everything about this scene is precious gold but can we please talk about how Shiro took off his helmet so he could dry out his little hair tuft and how he’s immensely enjoying letting it blow freely in the wind
Request: fluff shawn? can you do an imagine of just you and shawn lying on bed resting talking about life maybe kids just how young you are but how in love you are
Authors note: So I currently have 13 requests in my inbox and even though it may not seem like a lot- it takes me a while to write so hence, it takes me a while to write them up. Please don’t think I won’t do it! It’s just going to take some time to get through them all :)
“I can’t wait until I finish University and I can finally start my new life. Working. Being with you.” I trail off, my head resting on Shawn’s chest as we layed on the couch snuggled up under a blanket.
“Yeah..” his voice is scratchy from not speaking. Shawn had spent the last 5 minutes listening to me talk about my finals in University. “It will go so fast. Soon you’ll be out there working.” He strokes a piece of hair off my face and behind my ear.
“Mmhm.” I shut my eyes. It would be so easy to fall asleep cuddled up next to Shawn yet, I didn’t want to stop talking to him. “You’re warm.”
“Am I?” His voice is laced with humor. “You’re pretty hot too.”
I gasp, sitting up. “Are you, the Shawn Mendes, calling me hot?” I ask, faking a shocked response that Shawn sees right through.
“Is the sky blue?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. I laugh, rolling on top of him. I cross my arms and place them them on Shawn’s chest, my chin resting on top of my arms.
“I believe so.” I smirk and Shawn rolls his eyes.
“Then you must be hot.”
“The temperature is getting high in here.” I tilt my head, watching as Shawn’s eyes crinkle in a laugh, the sound echoing around our small lounge room. Before I can think about what I’m about to do, my mouth is open and the words are flowing out.
“I want kids. Maybe two or three, even four. I need you to know that.” His smile fades, a serious look covering his face. “Before we move our relationship further, I mean we have been dating for what? Almost two years? For me that’s pretty serious.”
“Yeah, for me too.” Shawn adds and I pause, nodding.
“I want you to know that I want children and I want a family and I want to get married.” I can see he’s thinking. I know that I need to give him time to process what I just said but once again my mouth just keeps moving.
“I want a wedding. I want to go shopping for the perfect white dress that as soon as I try it on I know that its the one I want to walk down the isle in.” I smile, picturing the exact event.
“I want to be able to stand in front of my soon to be husband and I want to say vows that I 100% mean and that he’ll 100% mean. I want to be happy. I want to be so happy with that person that I can see my self having a family with them. To have children and have family vacations. To watch them grow up and go to school and find themselves and what passions they have. I want that. I want it all.” I hold his gaze, his eyes never wavering.
“I can see it with you. I can see myself having that life with you Shawn. I need to know, if you don’t see yourself having that life with me, tell me.” I hold my breath, finally shutting up. His mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.
“When I first saw you.” he begins, his hand reaching up to rub circles on my back. “Three years ago in that bar, I knew then that what you described- that life, I certainly could have it with you.” I let out the breath I was holding, a smile covering my face.
“I want to propose to you in an over the top way and watch as you walk towards me in a church in that beautiful white dress you love with your family and mine there to see us get married. I want to recite vows that I 100% mean.” We chuckle, Shawn leaning forward slightly to kiss my nose.
“I want to be able to fly you to places you’ve never been so you can experience different cultures and see the world. I want to be able to come home and know you’ll be there waiting for me. To start a family with you. Buy our first house together and watch our family grow as we have those four children you want. Even if I’m still touring or if I do something else I want to come home to you and our kids and just be so happy that I found someone like you to experience life with.”
“Shawn.” I say softly, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, pushing the curls off his forehead.
“I want to grow old with you and when we finally reach 80 years old to look back on our life and still be able to say I’m glad I had you to spend my life with.” He’s smiling at me and I feel like my heart may burst.
“I know we’re still young, but I’ve only ever been so sure of two things in my life.”
“Yeah?” I ask, kissing his knuckles softly as he entwines his hand with mine.
“Music,” he kisses me, his lips tasting of the coffee he had been drinking. He pulls back to utter the last two words. “And you,”
Warnings: NSFW (18+), Oral (female receiving), Edging, Teasing, Stuart being a dick, Horrible video game references.
