet little innocent Y/N, are one of the most exquisite creatures I have ever seen walk this earth, and I am going to show you just how you affect me.” His voice was low and predatory, almost as if you were an innocent gazelle at a watering hole and he was the hungry lion waiting for his prey.
“How about I make you something to eat and then I’ll just see you when you get back from the club?I’ll do some cleaning and whatnot?” You could sense just how nervous you were about this situation, you never really knew how to react to this powerful man before you, especially when he’s proclaiming his desire for you.
“Oh but see why would I want that when I can have you instead?” He tilted his head in an innocent manner as if what he said hadn’t affected you to the bone. You cheeks flushed a bright red and it elicited a wide grin from him. His hand brushed the side of your arm causing goosebumps to form on your soft skin. Just this simple contact made your head fall back slightly and your eyes flutter close. His hand traveled from your arms to lightly caress your ass and give a gentle squeeze. A small whimper fell from your parted lips. “Mmm does my little baby girl like that? Tell daddy how much you like when he touches you,” he urged.
“I like when daddy touches me.” You slightly nodded and leaned into him. This is so wrong, he’s my boss, what am I doing? You thought to yourself. He grabbed your ass a little harder this time drawing a soft moan from your full lips.
“My beautiful little flower, daddy’s gonna take such good care of you,” he purred in your ear. Realization sunk in of what was really happening. The Joker wants to take your virginity you thought to yourself.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to get ahead of myself like that. I’ll go get your laundry folded and a shirt ironed for tonight,” you rambled as you backed away from him. He leaned his head back as he dramatically rolled his eyes. You attempted to scurry away from the awkward encounter before he firmly grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him leaving little to no space.
“Princess what’s wrong? Don’t be scared baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel real good,” he whispered in your ear. His words sent a tremble through your body. This was a bad idea and you knew it but there was something so irresistible about him. “Just let go of everything baby. Relax and enjoy doll.” Deep down you knew he was right. You had spent all your life sheltered and innocent, away from the real world so now was times to let go of all that. This was a new life and it only made to bring along a new you.
“I’m nervous…” you muttered as you twiddled your thumbs. He lifted your chin so he could look at you in your Y/E eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a soft warm kiss to your lips. He pulled back to look at for reassurance. You nodded slightly and felt his lips crash against yours softly but slowly increasing pressure. His hands explored our body as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You moaned into his mouth as his hand reached your breast. This was so foreign to you, you couldn’t help but tense as his hand slid down to your clothed centre. He sensed your nerves and pulled you in to his chest.
“Relax doll, it’ll be okay,” he murmured. This was the kindest you had ever seen him and you didn’t know what to think.”Let me make you feel good baby girl. Let daddy take care of you,” he said quietly. You nodded, giving him the go ahead to proceed. His hand made it’s way back down and started to apply slight pressure to your clit. It wasn’t like anything you had ever felt. It was amazing. Your eyes fluttered closed and he took this as a go ahead to reach inside your leggings and touch you more personally. The pit growing in your stomach made this all too real, it made you realize that all these years you had been missing out on these wonderful feelings. “Mmm you like that baby?” He didn’t have to ask, he knew by the look of sheer pleasure on your face. Little did you know, this was just the beginning.
He could feel your wetness through your thin panties and pushed them aside as he slid a single finger in your dripping core. You let out a quiet yelp at this foreign feeling. It was odd, but it was good, so, so good. He purred in your ear. He loved knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. He could barely hide his growing erection through his grey sweat pants. Your eyes widened as you looked down, noticing his erection through his pants. He was pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, curling his finger to hit your most sensitive area. You let out a louder moan than you had intended but the feeling of him was out of this world and this was only with his hands.
He pulled your hand and placed it over his hard cock, urging you to touch him. He guided your hand to lightly grip his length, your hand on him making him let out a loud groan.
“Baby do you want to do daddy a favor? You’ll like it doll, I promise,” he said to you. You nodded and he urged you on to your knees in front of him. “Alright princess. I want you to pull down my pants and boxers,” he encouraged, “that’s it princess, just like that baby. Alright baby girl, I want you to lick it a little bit,” he instructed. You gave the tip of his hard cock a small kitten lick, getting a taste for the new experience. He threw his head back and basically growled. “Mmm alright, now take a little bit in that pretty little mouth of yours.” You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. There was something strangely erotic about doing this for him, letting him control you. You could tell he was trying to go slow and gentle but it was proving to be very difficult. “More baby, take more,” he said through gritted teeth. You started to go down on his hard cock, taking him as far as you could without gagging. “Oh fuck baby girl, make daddy feel good.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you up and down his hard member.
You realized that at this moment you didn’t need to be scared of him. Yea, you were his maid and he had never hurt you before but this was so incredibly personal and he wanted to make it as special as he could. He started to pick up the pace making his cock hit the back of your throat. The feeling was uncomfortable as he was hitting the back of your throat. You gurgled and tapped his thighs hoping he would take the hint and stop assaulting your throat.
“I’m sorry baby, follow me,” he said to you as he took your hand. He grabbed your hand and kicked open the door to his lavish bedroom. Your face flushed at the realization of everything that was happening. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he instructed. You sat down on the comfortable bed and scooted to the edge, waiting for his next move. He slowly stalked towards you, a dangerously erotic look in his crystal blue eyes.
Once he reached you he kneeled down in front of you, sliding down your pants and panties with him. No one had ever seen you like this so the thought of what was about to happen scared you. You had never seen anything like this. Of course your old friends had mentioned it and had talked about their exciting sex lives, but you had never gotten to anything even close to this.
He leaned forward and reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. He took your hardened nipple in his warm mouth, swirling his tongue, igniting your sensitive bud. He moved on to the next one before planting wet kisses down your stomach and then reaching his final destination. You took a deep breath in, trying to relax a little bit.
He flicked his tongue on your clit and it sent a shiver down your spine. He thrived off your reaction to him and proceeded to assault your clit with his tongue, licking and sucking the sensitive nub. You could feel pressure building in you as if you were about to explode. You couldn’t control your screams and moans of pleasure and he loved it.
“Oh god, daddy please!” you begged. He let out an animalistic growl at the use of his nickname which only encouraged him to make you cum quicker. He plunged two fingers into your dripping pussy and it immediately sent you over the edge. The way his tongue felt on your clit, the way his fingers curled to give you the best experience possible, the feeling was out of this world.
“God princess, you taste so good holy fuck. Daddy was hungry,” he said with a wink. You looked down and noticed how painfully hard he was and you felt bad. You wanted to please him as much as he had pleased you.
“Fuck me.” Those two words changed everything. He stood up and lined his hard cock up at your entrance. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You heart rate was up by a million but it could also be the amazing orgasm you had just experienced. You were definitely nervous but you knew you were in the right hands.
Without another word he stretched your pussy, going slow and making sure not to hurt you. He let out a loud moan at the feel of your tight walls around him. It hurt. God it hurt so much, you had never had anything like this before. You winced and gritted your teeth together to distract you from the sensation down below. He stayed still for a moment reveling in the feel of your pussy.
“Can I move darling? This is killing me,” he said huskily. You nodded and scrunched your eyes together. He noticed your uncomfort and placed a sloppy wet kiss on your forehead and interlocked your fingers with his. He pulled out before pushing back in again, his cock hitting you in places you didn’t even know existed. A few minutes of slight pain and discomfort then turned in to immense pleasure as he pounded your tight pussy and rubbed your clit. The all too familiar burn in your stomach returned and you knew that you were close to cumming again.
“Oh god yes please keep going, I’m so close,” you begged. He grinned showing his silver teeth, the sinister look turning you on even more than before.
“Daddy’s making you feel so good right princess? Gonna cum for daddy?” Everything that came out of this man’s mouth just brought you closer and closer to the release you needed. His laboured breath and powerful thrusts proved to you that he was close too. He exhaled heavily with every thrust. You were so overwhelmed with sensation that the only way you could think to release that tension was to drag your nails down his firm muscled back, this only drove him crazier than before causing him to thrust deep with every stroke.
“I’m so close, oh god yes. Please i need you so bad,” you pleaded.
“Me too baby, make daddy cum princess.” His words finally pushed you over the edge, releasing all the tension in your body. You cummed with a scream and your pussy clenched around his hard cock. The clenching of your pussy made him fall right off the edge with you as his cum sent hot spurts of cum into your pussy.
He collapsed on top of you in relief and exhaustion, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down.
“So? How was that doll?” His grin proved that he already knew the answer to that question.
“It was good. Yea. Really good,” you admitted. You finally realized that you were fully naked in his bed and immediately shot up to gather your clothes. “Thank you Mr. J, I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow. What would you like for breakfast?” He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you close to him.
“All work no play kitten? You’re not going anywhere baby doll,” he said as he pulled you on to the bed with him. “Also, I would like pancakes tomorrow morning doll.”
The night ended with you falling asleep in his arms having sweet dreams about silly nothings and his beautiful face.
Just a little reddie fic. It’s really cute I swear. please read >.>
warnings: um nothing really just kissing
Richie uses his pointer finger to push his newly bought glasses back up his nose. He speed walks out of his classroom, racing to the door. He dodges Henry and his goons, choosing to focus on his escape from the school and to his friends. He shuffles down the stairs, and he catches a quick sight on Bill. He scrunches his face when he sees a stranger talking to Bill, and he looks the boy over. He was wearing a pink shirt with short brown shorts. His jaw drops without his permission at the abominable sight of a black garment wrapped around the smaller boy’s waist. The words fall through his lips before he can think it over.