Author’s Note: Me and Mal co-wrote this (obviously) because Stuart is adorable and sexy af. We have also decided to enter this for Stuart Week ( @sarcasticallystilinski & @rememberstilinski )! This is pure filth and fluff and angst all in one. We make a good team! Lol.
It all started
in my freshman year of college. That’s when I first met him. The snarky,
sarcastic, beanie-wearing cutie that is Stuart Twombly.
Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK
the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell
you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever.
Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to
write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into
little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.
Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie
Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it
a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default
though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was
so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.
next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you
were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual
predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been
put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not
everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided
to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not
have them humiliate him.
the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with
Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the
murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending? There you could not help to think of how both
Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant,
the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic.
Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she
was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.
you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale
was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our
parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral
ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with
almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl,
Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the
new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems
too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in
Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom
decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her
choice, but she would do anything for your father.
days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high
school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found
love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which
we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue
& Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made
a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their
issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing
or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I
forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River
Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them
happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though
when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had
“fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this
summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.
were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change,
Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was
just happy you weren’t just the “hippie” artist. I did
say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen.
And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and
decided to go to Pops.
you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you
looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip
across him in the booth.
“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no
more uniform?” he retorted.
“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the
comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and
Ronnie were coming into Pops
“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to
everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals
with his fingers.
“I just don’t want this to take
time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.
“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie
answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.
“I only did this, because Ronnie
made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.
“Oh come on I just recently met
you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into
“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you
for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands
when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle
and so we kept on talking until
it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug
trying to fix up his novel.
“Get some rest” you say to Jug as
you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you
next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.
“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!”
Your mom shouted from downstairs.
“Coming!” you shouted back,
grabbing your stuff for practice later.
“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you
asked as you reached them in the kitchen.
“We are having dinner with The
Mantles on Friday night” your father answered
“And we need you home and go buy
yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she
continued dads sentence.
Confused as to what’s going on
since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”
Dad just shoots you a look “Its
business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”
You nod and make your way to the
door and get the bike to get to school.
you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit,
he appears with a smug look on his face.
“Hey (Y/N), looking good today,
um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely
look good today.”
“I’d like to think so” you retort
“but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having
a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie
“Well a bit, but I always have to
compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks
“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a
sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in
distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.
“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up,
“um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie
“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my
family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with
his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies
as Jug likes to call them.
“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles
together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?” Betty questions me.
“Is there something I’m missing
here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on
“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be
very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed
my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my
locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.
The day goes by and during lunch you
head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.
“No, I got some things to do at
home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me
“It is not like that Cheryl, just
a business dinner” you answer annoyed.
“I always did think he’d end up
with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she
stated with sly smile.
The week went by and you bought yourself
a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred
jeans and t-shirt on any occasion.
It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug,
Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when
Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.
“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip
it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev
“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday
night then?” Kevin asks
“Yeah, I think I can, how about
you guys?” you ask the rest of the group
“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop
sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while
“I’m in!” Veronica states “What
about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.
“Yeah” the red-haired boy
Reggie made his way to the table
“Hope you’re not making any plans
for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie
states with a puppy dog expression.
“Oh, God please don’t call me
that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.
“What? You love it when I call
you that!” Reggie proclaims
“Yeah when we were eight” you
declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.
“Well he’s been awfully sweet to
you lately” Betty announces to the group
“It’s probably because he doesn’t
want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie
just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to
re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.
“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and
Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against
“I promise, he’s yours for the
taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.
the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk
“Hey (Y/N), look if you like
Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even
give me the time of day, I mean…”
You grab her by the shoulder and
cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I
have never thought about him like that, never.”
Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look
I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and
talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”
“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around
like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you
like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure
She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I
promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d
invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”
goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.
You stumbled into your apartment building, hoping that Jimin wouldn’t be home. You were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and cry your eyes out. You were sure Jimin would be out still with Jungkook, allowing you privacy to cry. More tears shed over Min Yoongi. You shook your head bitterly to yourself, your throat was raw from holding back the tears as Yoongi’s face flashed in your mind. How many times had you sworn would be the last?
Your apartment was dark as you let yourself in. The silence was oddly comforting, the only sound was the shuddering sigh that escaped from your lips.