“A fanny pack? Who wears a fucking fanny pack?”
Challenging chocolate brown eyes meet his gaze, and Richie raises an eyebrow. “It’s perfect for holding condoms. Tell your sister I got the right size this time.”
Richie gawks at the shorter boy in front of him, who has a smirk plastered on his lips. His eyes dig into Richie, not at all intimated by someone he doesn’t know, or the attitude of said person he doesn’t know. Richie is at a loss of words, left to stare right back at the boy. It feels like he’s been struck. He’s always been known as ‘trashmouth’ due to the fact that he doesn’t necessarily hold back to what he has to say. He’s the first to call someone out. He’s filled to the rim on his glasses with jokes and smartass comments. ‘It’s a gift’ he’s used to telling his friends, since nine out of ten things he gets in response includes them saying ‘shut up’. He’s known for it, and he’s always been proud of his role within the group.
So, the fact that he not only didn’t get something that wasn’t ‘shut up’ or silence, but he actually got a pretty impressive comeback. It has something spiraling in his stomach, heat rising in his cheeks to cause them to gain a pink hue. His body feels numb all over, and his mouth is impossibly dry.
“Th-This is my fri-friend, Rich-“
“Richie,” the taller boy introduces, interrupting Bill. He brings his hand out to make it formal. “Please, call me Richie.”
The other boy flinches at the limb splayed in front of him, and Richie feels slightly hurt and self-conscious. What was wrong with his hand? He washed his hands after lunch. Did he get the atmosphere wrong? Was this kid uptight and think he’s all that?
He watches anxiously as the boy suddenly reaches into his fanny pack and pulls a blue and red pill. He swallows it with the help of a water bottle that he hadn’t noticed before. He chooses to ignore that for now.
He starts to pull his arm back to his side, depressed at the idea that the one person he was actually interested in getting to know was actually first class trash.
But then, his hand is grabbed with a slightly smaller, yet firm hand. “Eddie. You can call me Eddie.”
A smile breaks out on Richie’s face, and he doesn’t remember even trying to smile. “Alright, Eds. Nice to meet you. Say, what’s with the pill popping? May pull a Michael Jackson.”
“I have to take this medication for when I see such ugly fuckers.”
And it’s on.
A sharp, familiar cry bursts in the broken down shack. Layers of pure terror and fear are laced in the painful shout, and it causes Richie’s chest to tighten extremely.
“Eddie!” Richie shouts in response. He’s set in autopilot, fumbling through the house’s maze to get to his friend. He hears echoing steps behind him, signaling him that Bill was right behind him. Richie pays him no mind, legs set on bringing him to wherever Eddie was.
He dashes into the room, and he gasps at the horrific sight of the infamous clown. His gloved white hand is on Eddie’s face, and Richie forms fists with his hands.
“Eddie!” Richie calls out. Pennywise talking to Bill is background noise, and a shiver rolls down his spine when Eddie looks at him through the clown’s fingers. Fear drenches the shorter boy’s face, and it angers Richie not having the ability to get to him. He wants nothing more than to comfort him. The fact that Eddie could very well bring himself into an asthma attack has him thinking about racing over to him, running towards the danger for him.
He jumps and screams when Pennywise comes running at them, moving in nonhuman ways. He clutches onto Bill, ready to face his fate. He screams in fear with Bill as Pennywise gets within reach.
Richie jumps with a shout when suddenly a pole is sticking in the clown’s white head. He grimaces at the gruesome sight of inhumanly sharp, yellow teeth and scary yellow and red eyes now pointing in different directions. It’s obvious that the impale wasn’t life-taking, since he was still standing menacingly and laughing at them.
Richie takes one more look at the clown before racing around the creature. He is down on his knees with one hand on Eddie’s broken arm with the other caressing the wounded boy’s face. “Fuck, Eddie, told you you have the coordination of a baby deer.”
“The leper pushed me, dipshit!”
“Whatever you say, Eds,” Richie taunts back with his usual nickname for the other boy. Eddie scowls at him, but doesn’t retract from Richie’s touch. Richie only gets a moment to investigate Eddie’s broken arm, because then Eddie is screaming, and he turns around to find Pennywise stalking over to them with the pole still implanted in his head. The sight is nerve-wracking, and his hands tremble as he now uses both hands to hold Eddie’s face.
“Eds, keep your eyes on me, okay? You’re fine. It’s going to be okay, just keep your shit colored eyes focused on me-“
“We have the same damn eye color, you dumbass!”
“That’s exactly why nothing is going to happen to you. Need you to keep me in check, yeah? You’re fine, I promise. Nothing is going to happen to you,” Richie shushes the frantic boy. He runs his fingers through Eddie’s brown, fluffy hair. Every time Eddie glances at the direction behind him, Richie reminds him by lightly tapping a finger on his cheek to continue looking at him. Eddie follows his demands, looking at Richie as screams flow in the room.
Richie soothingly rubs his thumb along Eddie’s left cheek, feeling the soft skin against his own. He can’t help from counting the freckles splattered on those cheeks. Eddie is staring at him; he can feel his eyes on him. He doesn’t realize until now how close they are, breathing the same air.
There is chaos around them, but Richie keeps looking at Eddie, even when the other looks away. Finally, Richie breaks away and looks around to find Bill chasing after the clown down the hall.
Richie looks down at Eddie’s broken arm, wincing at the dislocation. They needed to get out of there. He wraps a hand around Eddie’s arm, causing a cry of pain from Eddie. “I’m going to snap it back in place!”
“Don’t you fucking touch me!”
Richie ignores Eddie’s demand, grabbing Eddie’s arm and quickly pops it back in place with a short exhale of air. Eddie’s scream takes a moment to rip through his lips, but when it does, it’s heartbreaking.
Richie helps Eddie out of the house, holding onto the shorter boy’s back and having him lean on him. Time disappears after that, and the next thing he knows, he’s watching Eddie get driven off by his psycho of a mother.
Richie huffs as he runs across the street, where the town’s pharmacy is. He counts the seconds passing in his head, wondering if Stan was done counting to forty yet. He still can’t believe the losers club still vote to play hide and seek, considering they are all either fourteen or fifteen now. It’s a fun game though, and it reminds him of all the years he’s known the others. He loves his friends, and he would do anything to continue knowing them for the rest of his life. He may spend every minute of their interaction thinking of smartass comments, but he will agree to anything they want to do. He enjoys making his friends happy.
That being said, he dashes across the street to the alleyway behind the pharmacy. He remembers the rules and boundaries. It was from Bill’s house to Eddie’s house, and the pharmacy lies between the two, and that’s where he’s going to set up camp.
He runs into the alley, speeding behind the trashcan. He blanches at the god-awful smell, but he ignores it and waits to hear footsteps.
It takes no time at all for him to hear footsteps, and he tenses up, hiding farther behind the trashcan. Gravel crunches under his shoes, and he curses under his breath. He stills completely, listening intently to the footsteps and movements of the mystery person.
He’s always been proud of his role in the losers club. He’s the talkative smartass of the group, and he owns it. He knows his friends care about him. He’s essential to the group. He would do anything for the group, and they know that.
What he’s also good at, though, is that he is excellent at acknowledging the tell-tell signs of his friends. He notes every detail of his friends. He knows what effects everyone. He knows the likes and dislikes of everyone. He knows how to comfort in a specific way for each and every one of them. He knows how every situation effects Bill’s stutter. Bill’s eyes flicker to the right when he’s nervous or scared. He knows how Stan’s tone of voice changes with each emotion he feels. There is a crinkle by Stan’s right eye when he is embarrassed. He knows how much Mike enjoys reading, even though he tries with all his might to hide his joy when they pass a comic store. He also knows how much he hates going home every night, because the nightmares keep him up. He is an expert on Beverly, since he gets to be the ears to Ben and Bill. He does, in fact, know that Beverly loves to be watchful and caring over everyone. It wasn’t so much as a ‘motherly’ thing, but more of a ‘I want to be in control for once’ thing. With all the shit with her dad…it was a no brainer that Beverly would want to take the caring role. On the other side, though, he knows when she is upset. She always breaks eye contact and bites her lip, going quiet for a while until she opens up again. She was a healer.
Eddie… Eddie was something else. Richie knows he’s the expert on him. He has learned everything about him. He has noticed each facial expression, every move, every emotion, every eye flicker, every deep inhale, every everything. He knows Eddie’s breath hitches every time he goes outside, going on instinct to grab for his inhaler. At four o’clock, Eddie routinely reaches for his fanny pack before remembering that he no longer takes medication for whatever illness he had been lied to about having. He knows Eddie still doesn’t like being around ‘dirty’ things, but who can blame him? Especially when he’s been trained ever since he can swallow pills to think about the diseases any object can hold. In the back of his head, Eddie still believes he is sick and needs to be careful, even though the reality is that he is not sick with anything.
That doesn’t keep Richie from holding an extra inhaler in his back pocket. It angers Richie to think about poor Eddie believing every time he freaks out over something, it was his asthma picking up. It wasn’t asthma. It was only normal anxiety, only amplified.