“Y/N?” The light switched on, you jumped under the sudden harshness of the light. Jimin stood there, dressed in just his pyjamas, a confused look on his face. Oh my God, he’s home. You struggled to maintain a composed expression, glancing away, hoping Jimin wouldn’t notice how upset you were.
“What are you… hey. Are you alright?” Jimin’s eyes widened when he took in your tear stained cheeks, your red and sore eyes. Of course he noticed. Jimin always noticed.
nct 127 reaction when you like putting your cold hands under their shirt?
Hello, nct 127+johnny reaction request, umm their gf always puts her hands under their shirt or up their sleeves to feel their skin as a habit 😇 thank you in advance
OMG I loved writing this skjdabhbd hkkdbfhishb I feel like I’d be the type of girlfriend to do this tbh awe obviously i wouldnt know because im -78 years old and just a feotus
can we pls talk more about taeil’s arms and visuals????
Taeil is a pretty mature and sensible guy so wouldn’t be too fazed or bothered by this bait of yours. He’d like the fact that this was a habit of yours that you only did with him; it’d make him feel very loved and needed and in moments like these, he realised how much he loved you. “Y/N, you know how much you mean to me - please don’t leave me”, he’d whisper into your hair, wrapping his arms around your shoulders warmly.
I can imagine Johnny being a very physically warm person and your cold fingertips would startle him at first. He’d soon relax into your touch and bring you closer to him, a wide smile playing on his face. This habit would quickly become a shared one, where Johnny would also place his hands under your shirt and rub your back or trace circle on your waist. Without even realising, sometimes you’d find each other’s hands rubbing each other’s bare skin innocently and subconsciously; it’d be one of your ways of showing affection.
Taeyong was probably the first one who started doing this as a habit, and then you quickly catches up on it. Having his hands on your bare skin gave him a sense of belonging and possessiveness, knowing that no one else could do this with you too. You knew he was mad if he didn’t, at point during the day, put his hands on your bare waist or tummy or back. You started doing the same without realising, Taeyong pointing it out - and teasing you about it - after you had done it a couple of times.
When you first started having this habit, he’d always think you were trying to imitate something like you wanted sex. You’d have to push him away and say that you were just innocently putting your hands on his chest because it calmed you down, and his heart would flutter whenever you did it. He definitely wouldn’t be one to complain and stop you from doing this, no matter where he was or who was around.
Doyoung would find this habit of yours very comforting. He’d lean his head on you shoulder and enjoy your touch, sighing contently. He’d be embarrassed if you did it in front of the other members, more worried that you wouldn’t be able to put up with their teasing and so would stop doing it, rather than whether he got teased or not. Further into the relationship, this fear of his would slip and he wouldn’t care if you did it in front of them or not. In fact, he’d probably do it to you too - like some other members, it would become a shared habit.
Jaehyun is probably such a romantic and this act of affection would melt his heart and he’d turn so sappy. Gently grabbing one of your hands that rested on his skin, he moved it up so both your hands were resting over this heart. You’d be able to feel his heart racing at the skin contact and would smile fondly at the boy staring lovingly down at you. “Gosh, Y/N, look at what you’re doing to me. My heart beats for you" fuck that was cringey to type im gonna be sick He’d love having the opportunity to say something cheesy and lovey-dovey.
As well as this being one of your habits, you’d always do it whenever WinWin was stressed or upset himself. Just for a while, it would take him mind off things and calm him down. He’d hum in happiness, and bury his face in your neck, pressing some kisses to your neck as a thanks, a gesture which would make your heart flutter since he wasn’t usually this affectionate and confident. WinWin would always go to you for this and would like the way your hands felt on his skin.
Mark, being the sympathetic and observant person he is, would notice how you only did this whenever you were stressed or upset. He wouldn’t say anything, letting you run your hands across his chest slowly and burying your face in his neck. Tracing circle on your back, he’d wait a while for you to calm down before attempting to continue soothing you through his words. He’d reassure you that everything would be okay and would be attentive to you and your feelings.