So, that’s why he is absolute certain that the footsteps approaching belonged to Eddie.
The hesitation in the walk was what gave it away. The rapid breathing only backed it up.
He listens as Eddie walks closer, and he grabs the shorter boy fast as lightning, pulling the now panicking boy into the alley. He covers Eddie’s mouth with his hand, shushing him as he looks around the corner to check for Stan. Once he sees that Stan wasn’t coming, he releases Eddie, who immediately pushes him away.
“What the hell was that for!”
“You were going to give us away, dipshit!” Richie argues back with a ‘duh’ expression written on his face.
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Trust me, I wasn’t going to give away your weak ass hiding spot. You do know that alleyways are usually the first places people check?”
“Yes, but you know the thing about Stan?” Richie starts off. He pulls Eddie over to the trashcan, and Eddie lets him. “He checks the alleyways, but he doesn’t actually walk in them.” “Next week I’m watching America’s Most Wanted for you,” Eddie replies with a shake of his head. His lips screw up at the sight of the trashcan.
“Awe, you’re going to watch TV for little ole’ me? You know how to make a girl blush, Eds,” Richie teases with a pinch to Eddie’s cheeks.
Eddie swats at his intruding hand. “Yeah, going to print your ugly mug all over this town. You know I hate when you call me Eds,” Eddie glares.
Richie pulls Eddie closer to him by his belt buckles and whispers, “I don’t think you do! I think you secretly love it.” He freezes when he hears footsteps approaching. His attention is stolen by Eddie’s response. He always sucked at keeping his attention on something other than Eddie when he was there.
“You know trashcans are the top five most dirty things?” Eddie changes the topic. Richie counts it as a win.
Richie listens closely, eyeing over the trashcan to who he assumes is Stan. Stan was extremely close to the alleyway they were standing in, and he pulls Eddie closer to him. Eddie was still complaining about the germs on a trashcan.
“You know most people don’t wash their hands after they throw their trash bags into the trashcans? These trashcans are in the sun all day, and insects and wild animals get in them leaving bacteria…”
Stan was getting impossibly closer, and Eddie was still yapping like a dog. Normally, he would be more than happy to hear Eddie rant on and on about something, but this was a game he was really good at, and Eddie was ruining his game!
“Harmful bacteria gets in the cans from said insects and animals, and the bacteria grows! The bacteria grows, and people go to put more trash in them. They get in contact with them again…”
One more step, and they were caught.
Richie dives in for the kill, bringing their lips together with force. Eddie’s lips are soft and free of cracked skin, most likely from his need to keep himself thoroughly clean. He’s captured by the sweet smell of the other boy. Whatever cologne Eddie uses mixes perfectly with Eddie’s natural smell from the soap he washes with.
He brings his hands up, wrapping one around Eddie’s neck with the other caressing his jaw, effectively pulling him closer to where their bodies are touching. It’s hot and feels excellent to have Eddie’s body pressed against his, and he forgets why exactly he initiated the kiss in the first place. Something about keeping Eddie quiet?
Which by the way, he loves listening to Eddie rant. He could listen to him all day rant on about the germs on a simple spoon, but god he loves the delightful silence of Eddie’s lips closed against his.
His head is spinning when Eddie finally begins to kiss back. Richie feels shy, hesitant hands on his hips, and he smiles into the kiss. He has long gone forgotten about Stan, who he doesn’t hear anymore. It was safe to say that Stan did exactly as he theorized: looked into the alley, but walked away when he didn’t see anything.
It doesn’t motivate him to break the kiss even a little bit. It actually gets him to deepen the kiss, running his tongue along Eddie’s bottom lip.
His body goes on overdrive once he feels the hot sensation of Eddie parting his lips to run his own tongue along his. Richie tilts his head to get a better angle in the kiss. The hands on his hips are more sturdy, but still slightly shy of confidence.
The hands do tighten up, and Richie knows – don’t ask him how – that Eddie was probably getting uncomfortable with all the saliva sharing. He switches things up, closing his lips and lightly yanks on the shorter boy’s hair. He smiles when he hears a surprised groan, and he takes that time to bring their bottom halves together. They both let out a moan at the contact of their clothed erections. Richie backs off, not wanting to give the other boy an actual asthma attack. He ends the kiss, giving one last peck before completely breaking contact. His heart swells when Eddie leans forward to chase the departing lips before realizing what he’s doing.
Eddie’s pupils are fucking blown, and Richie is beyond happy to know that Eddie got turned on too. He made him like this. He made Eddie’s pupils as big as the moon, and he made the tent in Eddie’s shorts. Eddie looks fucking hot right now. A smile is painted on his lips. He can’t imagine not smiling right now.
“You are so fucking cute, Eds,” Richie breathes out. Okay, he did not mean to say ‘cute’, but he apparently did right by the looks of it. Eddie’s face was as red as a tomato, looking mighty pleased. Alright, he can call Eddie cute. He can scream it to the mountaintops. Eddie was cute. He was the cutest boy he’s ever seen.
Richie tilts his head. “What?”
“There are 80 million bacteria that transfers in a kiss.”
Richie breaks out in a grin. “And you shared your 80 million bacteria with me! You really do know how to make a girl feel special.”
EXO Reaction to Their Girlfriend Wanting to Cuddle
Xiumin: Xiumin, with his laid back and adorable attitude wouldn’t mind cuddling with his lover whenever they wanted. He’d allow them to do whatever they’d want; lay on top if him, spoon him, run their fingers through his hair and over his body. But sometimes he’d want to take control and hold onto his lover; running his hands down their back and pressing kisses into their neck and shoulders. Needless to say, Xiumin would embrace his lover with everything they had. “You want to cuddle? Sure baby, but can I be the big spoon this time? Pretty please with kisses on top?”
Suho: I feel like Suho would need a little bit coaxing to get him to cuddle with you. He’s the gentlemanly type; wanting to respect your boundaries. He’s also the kind of guy that would want to save such romantic acts for the intimate moments you spent together. But after a little bit of asking and aegyo, Suho would hold you tight and wouldn’t want to let go for a while. He’d treasure you being in his arms; caressing your skin and kissing your cheeks as he held you close to his chest. “You’re so beautiful, I never want to let you go, my love.”
Lay: Lay wouldn’t be the type to object to letting his lover cuddle him at any chance they got. He’d like the attention and feeling of constantly being loved and wrapped in warmth. He’d love having every single part of his body wrapped or intertwined with his lover; arms, legs, feet, he’d love the contact and feeling of his lover pressed up against him. “Jagiya I love holding you in my arms like this, you’re so gorgeous pressed up against me.”
Baekhyun: If Baekhyun’s lover wanted to cuddle, Baekhyun would be there, set and ready to go in his most comfy pajamas. I think Baekhyun would treasure cuddling the most out of all the other intimate activities that couples engage in because of how close and how much trust is involved with cuddling. He’d be down to be either the dominate or submissive cuddler; he wouldn’t care as long as he could love on his partner. “You look so cute wrapped up around me baby, hold still, I wanna capture this moment so I can remember how much I love you.”
Chen: Chen would be the type to tease his lover when they’d want to cuddle. He’d throw out some playful quips, making them pout so that he could pick them up and spin them around in his arms to make them smile and laugh again. With his lovers limbs already wrapped around him, he’d go sit or lay down somewhere comfortable and cuddle with his lover, occasionally tickling them and playfully nipping on their nose and lips. “What, you want to cuddle with me? I don’t know jagi, do you think you’ve earned the right to cuddle with a God like me?”
Chanyeol: This dude would be all for cuddling, especially after long and tiring days. He’d love cuddling in bed, offering his lover to lay out on his body like he was on oversized body pillow. If you had a bad day, Chanyeol would be the type to cuddle all the stress and worry away; running his fingers through your hair and whispering comforting, reassuring things into your ears. “C'mere jagiya, cuddle with me and let me make you feel better.”
D.O: D.O, to me, doesn’t seem like the type to cuddle his partner too too much. He’d want to save his cuddling sessions for very intimate and special moments. However, if his love was upset he’d break his rule and allow her to hold on and cuddle him as much as she wanted. He’d stroke her hair gently, carding it through his fingers as he held and played with her fingers. “Love, come lay down with me. Let me hold you and chase all those bad things from today away.”
Kai: Kai strikes me as a submissive cuddler. With everything else he does, he’s a dominant both in and out of the bedroom. However, when it comes to cuddling, he’s willing to let his lover take over his body. So, when she’d want to cuddle, Kai would let her take the lead; picking their positions and where they’d cuddle. He’d love to rest his head on her breast as she combed her fingers through his hair; being as close to her heart as possible. “Babe, you’re so soft and warm. Aww, I can feel your heart beat picking up. Are you embarrassed?”
Sehun: Sehun would pretend to act all aloof about his girl wanting to cuddle with him. At first he’d dramatically sigh, but open his arms up for his lover to crawl into his lap and cuddle with him. After a while, he’d really get into it; burying his face into her neck, giving her sweet kisses and playfully tickling her. When she’d try to leave, Sehun would pretend to get offended and wrap his arms around her even tighter so she couldn’t leave. “Nope, you wanted to cuddle jagi, so now you have to stay here and cuddle with me.”
Request: “I really love reading your imagines! Can you please make one where the reader breaks up Montgomery and Alex’s fight and at first Alex is mad but then he’s not?”