I can imagine Haechan being a ticklish person so it would take a lot of turns before he could last just a minute with your hands his bare skin. He’d always get so shy and fluffy whenever you did it, feeling quite mature and loved up whenever you did it. A lot of the members would secretly hate his habit of yours, because Haechan would always gush about you afterwards and wouldn’t shut up for days. But Haechan wouldn’t care; he loved this habit of yours and wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Peter where were you?!” You practically shriek at the boy who just disappeared and reappeared out of thin air. “What-What are you talking about?” He scratched his neck nervously, “What do you- ugh are you okay?” Your eyes scan his body for any sign of bruising or cuts.
Peter coughed slightly “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You were just up there in the monument weren’t you?” Peters eyes scanned your own, you could tell he knew something you didn’t, or at least was hiding something. “No I-I was with Michelle on the ground.” You flail your hands in the air starting to get frustrated. You saw right through his lie.
“Peter tell the truth where we’re you and also can we talk about last night?” Peters eyes widened at the mention of the night before, “Um what ab- what do you mean?” He changed his question mid sentence, causing you to cock your eyebrow up, “what do I mean? Why were you on the-” Peters hand quickly covered you mouth and a guilty expression graced his face.
“Could we talk somewhere more ..” Peter paused removing his hand slowly away from your face “private?” You felt your face go hot, knowing very well that it was as red as a tomato. You two were currently in the hotel lobbies designated sitting area.
“Where would we go?” Silently praying that Peter wouldn’t suggest his room, “how about mine and Ned’s room?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone with just Peter in his room, well his and Ned’s. “It won’t be very private if Ned’s there.” You decide to point out before Peter got the chance to turn around.
“Ned’s with everyone else at the restaurant, it’ll only be us.” Peter reassured you “ok fine, lead the way.” You sigh following Peter up to his hotel room.
You flop onto the bed closest to the door feeling more tired than anything at the moment, you heard Peter loudly sigh before speaking up “So you wanted to talk about..” he paused letting you fill in the gap, “about last night.” You sit up on the bed and stare straight at Peter who was pacing the room. “Why were you on the roof?” The boy stops, his back facing you “What? I-I wasn’t on the roof.” He concludes turning around to see your skeptical face. “Peter, yes you were.” you got up from the bed and slowly made your way towards the lying boy “What going on?” you stop just a few feet in front of him “And can we please talk about what happened last weekend?” Peters eyes lock onto yours.
“Yeah, lets talk about last weekend.” He raked his hand through his fluffily mess of hair, you couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies that filled your stomach, he really wants to talk.
“Listen Y/N I-” Peter was stopped mid-sentence by the door of his room opening, “Yes exactly! Oh here they are!” Ned walked through the door way with Liz trailing right behind him. “Peter there you are!” Liz practically threw herself in Peters arms and of course Peter couldn’t hide the bush that rose on his cheeks.
“We were so worried, you just disappeared.” Liz spoke firmly while Peter never glanced back at you, you decided Peter didnt want to talk anymore because Liz was here. “I’m gonna head out, I’ll see ya later Pete.” you waved only get a small “yeah sure.” in return.
Why does Liz always seem to come around at the worst moments, she has to be tormenting me. You decided to just go back to your shared hotel room and vent out to Michelle about whats been happening, mainly about Peter.
“Hey dweeb.” Michelle nudged your shoulder slightly “Everything good now?” you sighed slightly at the question being asked, “define good.” You closed your locker and walked to class with Michelle by your side.
You never really got to speak to Peter the rest of the weekend and seeing him not really interested in talking anymore, you felt like giving up. “Hey Y/N.” you were knocked out of your thoughts by a voice that made your heart flutter in your chest. “Hey Peter.” you smiled falling right back into the dangerous loop that is your friendship. “I need to talk to you after school so could we meet in front of the gym?” you looked over to Michelle to get some kind of guidance but you got nothing but a shrug form your best friend. “Yeah sure-sure.” you stuttered out “Ok cool, see you in Spanish.”
“you’re blushing.” Michelle spoke “At least try to hide the fact that your hopelessly in love with him.” you sighed rolling your eyes at your best friends attitude, “Hey weren’t you the one who told me to go talk to him in the first place?” you shot back earning a laugh from her.
“Yeah yeah whatever.” The two of you walked into class just as the bell rang and got situated in your seats. You watch the clock eagerly waiting for the end of the day.
As the end of lunch rolled around you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you slid it out of your small jean pocket and onto the lunch table.