“Hey dude. I love your imagines! Could you do an Alex Standall imagine in which the reader breaks up the right between Alex and Montgomery then goes with Alex to first aid and fluff happens? 😁😁 xx”
Word count: 2.922
Posted: 28th of April 2017
A/N:OMG! It’s finally friday and I am posting stuffs that wrote during these past few days. I missed you guys and I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks that I am receiving! Thank you for everything. Anyways, I don’t like putting two requests in one imagine because I think that it’s unfair to the readers who’ve requested their ideas, but the requests are almost the same and I hope that it’s still okay. Sorry, though. You can always request something else so we can be fair. Thank you. This is longer than I wanted to write, but it’s better. Thank you so much for the support. I am happy that you love my imagines!
- G. x
Warning: A little bit of Angst, mentions blood, swearing.
“What is happening, Clay?” You asked as you dealt with the shortness of your breath. Someone called you on your phone and said that your best friend Alex was in trouble with someone in the parking lot, so you had to run from the other side of the school department to the parking lot as fast as you could.
“I really don’t know. I am trying to see what’s happening.” He answered as he was tiptoeing in his dark coloured converse. He didn’t get any positive results on what he was doing so you started to pass in the middle of the people, trying to push them slightly to give you some space.
Once you arrived at the first row of the crowd, your heart sank and your mouth slightly hung open. You covered your mouth as the happening created a little knot in your stomach and it hurt yourself.
Alex was spitting blood out of his mouth as he got some punches from the one and only Montgomery de la Cruz, who was sitting on Alex’s abdomen while he let his anger out.
“Fuck off, de la Cruz!” You pushed him with all of your strength so he would stop punching Alex’s face as if it was some sort of punching bag. “Fucking, stop!”
“Fine, I’ll stop!” He raised his hands in defense, but he kicked Alex on his stomach one more time before picking his backpack up, it was surely thrown on the ground when they started the fight.
“Damn it! Go fuck yourself!” You shouted as you wanted to bang his head on a wall thousand times.
“Montgomery, you fucking asshole.” You heard Alex swearing under his breath and whining while he was holding his stomach.
“Alex.” You quickly caressed his arm as you let him know that you were by his side. You swore that you didn’t like seeing your best friend like this. Montgomery pushed some people so he could get out of that crowd around you.
“(Y/N).” He weakly called for you as he coughed harshly, caused by the savage and terrible kicks of Montgomery. You were worried as you saw Alex spitting thick, dense and scarlet blood one more time.
“Damn, Alex.” You bit your lower lip as you felt a little bit guilty for arriving later to save him. You gave him your handkerchief so he could wipe his mouth. “Guys, go back to your classes! The show is obviously done, this was the first and last episode of let’s just fucking watch Alex to get hurt and do nothing, so stop being nosey and mind your own fucking business!” You sarcastically shouted as you hated them for not stopping the asshole before.
“It’s okay, (Y/N).” He shook it off as if nothing has happened.
“You shush!” You rolled your eyes as you picked his backpack up and hung it on your free shoulder. “C'mon.” You grabbed his hand as helped him to get up from the ground. Alex could barely stand up straight and you could say that he was suffering inside.
“Let me help you with that, (Y/N).” Zach helped Alex to maintain his balance as he saw that you were struggling to handle your best friend and you started to walk towards the school’s parking lot.
“Lex, keys?” You asked him when you stopped in front of his car.
“Here.” He shakily handed you the keys and you shook your head for the damage that Montgomery has done to your best friend. You would seriously slap that jerk.
“Thanks.” You weakly smiled at him and opened his car. Zach guided Alex to enter the passenger’s seat.
“Can you do this alone?” Zach worriedly asked after he closed the car’s door.
“Yup, thank you.” You warmly smiled at him and he just smiled back at you.
“Text me, okay?” You nodded to assure him and you went to the driver’s seat. “Take care.”
“We will.” You and Alex smiled at him and you started to drive carefully, not wanting to hurt Alex even more. “Are you okay?” You looked at the rear-view mirror to assure that no one was following you. “Dumb question, I know.”
“My stomach still aches.” You then looked at him and you could see in his eyes that he was really trying so hard to mend the pain away.
“Damn it, Standall.” You sighed as you saw his nose soaked in dried blood, condensed and fractured. The almost brown coloured blood has mizzled down his face and shirt, like the rain water in a window pane.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow and it made you worried even more, because his left cheek was purple and he had a big black and blue circle around his left eye.
“I hate seeing you like that, Jesus!” You huffed once again and brought your focus back to the road.
Once you arrived at his house, you parked his car on its place and you helped him to walk and to maintain his balance. The house was empty, obviously, his parents had the day shift at work.
“Stay there.” You closed the door behind you and you ran up and down the stairs to get the things that you needed to cure Alex’s wounds.
“What are you searching for?” Alex asked as he noticed that you kept on searching for something on the same place.
“Liniments?” You raised your eyebrow and he indicated you the bathroom door right next to the living room. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem.” He answered and you suddenly heard him complaining, murmuring some things that you didn’t understand.
“What happened?” You put the liniments on the table, together with the other stuffs that you needed to cure Alex.
“I can’t even smile because of this thing.” He complaint as he watched you preparing your first aid paraphernalia.
“Yup, you got a bad busted lip over there.” You shook your head.
“Yeah, I can feel it.” He pouted as he tried to ease the pain.
“What did you do to be Montgomery’s punching bag?” You curiously asked as you squeezed a wet towel to take the dehydrated blood stains off his face and neck. “This might hurt a little.”
“Be careful.” He grabbed your arm as he guided your hand. You dabbed the now-stained towel softly and slowly as you saw him fussing for the pain.
“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you were so concentrated on cleaning Alex’s face. You didn’t notice that he was just looking at you to admire your beautiful face.
“So? What’s the reason?” You stopped to look at him and he suddenly panicked and avoided your eye contact.
“He was fantasizing about you.” You suddenly stopped to look at him and gave him your judging face. “What? He was saying that he’d like to fuck you.” He defended himself, believing that he did a right thing for you.
“And you got those bruises and wounds just for a thing like that?” You put the towel back to the basin and you faced him.
“Damn it, what’s wrong with that?” He kind of raised his voice and you knew that you couldn’t change his mind.
“Alex, you almost died. I prefer that he imagines dirty stuffs about me rather than I lose you!” You got the towel once again and you squeezed it properly before wiping his neck. His face was already clean and you could recognize him now.
“(Y/N), I was the one who got hurt so shut the fuck up! I can’t stand to see others doing that to you.” He pointed out as he moved his neck so you could clean every inch of it. He was angry, but you knew that he couldn’t hurt you. “That’s also called respect for you, for the girls, for every woman in this world.”
“And I can’t stand to see my best friend in that way either!” You threw the towel in the basin and, luckily, the water didn’t go all over the glass centre table. You shot him a death glare as he just rolled his eyes. “And respect? You expect Montgomery to have even a pinch of respect? No way!”
“That doesn’t matter, I am the boy here and I should defend you.” You got a cotton disk and you put a smidgen of disinfectant to clean his still open bruises. “And that’s exactly my point! He should respect you.”
“You’re not my knight in shining armour, so stop defending me. Defend yourself, instead.” You lightly tapped the cotton disk on his bruises and he kept on whining as it stung his face.
“Then fuck you!” Alex corrugated his forehead as he lost his shit once again. He was staying at his thought and you couldn’t change his mind.
“No, fuck you!” You pressed the cotton disk on one of his bruises and he pushed your hand away harshly because you hurt him.
“What the fuck!?” He breathed in deeply as if he was asking for more patience to tolerate your behaviour. “Damn, I would do this by myself if you’re just being an asshole!”
“You know that you don’t have to do that for me, Standall!” You got the cotton disk once again and you blew at his bruise to ease the pain. You calmed yourself down as you saw him miffed.
“I don’t care.” He sassily snapped at you. “I would even catch a bullet for you, if I need to.” You dabbed the cotton once again and you bit your lip as you realized that you crossed the line. He defended you and you should thank him for that.
“I’m sorry.” You murmured and Alex just smiled.
“You realized that I had the point here?” He smirked at you and you threatened him to press the cotton disk once again. “But I am right.”
“Damn, Standall!” You rolled your eyes. “You are right, you got the point, but stay still!”
“Thank you.” He had a teasing tone and you hated him for that moment.
You realized that Alex was the sweetest person that you’ve ever known, even though you didn’t want to see him in that way. Yes, he could defend you and everything, but if it cost him his life, he better not defended you because your best friend’s life was more important to you than what people had to say about you.
“Thank you.” You smiled at him and he just shook his head with a wide smile plastered on his face. “Seriously, though. You don’t have to.”
“But I want to and that’s final.” He crossed his arms and you unleashed a long deep sigh, because you knew that he would do everything just to win in that discussion you were having.
Alex was sweet and nice to do that to you, but you didn’t want for him to be in a crazy mess. You didn’t want to see him hurt or dying, just because he needed to defend you.
You remained silent as you put the liniments on his bruises. He seriously looked at you as he watched your hands, carefully touching his damaged skin.
“Take your shirt off, I need to check if you have broken bones there!” You wiped your hands using the towel and you saw Alex with a smirk on his face.
“Or maybe you want to take advantage of me.” He naughtily said and you just laughed for his silly attitude.
“Dork!” You rolled your eyes while you were laughing. People might think that you two are crazy, because you would fight the moment before and then laugh like there was no tomorrow after, but that was what you liked in your relationship with Alex. You couldn’t fight over things for a long time, so you never had any issue. “C'mon, take that stained shirt off.”
“I ask fifty bucks per clothing from my clients for this, but you are too special for me so it’s free.” He winked at you as he slowly took his shirt off, making it a little bit sexy and lascivious. “I must love you so much for doing a strip tease for free eh!”
“Lex, you’re the best.” You laughed loudly as you playfully slapped his arm. “You’re the best that I never had, promise.”
“I know and I am happy that I can make you laugh just like that.” He winked at you as he put the shirt on the table in front of you. You controlled if he had some broken bones, touching different parts of his naked chest with a delicate touch, but luckily, he didn’t.
“Here, put these on!” You tossed him a clean shirt and his sweatpants. “I’m not peeking.” You winked at him as you put the first aid kit back to its place, also cleaning the towel that you used to clean Alex’s face.
“Thank you for curing me.” Alex sweetly said as he followed you to the bathroom and hugged you from the back. This time he could walk, not properly but he could. “Sorry, because I said tough things.”
“No, I’m sorry.” You put his dirty and stained clothes in the washing machine. It was Alex’s home, but it felt like it was your home too. You spent most of your time in his home than your own home because of Alex. “I should be grateful to have someone who hasn’t got any problems on defending me.”
“I will always defend you, (Y/N).” You looked at the mirror as you washed your hands. You saw Alex smiling and you had to admit that he was still perfect even with those bruises. “What?”
“Nothing.” You smiled at him and splashed him a drop of water. “You make me happy, Alex.” You dried your hands with a dry and clean hand towel.
“And you make me happy, (Y/N).” He made you turn around and he grabbed your hand. You both went back to the living room and you sat in front of the turned off television.
“So, what would you like to do now?” You curiously asked as you looked at Alex’s blue orbs. You seriously found him handsome, even with purple coloured cheeks. You loved his tired big eyes and you glanced at him as he glanced back at you. Your eyes were telling something to each other, but you didn’t want to admit it.
“This.” He smiled at you as he slowly leant in to close the gap between the two of you.
You were shocked because you never expected that Alex would kiss you out of nowhere. You didn’t respond at first, but then you let yourself go and you shared a passionate kiss with Alex, tasting a little bit of liniment from the bruised part of his lip, but you didn’t mind it. He caressed your cheek as you played with his platinum blonde hair.
“Fuck!” He suddenly broke the kiss and a worried expression took over your face. “That kind of hurt.”
“I can imagine.” You giggled softly and Alex just smiled, secretly loving your giggles more and more. You didn’t care if it was strange that he kissed you, you loved it and you honestly craved for more.
“Maybe kissing suits better when this shitty stuff gets better.” He winked at you and you shook your head with a wide smile on your face. “How about cuddles?”
“Cuddles, specifically your cuddles, are perfect too.” You nodded your head and he hugged you tightly as you let yourself fall on the soft couch, having Alex on top of you.
“Haven’t you ever noticed that I loved you from the very beginning of our friendship?” Alex whispered, your faces were few inches apart.
“Never thought of that.” You shook your head while having a thinking expression on your face. “Is that why you always defend me?”
“Well, I think that it’s the time to confess you everything, since I even kissed you just few moments ago.” He raised his shoulders as he rolled beside you. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You saw that Alex blushed a little bit and you couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know how it happened, but I wake up every day, being more jealous and wanting to protect you from the people around us. I love your company and I don’t regret that I approached you during that first basketball game during the sophomore year, I am so thankful for the relationship that we have.” He honestly declared as he drew circles on your arms with his left hand. You could see him blushing even more as the sunlight fell slanting through the window pane and it made you smile wider.
“Oh, you were just jealous earlier, that’s why you lost your shit!” You pointed out and Alex laughed loudly. You were flustered because you didn’t know why he was laughing.
“Good morning, Captain Obvious!” He smirked at you and you giggled as you messed his hair up.
“You’re such an idiot, but I love you too Alex.” You sincerely confessed and you blushed a little bit as you met Alex’s happy gaze. You played with his septum ring as you giggled even more and he just shook his head. “I am thankful to have someone like you.”
You both leant in for another kiss, but, this time, it was just a simple one because you didn’t want to hurt him once again.
You were enthusiastically happy and thankful at that moment, because you were sharing a great relationship with your most beloved person in your life.
Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.
“Don’t worry about her, she is safe with me. Now
go before you’re late!” Your grandma shouted from the front porch.
You could see your father face by his the reflexion on
the car’s mirror. He tryed to look not affected, all tough and unbothered, but
you knew best. The minute he would drive off and pass the town’s sign, he would
burst into tear and start sobbing like there was no tomorrow.
It wasn’t just him who felt uneasy about this whole
situation, you did too. Since your mother left you two alone, without any
previous warning, that your dad had never went back to being how he was when
she was still present. Now, he was always too focused on work, to the point
where you would have to force him out of his office to eat or to just lay on a
bed and close his eyes for a few seconds . But you didn’t judge him, though,
you knew that that was the way he used to cope with the pain he felt.
It was your grandmother who convinced you to come and
stay with her for a while, saying it would be for her since you two could spent
more time together, and, at the same time, it would make your dad a bit more
independent for when your classes at the university finally start. It sounded
good to you, a nice way to clear your head from all the stress that you felt
with your whole dad situation and exams, so you took her offer.
“He will be okay, he is stronger that you think
he is, Y/N.” She said, caressing your arm and leading you inside, towards
Her house had a very nice aura to it, very cosy and
bright, filled with all types of flowers everywhere. Since you grandmother
loved gardening, having plants around her house and become a must.
“So, now that I get the chance to get you all to
myself, how do you feel about us baking some cookies? The chocolate chips ones?
Your favourite?” She asked and your stomach growled in response.
“Sounds good to me.” You laughed.
You turned on the television, to have some background
noise, since it helped you to not overthink this whole situation and to not
wonder way to far on your thoughts. Usually when you overthink things it would
only got worse, for you that is.
Everything is going to be fine. It has to.
“Honey” Your grandma called from the
kitchen, while holding up some tools and ingredients “I realized that we
are missing the chocolate bits. Could you go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop and get me
some of them? There are some coins on the table if you don’t have enough
“Sure thing, it’s still the last shop on the
left, right?” You asked, getting up from your spot on the couch and taking
the coins with you. She hummed in response as you kissed her cheek and promised
to come back quickly, closing the door behind you, carefully, to not make much
Outside was a bit windy and not many people could be
seen. The town wasn’t very big itself but, it had a lot of people around your
age and a bit older too. You weren’t familiar with any of them, though, since
you barely came here.
In general, you never had many friends due to the fact
that you always were busy with university or taking care of your dad, by making
sure that he was taking good care of himself, which left not much time to hang
out with other people. The only person that you still found the time to be
around was Taehyung, a guy who you had met a few years ago and apparently lived
right down the street from you. You two had become friends in a strange manner,
mainly because he never stopped bugging you, appearing always by your side
during lunch time, making rather random visits in your house and bringing you
the latest movies for the both of you to see them together. So, you decided,
“if you can’t beat him, join him”.
From the minute that you introduced him to your dad,
they became great friends as they both shared a passion of finding new animal
species. Not the wisest decision you’ve ever made. Let’s just say that you came
home one day to find a bunch of different hamsters on your couch.
You were so absorbed in your thoughts from your
hometown that you didn’t even notice the small salience on the side walk, which
caused you to trip. You closed your eyes, prepared to collide to the ground,
but meting a softer surface instead. Someone’s chest.
“Hey there, careful” A raspy voice said. The
person had his hands around your arms, securing you against him. He smelled
like mint and cigarettes, and a small pinch of cinnamon.
“I’m so sorry.” You apologized, stepping
back. You started to blush when you realized he still had his hands around you,
and even with the small space between you two, you could still feel your heart
pounding against your chest. “Are you okay?”
“I should be the one asking you that.” He
said, laughing. The first thing you noticed about him was his orange hair. It
was an unusual thing to see, very strange, yet he still managed to be one of
the most handsome guys you have ever seen. You met his eyes, only to notice
that he was already looking at you, giving you one of those smiles that were so
bright that made the sun’s light look like absolutely nothing when compared to it.
“I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” He
added, noticing that you hadn’t responded.
“I’m Y/N.” You shook your head and smiled,
trying to distract yourself to not stare at him.
“Well, Y/N, you are not from around here, are
you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, examining your features.
“No, actually I’m not. I’m staying here for some
time, at my grandma’s. And I know that I said it before but I’m really sorry
that I bumped into you. I had to go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop to find some
chocolate bits for my grandma but I got distracted and- ” You rambled. He
tucked the hair behind your ear and you stepped back, surprised, only to
stumble on that same piece of the sidewalk. Great. Just great. There was no way
you were ever going to get out of the house with these pair of shoes again.
“Seeing that you are always falling, do you need
company to make sure you get to your grandma’s house intact? I would hate
myself if you fell again and I wasn’t there to catch you” He said, winking
“Are you trying to seduce me? Because that isn’t
“Are you sure? Because I swear that when I do
this” He took a step closer to you and lowered himself, whispering into
your ear “I can hear your heart starting to race.”