You groaned angrily at the small notification that had popped up “Hey Y/N I’m really sorry I can’t meet up anymore.” Quickly you type out a reply ‘why?’ before smacking your head down onto the table. “Hey what’s up?” Ned ask a worried tone in his voice.
“Peter can’t meet up anymore.” You felt the table buzz causing your head to pop up and grab the phone “I got detention, could I stop by yours after maybe?” Butterflies filled your stomach again at the thought of Peter and you being alone.
“Yeah sure, my doors always open.” You couldn’t help it that you were hopelessly in love with the boy who only had eyes for another girl. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch, you and the small group of friends you had, minus Peter, made their way to the last classes of the day.
“Y/N!” you heard your dad shout to you “someones at the door for you!” your heart jumped a little already knowing it was Peter you decide to quickly clean up your room before heading to the front door. “I’ll be right there!” you shout your reply while quickly shoving things under your bed and into the draws of your dresser.
After shoving the last item under your bed, you checked how you look in your body length mirror on the wall “Ok,” you let out a shaky breath “you can do this.” you made your way out of your room and to the front door.
“May?” you didn’t even try to hide the confusion in your voice “What ar- what are you doing here?” Peters aunt looked as though she was on the verge of tears “Have you talked to Peter at all today?” May’s voice was very shaky, you felt your eyebrows crease together.
“Just at school, he was suppose to come by but hasn’t..” you trailed off in thought “He hasn’t been home yet either, has he?” A knot twisted in your stomach hearing May’s reply “No he hasn’t, I-I-I got a call from the principal saying that he just left detention.” May looked into your eyes hoping that you would have an answer for any of this but you had no idea he’d even left detention.
“Here, let me grab my phone from my room and I’ll meet you in your living room.” May simply nodded heading back into her apartment while you ran and grabbed your phone. “I’m gonna hangout at May’s for a little!” You shouted letting your dad know you were leaving.
“Ok so you’ve tried calling him and Ned?” you huffed lightly at May while typing out a text to MJ asking about Peter. “Yes.” May sighed turning on the tv and switching it to a news channel “How long ago did the principal call you?” You turned your attention away from your phone and tot he worried woman “About two hours ago.” Your heart broke, Peter was always maticulous about keeping his aunt up to date on his whereabouts so she wouldn’t worry. something is defiantly wrong.
after 3 more hours, 4 calls to the police station and heading down to Peters favorite sandwich shop the door to May’s apartment slowly opened with a small creek. May immediately stood up and rushed over to the door, you couldn’t see anything that was happening but knew May had tears in her eyes from the shakiness in her voice “Peter where have you been? Ive been calling and calling..” May’s voice faded causing you to get up and slowly make your way over to the kitchen by the door. “Peter what happened?” there was a pause before the boy answered “Nothing May, you don’t need to be worried.” You could hear through the lies he was telling “I just,” you heard Peter sigh deeply “I lost the Stark Internship.”
Peters face finally came into your view as you got closer to the edge of the kitchen and then you saw it, Peters eyes were a faded red and his face slightly puffy with a bruise that spread from his jaw to his temple. “oh honey I’m so sorry.” May pulled Peter in for a hug making Peters vision to switch from staring at the floor to in front of him or more specific behind May, right at you.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” May backed away from Peter slightly giving him room to walk around her “Y/N came over and helped me look for you, we called the police for god’s sake Peter.” You sensed the anger rise slightly in May with her growing voice. “And you never came over.” you tried to hide the sadness in your voice but failed, your eyes caught Peters and you felt your heart break staring into the saddest brown eyes you’ve ever come across. “Hey May would it be alright if i talk to Peter in his room?” May nodded slightly and you grabbed Peters arm dragging him into his room, he closed the door softly behind you.
“Peter what the hell is going on? you’ve evener done anything like that before! And why is your face so bruised.” the anger started rising in you before you could stop it, you knew you shouldn’t be this made but you were “What? Never done anything like what?” the panic in Peters eyes were very evident, he’s hiding something and you were going to find out what. “You always update May on where you are and what your doing if you don’t make it home after school,” you paused averting your eyes from Peters, you needed to look at anything but him the moment “You really worried her and me, you promised you’d stop by mine after detention but you never came, Peter please tell me whats going on?” The tension in Peters room was getting thicker and thicker by the minuet “You..” Peter exhaled loudly plopping down on his bed.