You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny the fact
that what he was saying was true. You just had this feeling that he was one of
these cocky people and that only admitting that to him would only make his ego
He laughed at your reaction and brushed his hand
through his orange hair. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist and
realized that it had passed more time that it seemed, and that your grandma may
get anxious if you don’t get home quickly. After all, the shop wasn’t far away
from her house.
You started walking towards the store and noticed that
he was still right beside you.
“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” He said
after a while of you two walking side by side.
“What about me?” You asked.
“I want to get to know you.” He said after
taking a deep breath. That question made you nervous, mainly because no one ever
asked you that, because no one ever cared that much.
“You do? I’m warning you I am a pretty boring
person with a very boring life. There is nothing interesting about me.”
You say as the both of you get inside the store. You greet the old bald man that
is on the other side of the counter while Jimin just waves at him and sends him
a small smile.
The store isn’t very big, so you won’t take long to
find what you want. The last time you had been here was years ago, and knowing
that everything was still on the same place comforted you.
“I don’t believe that. Let’s see, for example…
What’s your favourite colour?” He asked adjusting one of his many rings
that he had on his hand.
“I don’t have one.” You answered, shrugging.
“What? What do you mean you don’t have a
favourite colour? Everybody has got a favourite colour. That’s like the basic
requirement for being a human being.”
“Basic requirement?” You laughed, picking up
a package of chocolate bits from one of the shelves. “It’s just a colour”
“Just a colour? Whoa. You just hurt me, I hope
you know that.” He faked a hurt look and stepped back dramatically while
you walked to the counter. You handed your grandma’s coins to the man and said
goodbye, politely. Through the window you could see that the sun was starting
to go down, a very pretty view actually, but you don’t have the time to enjoy
it as you have to get home as quickly as possible.
The cold air hits your face when you get out of the
store and you shiver, closing your jacket a bit more. Jimin, however didn’t
seem very bothered by the cold, as he continued to walk normally and talking to
you, gesticulating theatrically over the fact that you didn’t have a favourite
“I still can’t believe you don’t have one.”
He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He seemed to think hard for a bit
and then snapped his fingers like he just had the most brilliant idea ever "You know what? You just gave me a
“I, what?” You stopped walking, giving him a
“You just gave me a mission. From now until the
day you leave, I have the mission to make you have a favourite colour.” He
said. Jimin sounded determined and you got the feeling that he was one of those
people that always got what they wanted, so you didn’t object.
You may not admit it to anyone, and not even yourself,
but you liked talking to him and you looked to know that he cared about you,
even if it all was because of a stupid colour. He was very carefree and
completely different from the people that you had met so far in your life, like
a breeze of fresh air.
You two continued to talk during the rest of the way
to your grandmother’s house. He would, occasionally, try a pick of line on you
but you would always dodge him of, which resulted in him laughing at your
reactions. You would, however, blush at his words every now and then, and he
must have noticed that because he started joking with you.
“Ha, Y/N, are you blushing?” He said, pinching your
cheeks with his fingers.
“What? No, I’m not” You lied, moving faster away from
him. “It’s hot, that’s all. Are you really following me all the way home?”
“Of course. You know, my mother always told me to
follow my dreams” You rolled your eyes at his corniness.
There could be seen a few people walking around the
town and some others sitting on their balcony talking to one another. They
seemed so close with each other, the complete opposite to your life in the
city, where they wouldn’t even stop to great you.
When you saw the house a few meters away from where
you were you couldn’t help but to feel a bit sad that this was all over so
quickly. You stopped in front of the gate and pointed at the house.
“This is it.” You said.
Even though the town is small you couldn’t help but to
be afraid that you may never see him again. You didn’t quite knew why you felt
that why, you just did.
How did you get so attached to him in just a few
“I know your grandma!” He suddenly realised “She
is a really cool lady. I remember she gave me some of her cookies. Wait… That
was for what the chocolate bit were needed?” He asked, his eyes glinting.
You nodded in response, laughing.
He sure has heck seemed to really enjoy those cookies.
There was a bit of a silence for a while, while you
two standed in front of the gate. He kept fiddling his fingers, like a nervous
habit it seemed, while you played with the package that was in between your
“Well, looks like I have to go. It was nice
seeing you, Jimin” You said goodbye to him, walking up the little garden
that your grandmother had in front of her house.
“Hey” He shouted, like he had just remembered
something “Tonight I’m doing something and I really wanted you to come and
see. And maybe… you could bring some of those cookies with you?”
“So, basically you just want me to take you the
cookies?” You laughed.
“How did you know? I’m I that obvious?” He
joked. “But no, I really want you to go. Do you know where the bridge
is?” You nodded. “Well, meet me there around ten thirty. You will
have a lot of fun, I promise.”
“Okay, I will see if I can go.” You waved at
him from the front porch as he walked way, backwards while smiling at you.
“Ten thirty, don’t forget!” He yelled. You
stayed there, still, watching him walking away.
You cleaned your feet on the red carpet and open the
door, only to find your grandma sitting on the couch watching “The Price
Is Right” and swearing at the people on the television.
“How can they not know that it costs 9.75? Are
you dumb? Boy, when I go to church I will pray for you” She mumbled to
The moment she noticed you standing behind her,
holding the package in between your hands, she turned the television off and
run to you, hugging and pacing you back and forth.
“God, you are finally here. I was so worried,
what took you so long?” She questioned you, worried.
“Nothing I just found someone on the way and lost
track of time. Now that I’m here, how about we do those cookies you were
talking about? I’m so hungry” You said, and your stomach growled.
“Someone, huh?” She winked, picking up the
package of the chocolate bits that I had brought from the kitchen counter.
“Who is the lucky man?”
“Grandma… It’s nothing like that. We are just
friends, if you could even call it that. I just met him today.” You picked
up the tray and greased it with butter so that the cookies wouldn’t stick.
“If you say so… But who is he?” She asked,
excitement evident in her voice.
“Oh, Jimin!” She said. Her reaction was the
same of when someone mentioned Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, he must be very
important to her. “He is a very unique guy, isn’t he?”
“Indeed. He was very surprised that I didn’t have
a favourite colour. He said he it was his mission to make me have one or
something.” You laughed. He sure as heck was different “How do you
“Hum… Your grandfather and him where very close.
When he… passed away…” She stopped and you continued to knead the dough.
Talking about your grandfather was a very touchy subject for her, and if Jimin
was as close to him as she said he was, he definatly was someone special.
“He visited me every two days to check on how I was doing and of course,
to ask me if whenever I would bake again I could give him some of my pastries. But,
why did you ask me about him?”
“He… he invited me to meet him by the bridge
tonight, he said he wanted to show me something. And I wanted to know if he was
trustworthy or not. And since you said you knew him…” You rambled. You
opened the first cabined and took out the stars shaped object to cut the dough.
You felt a bit uneasy when talking about this to her,
since you came here to spend some time with her and not other people. And much
less to have a romantic interest.
If Taehyung was here right now, he would make fun of
you. Who would say that the same girl that refused to accept to have a friend
was now thinking about romantic interests with someone?
“You have a date?” She asked, happily.
“It’s not a date.”
“Yes, yes it is. My granddaughter has a date! You
are growing up so fast” She sobbed into your shoulder.
“Grandma, I’m in college already. I’m not a kid
anymore.” You laughed.
“I know, I know. There is no need in reminding me
of that. Now go take a shower! By the time you are done the dinner must be
ready. Now, go! Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She shushed you out of the
kitchen with her oven glove.
“Alright, alright.” You responded. You
climbed up the stairs and went to the bathroom to turn the hot water on.
Getting rid of your clothes you hop in and close the curtain.
You take your time washing your hair and body,
thinking about if you should actually go and meet Jimin by the bridge. You
wanted to, that was true, but you still had your doubts. However, those had
nothing to do with him, you were just afraid of getting too attached, since the
last time you did so your mother had left.
Your grandma was right, you though while you took the shampoo
out of your hair, he sure was unique.
You mean, who the heck would make a mission to make someone choose a favourite
colour? But you liked that about him, it made him stand out, it made him
different from the others.
You turned the water shower off and wrapped one towel
around your body and another one around your hair. You stepped carefully out of
the shower, to the carpet and took out one comb from one of the low cabins and brushed
your hair, wrapping the towel more closely to your body in fear of it falling
off while you stretched your arms.
Getting to your bedroom, you change your clothes and
blow dry your hair. You see you phone standing on your bed and click on it,
seeing that you have three missed calls from your dad. Not a good sign.
“Dad? Is everything alright?” You say into
the phone’s speaker. “Dad?”
“Y/N, sweetheart how are you?”
“Fine, how about you? Did you have dinner
already? Do I need to call Taehyung to bring you some food?” You said,
“Jesus, I’m fine. I had some leftovers that were
laying around in the fridge, don’t worry. Is everything okay with you? I called
you three times and you didn’t pick up any of them.” You could hear some
papers falling on the ground on the other side of the line, indicating that he
was in his office, working. Gosh, did that man ever stopped working?
“I was showering.” You take your phone away
from your ear and notice that there is already nine thirty p.m.. Your grandma
must have the dinner ready by now. “Hey, I got to go now, I’m going to eat
now. Take care of yourself, okay? If anything call Taehyung, you have his number
and he lives nearby.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t worry about me, go and have
your dinner. I will call you tomorrow, bye” He ended the call and you left
the bedroom, closing the door behind you.
You stepped down the stairs, with the dirty clothes
from before on your hands, to find a delicious smell on the air: you had almost
forgotten of how good your grandmother’s cooking was.
“There you are!” She said, picking the clothes
off your hands and throwing them at the laundry basket that was laying around
on her kitchen “Come and sit, you have somewhere to be in an hour, don’t
you?” You were already feeling sorry about telling her about it.
She mentions for you to seat in front of her, as she
bring the mashed potatoes to the table. She tries to ask you more questions
about Jimin when you start eating, and make some suggestions about him and you,
which you try to dodge every time. You tell her that you father called and she
could feel the worry in your voice, about him being so far away all by himself.
“Don’t worry, he is going to be alright. It may
not seem like it but he had become stronger since… you know.” She said.
“Yeah, I’m just scared for him, that he might do
something crazy and I’m not there to take care of him.”
“You are a good person Y/N, your father is really
proud of you. And so am I.” She smiled. You continued to eat in silence
after that touchy subject. You hated to talk about your mother or even think
She had run away with some painter when you were
twelve and your father had never fully recovered from that. The worst part wasn’t
that he had left without a warning, it was the fact that she didn’t even bother
to call you, to check up on you. You were her daughter after all.
As you took one last glass of water the clock strikes
ten p.m. and you grow more anxious. Your palms start to get a bit sweaty and
you pinkie finger starts to move nervously.
You help your grandmother with the dishes, a job that
she was very much unhappy for you to be doing, especially at a time like this,
but you needed to stop thinking about it and doing other things was what helped
you more. She put some music from her old radio on the background and the two
of you danced while cleaning up the table.
This was one of
the things that you liked the most about her, the fact that she could transform
one of the most simple tasks in the funniest thing ever. You sang and moved all
around while putting the glasses back on the cabinet.
“Crap.” You whispered. It was already ten
twenty five and there was no way that you were going to be there in time. You had
been so distracted by all the dancing and singing, that you forgot to check the
You ran up and down the stairs, putting your shoes on
and adjusting the clothes that you were wearing in hopes of trying to look a
bit more decent.
“Take some cookies to give to Jimin” Your
grandmother said, calmly, while you walked frantically from one side to the
other. She opened the door for you and extended you her hand that had a little
blue box filled in them filled with the chocolate chips cookies.
“Don’t worry I could never forget the
cookies.” You screamed as you run down the road.
You moved your feet as fast as you could, and secured
the blue box on your hand, with the fear of letting it fall. The wind was
blowing the air out of your face and you could feel your legs starting to
become sore. Your brain was screaming for you to stop but your legs just kept
going and going and going.
It took you some time to see the bridge since it was
being blinded by the huge amount of lights that were around it. It wasn’t
normal for that to happen, or at least that was not how you remembered it.
You walked to the parking lot that was by the bridge and
you came across tons of people around multiple cars that were parked in the
parking lot. They were talking cheerfully, some with bottles of booze in their hands
that they passed among them and some others smoking cigarettes. They were
standing all around the cars and by the theme of their conversation that you
could grasp they were talking about… races?
You turned your head from side to side, looking for
Jimin but you, unluckily, didn’t find him. You even asked some girls that were
standing together near the yellow car if they had seen him around here or
something but they had said that he hadn’t arrived yet. Some of them acted
strangely when you mentioned his name but you brushed it off, maybe they had
just reacted that way because you were new here, or even because of the way you
Unlike them you weren’t wearing shorts or jean, but a
very pretty floral dress. Which wasn’t your best decision, because if it would start
to get windy you would have to give a Marilyn Monroe vibe.
You walked away from the crowd of people and standed
alone against one of the lamps that illuminated the parking lot where you were,
hoping that Jimin would eventually show up.
“Y/N!” You heard a voice saying your name
and a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist. You jump slightly and you
hear him chuckle in your ear.
“You scared me” You say, stepping away from
him and putting a hand on your chest. Your heart was pounding against your
ribcage and you didn’t know if it was because he had scared you or because of
the way he had wrapped his arms around you.
Behind him were three guys that were laughing at both
of your reactions. One of them had green hair, the middle one was blonde and
the last one had brown hair. Their features were soft and they seemed to be nice
people, or at least that was what you were expecting them to be.
They standed a bit far off from you and Jimin and you
could help but to think if he had told them anything about you.
“I was afraid that you had changed you mind and
decided not to come.” He said, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. You
were walking in the cars direction and you felt a huge will of asking him about
why he had brought you here and especially, what was all of this, but you
didn’t. You had this feeling that he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, like he would
say something along the lines of “just wait, you will see”.
“And you felt sad?” You joked.
“Of course. If you didn’t come that meant that I
couldn’t have these amazing cookies that you grandmother baked” He said
while taking the little blue box out of your hands.
You suddenly thought about what she had said, that all
of this was supposed to be a date. A part of you wanted this to be one but the
other one didn’t, it was all a lot of mixed feelings and you were afraid that
the part that did, would win. You just weren’t ready to get hurt again.
“Why am I not surprised” You laughed. He
pulled you even more closed to him, with one hand still wrapped around your
shoulders, while the other took out a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket
and put one of them on his mouth.
“Smoking is bad for you, you know?” You
said, looking right into his eyes.
“Yeah, a lot of people have been telling me that.”
“And why do you keep doing it?” You asked.
“Because it’s an addiction. Or maybe because the right
person hasn’t asked me yet” You blushed at his words. You couldn’t help but to
think if this was about you.
“Could you just not smoke this one?”
“Why not?” He furred his eyebrows.
“Because each cigarette takes away eleven minutes
of your life.” You answered . However, the next thing that you said
completely surprised you. And him too, by the look on his face. “And that are
eleven minutes less that I can spend you”.
He stared at you for a long time, with an unreadable
face, when the corners of his mouth started to go up and he was smiling. He
smiled a lot when he was around you and you liked that.
He took the
cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, stepping on it.
“If you put that in that way, I guess that it’s
better if I get rid of the whole package then”. That made you smile, a
really widening smile, that ones that you almost never gave to people. Your
grandmother was right, he surely was someone special.
“My grandma said that you were very close with my
grandfather” You said after a while.
“Yes I was. Your grandfather was a man that knew
a lot of things. In fact, before he… hum… passed away, he taught me some of
them” He was talking at the same at that he was observing the people that
were chatting to their friends. He was watching them so closely, that it almost looked like he was
studying them. His orange hair was pushed back showing off his forehead and he
was wearing sunglasses that were laying around his neck, backwards, even though
it was night time and the sun had already gone down. His black leather jacket tighten
around his back and arms when he crossed them, making his muscles stand out
even more. And now, under the dim light that was upon us he was even more
“What type of things?” You asked, curiosity
taking the best of you.
“Well, you want to see them?” He said,
cocking his head to the side. You nodded in response. and He then started to
walk away from you and towards one of those cars, the black one.
“Namjoon!” He screamed, loudly, in the
middle of the crowd. “Remember that bet we made? How about we do that
now?” The people that were scattered around the parking lot started to
gather around Jimin, and a tall guy with brown hair appeared in the middle of
it, stepping in front of him.
You standed back, watching the whole scene, not
knowing what was going to happen next. However your feet started to move involuntary
into the middle of the crowd as well, where one of his friends, the green
haired one, joined you by your side.
Namjoon and Jimin both got inside their cars and
positioned then at the same level and distance to make sure none of them had an
advantage on the other. A girl walked into the middle of the road, and then
stopped in between the two cars, with a white flag between her hands that were
stretched above her head. Jimin and Namjoon adjusted the mirrors and turned on
the engines whose sounds were started to grow louder and louder.
Inside the car Jimin relaxed himself into the seat and
his eyes started to search for you in the crowd. When they met yours he winked
at you and then focused back on the road, making your heart skip a beat.
“Be careful” You whispered, even though you
knew that he couldn’t hear you. You didn’t even know who you were saying that
to, him or youself.
“I don’t know what is so different about
you” The green haired guy said over the loud cheers that the crowd was
giving and the tickling of the bottles against each other’s. “He talks
about you a lot, which isn’t normal for him. He normally doesn’t care about
girls. At least not anymore. But you… I can’t quite put a finger on it”
“What? How do you mean that I’m different?”
“You made him throw away a package of cigarettes.
We, who have been friends with him for years now, have tried to make him throw
away one cigarette. One. And we never got to do that. In twelve fucking
years.” He said. He had a cold expression, and his tone was a bit harsh,
but you could tell that it was only because he seemed to care a lot for him.
As you were about to respond the girl threw the white
flag down to the ground and they started to drive off as fast as they could.
The crowd screamed louder and louder as they distance themselves even more far
away from you.
It was calm for a few minutes, with none of the cars
in sight, nor the lights. But it didn’t took long as they both appeared riding
the cars into your direction, or even better, the headlights did.
They kept driving faster and faster towards the
winning post, side to side, making it impossible of knowing who was going to
win. However, on the last second Jimin was able to speed up even more and
passed Namjoon’s car, getting to the goal first.
went crazy, shouting and dancing everywhere, while Namjoon’s backed away,
ashamed of losing the bet.