“You wouldn’t believe me if i told you.” a small sarcastic laugh escaped your lips “Peter you’re wearing Hello Kitty pants, skipped detention and lost an internship with Tony Stark, which i didn’t even know about by the way, so right now I’ll believe anything.”
Peter dragged his hands down his face and raked his finger through his hair before answering you “Fine, here it goes.” Peters head shot up attaching his gaze onto you “I’m-I’m Spider-Man.”
Your eyes went wide with shock.
“What?” you could barley speak. Peter? Spider-Man? Theres no way… “Ho-how?” was the last thing you could get in before May barged into the room “I’m assuming Y/N will be staying for dinner, so what do you kids want?” you couldn’t even think straight let alone speak properly.
“Could we just have some takeout?” Peter asked with his eyes still on you. “Sure, I’ll just order some chow-mein and a box of rice.” May closed the door and left you and Peter alone to talk. “Peter what?” your brain scrambled for anything else to say “I-I what do you mean your Spider-Man?!” your voice started getting louder with each word that came out of your mouth.
How could Peter your shy, dorky, adorable neighbor be Spider-Man.. It just didn’t make any sense.
Harry sits on the ground, fanning himself as he drank his water,
his eyes on the girl sitting across from him. Y/N held the child in her arms,
he was no more than five months old. He could see the tears in her eyes as she
held on to him, shielding him from the sun. She was singing to him, it was
soft, and her voice was a disaster, but it seemed to work, and Harry liked it.
Another kid sat next to Y/N, his forehead rested on her lap
as he listened to her sing. Harry had noticed how the little boy had taken a
liking to her, following her around, eating with her, hanging around near her,
and he thought it was cute. He wished he could be attached at the hip to Y/N
without freaking her out.
“How long have you been working here?” Harry asked once the
infant fell asleep.
Y/N looks away from him, “not long, when I was in high
school every year I would fly out here and volunteer and when I finished
medical school I knew what I wanted. I didn’t want to work in a hospital, at
least not now, I wanted to come back here and help take care of them, build
more homes,” she smiled at him, “did you actually want to come here or did your
managers make you?”
His managers had made him, but Harry didn’t put up the fight
because he didn’t want to work, it’s just the work upset him. Seeing the sick
kids, the heat in Africa was insane, and the suffering he had to witness made
him upset. The worst part was the kids would get attached and he knew he would
have to leave soon, leave them, leave her.
“I’ve been here before,” Harry says, sipping his water, “it
just upsets me.”
“I love them,” Y/N whispered, placing a kiss on the infant’s
forehead and gently rubbing the back of the other child, her eyes watering, “my
plan was to be here for two years, but I don’t think I can go, I don’t think I
can do that to them.”
The weeks Harry had spent here he had spent them alongside
Y/N, and they had gotten close. Kisses where shared, cuddles, they shared their
bed at night. Harry liked Y/N, in the three years she had been here she had
forgotten about One Direction, about Harry, and he was so happy to meet someone
who didn’t judge him, who didn’t know him. Y/N loved spending her time with
Harry, so when he asked her, no when he begged her, to come back with him she
said yes, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t up root her life for a boy.
“But don’t you miss everything?” Harry asked.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head, “they need me
here Harry, I can’t leave unless I know they’re in good hands, there are hardly
any doctors who will come here and live in this condition, accept the pay I
get, and love these kids.”
Harry looks at his lap, “I get it,” he says, “I do.”
“I love you too,” she promised, “I do.”
Harry stands, wiping the sweat off his forehead, “I should
go pack,” he whispered, ignoring her confession, “my plane leaves in the
And he left, leaving a heartbroken Y/N on the ground.
Harry had never been the same since that day, and people saw
it. His family saw it, but he didn’t want to talk about Y/N. He didn’t want
people to know about her, because that meant he had to share her, and he wasn’t
ready for that.
It had been three years, Harry had now turned 26 and he was
tired. He was tired of not being able to find the same thing he felt with Y/N
with someone else. He was tired of not being able to think about her, he was
mad. He was mad he had left without saying how he really felt, he was mad he
never returned, he was mad he had lost her.
“How much did you donate again?” Nick asked as he sipped his
drink, looking around the dinner.