You found yourself clapping, happily too, and cheering
“I swear that there was something wrong with the
engine” You heard Namjoon saying as he got out of the car.
“Don’t lie, man. We both know that it was completely
fine. Just accept that I won.” Jimin said, rolling his eyes and brushing
the hair off his forehead. “Oh, and don’t forget, cold water and no
soap” He added, grinning, while he threw Namjoon his car keys.
“Y/N!” You heard him shout from the middle
of the crowd.
“Here!” You said, swaying your arms around,
in hopes for him to see you.
He came running to you, dodging some people that were congratulating
him along the way and greeting another ones.
When he finally got next to you, he wrapped you in
between his arms and lifted you off the ground as you smiled into the crock of
“So, what did you thought about it?” He
asked, excited. His eyes were glinting and you could hear his heart beating
fast from the adrenaline that he had felt.
“You were amazing, I’m -”
“Jimin?” You got interrupted by a soft, a feminine
voice that belonged to a blond girl that was wearing a rather tight dark blue
dress “You did a very good job in there. Got to say that you have evolved
“Thank you, I like to think so too” He
However, what she did next was completely unpredictable.
She moved in between you and him and kissed his cheek. And you just stayed there,
as you felt a pain in your chest.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
All happened in slow motion, one moment you are pushing Lucas away from you and the other Bucky is holding Lucas by his shirt lifting him in the air. Bucky punches him in the face, you can feel that Bucky didn’t use half of his strength and that he even pulled his punch back a little.
Sure Lucas would wake up in pain and with a black eye tomorrow, but Bucky could have killed Lucas with just a punch, after all he is a super soldier. Bucky drops Lucas on the floor and his expression soften when he looks at you “Are you okay?” He asks gently.
You nod and he takes your hand. You watch as Lucas gets up from the floor and all you can feel is rage because Lucas has a smirk on his fucking face. How dare him kiss you? Why did he think that he had the right to kiss you? For that moment you let the rage take over you.
Hey, after so many requested the second part. Here is it! I have to admit that’s the first text I have ever written, which contained sexual content. So, I am sorry because I am also a virgin. I hope you will like it! ♥
Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader
Warning: Sexual content, huge age gap, and green-eyed monster
Previously… After a quiet moment, she felt his tongue on her folds. Y/N threw her head back and moaned his name. His smirk grew and he moved closer.
She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Her hands tightened a grip in his hair, while she felt the pleasure in her whole body. FP just continued to eat her out and tried to ignore the throbbing feeling, down in his pants. It felt like the pants tightened around him and cut off the blood supply. The Serpent didn’t know, how long he was going to last.
Y/N was on the verge of reaching her climax, but FP pulled away abruptly. The sudden loss of the pleasure feeling caused the teenager to groan. The man loved to tease her, especially to show her, how long the night was going to be. FP moved upwards again and moved his hands to her bra. With one move, he removed the last piece of clothing. Y/N moved her hand over the bulge and pulled the zipper of his jeans down. FP let go and began to help her with the easy task. Once his remaining clothing was gone, he placed his member over her entrance. He began to tease her with his tip and leaned down to kiss her.
With one swift move, he entered her and both of them began to groan. Her legs returned to his waist and her hands in his hair. The man tugged on her lips, asking for entrance. Their hips began to move faster and Y/N began to scratch his back, leaving red marks. This action caused FP to growl and move faster. He trailed kisses down her neck, leaving purple bruises and salvia.
Both of them rode out their high and breathed heavily. Y/N snuggled into his chest and FP kept an arm around her. They stayed like this until they fell asleep.
Y/N was the first one to wake up. She turned away from FP’s body and looked at the clock on the wall. 10:38 AM. Tonight would be the last show in the drive-in cinema. She and Joaquin would meet up later because FP had to meet up with this Lodge-Lady again. Y/N would not admit it, but she was quite jealous. Okay, it was more than just a bit because she wanted to hit the woman.
She moved her head towards FP and admired. FP always looked stressed while he was awake. There was a lot of responsibility as the leader of the Southside Serpents. Once he fell asleep, the frown vanished and was replaced by a peaceful look. In a matter of seconds, she got an idea and moved below the blanket. Both of them were still naked from last night so he wouldn’t wake up from something else but pleasure. One hand began to caress the length and Y/N moved forward to take him in. FP began to stir and let out a noise. The girl began to move her tongue around him. FP was awakened by the sudden movements and pleasure. Without thinking, he gripped her hair and pulled her closer.
After FP reached his climax, Y/N moved next to him and back in his arms. The man began to caress her arm and just stared down at her. It was not the first time she had done it, but she had never done it to wake him up. He also could see a worried glimpse on her face. “Okay, what is wrong? I can see something is bothering you.” She just shrugged her shoulders and sat up. He stopped her from standing up and tugged her back. His hand moved a strand of her hair behind her ear. She moved her head against his chest and mumbled something. Usual, Y/N would tell him, what’s on her mind. The concern in his chest began to grow. FP wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to his chest. Out of nowhere, the teenager began to sob. The Serpent sat there and just hold her. He had children, but he could not remember the last hug with one of them.
The girl stopped sobbing and looked away from FP. You could see that she was clearly embarrassed by her break down. “I am sorry,” she whispered. FP kept his arm around her, “There is nothing you have to be sorry about. Baby, tell what is wrong?” Y/N looked down at her hands, “Do I have to be afraid?” A familiar frown began to form on his face, “Afraid of what?”
“That you will start something with this Lodge,” she told him in a quiet voice. Her cheeks began to heat up and she didn’t move her eyes away from her hands. FP had to bite back a laugh. Not because she was being hilarious, but of the thought of doing something with Hiram Lodge’s wife. His hands reached for her head and moved her back to his chest. “That’s not going to happen, even if you want me to. I have a deal with her husband, but he is in jail. I love you Y/N and no one can change that. You are important to me and I would do everything for you.” A small smile began to form on her lips, “That’s the nicest thing someone has ever said to me.” The Serpent laughed and smiled down at her, “And I will keep saying it.”
Later that night, the couple was at the drive-in. They may not sit next to each other but kept stealing glances. The Southside Serpents had been making loud noises since the movie started. You could clearly see that people were giving them dirty eyes. Y/N was sitting right next to Joaquin and kept stealing from his popcorn. Suddenly, the Sheriff’s son stuck out his head from the side of his car and “Psht” them. Everyone went silent for a moment and then throw popcorn in his direction. From the side, Y/N could see that Joaquin was staring at him. The boys kept glancing at each other until the son turned around. Just a few seconds later, a girl with black hair stood up. “Hey! You know what happens to a snake when a Louboutin heel steps on it? Shut the hell up, or you will find out.” The Serpents felt in permanent silence but the crowd began to cheer. The girl bowed and sat down again.
Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to Joaquin, “This was more entertaining as the whole movie so far,” and stole more popcorn. The teenager turned around to also steal another glance of FP but saw how he sneaked away with the lady. Her eyes didn’t leave the spot, until the same girl who threatened the Serpents a few minutes ago, followed them. She was about to tell Joaquin that she will leave for a few minutes when she saw him following the boy. Y/N literally jumped out of her chair and followed the girl. At the time, she arrived, the girl was about to go. “Can I help you?” Y/N asked with crossed arms. The question caused the girl to jump and turn around. Her eyes grew with fear, “I-I lost my earring. Yes, my earring.” The Y/H/C began to smirk, knowing she was lying. “I will tell you if I find it.” The raven-haired girl nodded quickly and walked away. Y/N knew she was keeping looking back at her while going. She was about to go as well when FP came out of his hiding.
The lady followed him out and jumped, just like the younger girl a few seconds ago. The waitress mumbled something and left. FP moved towards Y/N and greeted her with a kiss. “Checking up that she is not throwing herself at me?” Y/N chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Checking up that you are not getting in trouble,” and with that their lips met.
Request: Please could you write a Four/Tobias x reader where (Y/n) is best friends with Tris and is in love with Four, but refuses to admit that due to her friendship with Tris. When Four requests the three of them be put on trial in Candor using a truth serum, (Y/N) is nervous, but believes nothing about her feelings will come up, but they do.
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Everything was so complicated.
Tobias was in love with Tris.
Tris was in love with Tobias.
Not that hard right?
At least not until someone realizes that you, Tris’ best friend, was also in love with Tobias.
You somehow find yourself down in Pennywises lair. You see him sitting at a vanity, taking off his clown paint one cotton round at a time. Skin care is important to him. He sees you in the reflection of his Venecian mirror, watching. Waiting. For what? You’re not quite sure. He’s just so beautiful, you can’t help but stare.
You make eye contact as he turns his head. You run.
“Wait!” He shouts. “Don’t go.”
His voice is tender. Almost longing. Croaky is a way that hints to the fact that he just bit a 6 year old boys arm off then devoured the rest of him in a sewer drain. You find it… sweet in a way. I mean, he has to eat, right? We humans eat animals all the time. How is his form of sustenance any different. Are we really that much better?
The next thing you know Pennywise is by your side, your back still slightly to him. He pulls a few stray hairs over your shoulder and chills run down your spine. His hand caresses your arm and makes its way to your hand.
“Stay with me.” He pleads, as your fingers intertwine.
You turn to him, and stare into his sparkling eyes and whisper…