“About eight million,” Harry says, scratching the back of
his neck, “I put it under her name though.”
“You’re still hung up on that girl?” Nick asked, raising an
Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing a glass of wine. He wasn’t
really in the mood to attend tonight’s benefit, but he had donated so much and
they insisted on having him. Harry sighed, looking around the room, and then
his heart stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the wine or real life, but he
could’ve sworn he saw her, Y/N.
She stands, smiling, as she talks to someone. Her hair isn’t
in the usual bun or braids, but instead it’s long, longer than Harry
remembered, and in curls. Her hair seemed to flow, stopping just below her
chest, her smile bright, her hand gripping a glass with water in it.
“Excuse me,” Harry whispered, making his way over, “Y/N?”
Harry asked, hope building inside him.
Y/N turns, her eyes widening, “Harry!” she giggled, hugging
Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She
doesn’t smell the same, she smells like coconut and vanilla, but it suites her.
Harry holds her as tight as possible, remembering the feeling of her,
remembering her gentle touch.
“Hi,” she smiled, pulling away, her cheeks pink, “how have
“Good, what about you? what are you doing here? Are you back
for good? Where are you staying? Why-when-what?” Harry rambles, holding on her
Y/N laughs, the same flutter in his stomach appears, “I’m
good, I’m good,” Y/N smiled, “I moved out to LA about five months ago? I got a
job at the hospital, I’m back for good yeah, I actually-“
“Mommy!” A smaller voice says, running over, the boy stands
in a little suit, and Harry recognized him instantly, he was the same infant
that would settle in Y/N’s arm every day.
Y/N bends down, picking him up, “what’s up love bug?” she
asked, kissing his cheek.
“Ayo t-took my toy,” he frowns.
Soon enough Harry sees the same boy that would follow Y/N
around appear, a truck in his hand, “Ayo,” Y/N says, her voice gentle, “please,
can you just share with your brother, I promise that we will be out in one
hour,” she pleads.
“Can we get ice cream? Please?” Ayo asked, his brown eyes
wide and full of hope.
“If you behave,” Y/N compromises.
“Deal,” Ayo smiled.
“Okay Daniel, go sit with your brother at the table, I’ll be
there soon,” Y/N smiled, kissing both of their cheeks and watching them run
She turns back to Harry, tucking a strand of hair behind her
ear, “sorry about that, but what where we talking about?” she asked.
“You, I mean-and now you have-you’re a mum-and-you’re here,”
Harry breathed out.
“I couldn’t leave them. The organization got a great
donation and more doctors came, but I couldn’t leave my boys behind, it was a
process to adopt and get them here, but it was worth it,” Y/N smiled, looking
at the kids in adoration, “but what about you? I had a chance to listen to your
music and it’s great Harry, the boys love it to, Sweet Creature is their
favorite, knocks them right out at night.”
Harry chuckled, imagining her terrible voice singing to the
two boys at night. Harry wasn’t sure if he stopped smiling, but he knew he
couldn’t look away from her, “I’m good-I just-wow, I can’t believe you’re here,”
Harry whispered, reaching up to cup her cheek, she blushed, but a smile remained
on her lips.
“I missed you,” she says.
“Oh baby,” Harry sighed, “I missed you so much, you have no
idea. Oh, Y/N, I can’t-I still can’t believe that you’re here.”
“I am,” she giggled, reaching up to grab his hand, “I’m
“Woah,” Y/N says, stepping back as the kids run past her in
the living room, she grips the plate tighter, trying to make sure it doesn’t
“Kids be careful,” a voice yelled from the top of the
stairs, it wasn’t harsh, but it was loud enough so the two kids could hear.
“Sorry daddy,” Daniel says, jumping on to the couch as he
waited for Harry to come down the stairs.
Harry chuckled, grabbing the tray from Y/N and kissing her
cheek. She smiled, placing a hand on her hip, “the snacks are done, the chicken
is in the oven, and dessert in the fridge,” she says, as Harry sets the tray on
Daniel lean over, grabbing some crackers, “save some room
for when Nana comes over,” Harry says, leaning over and picking up Daniel.
“Where’s your brother?” Y/N asked, fixing Daniel’s shirt,
Harry sets the four year old down on the ground.
Daniel shrugs, “playing video games,” he answered.
“I’ll get him-“
“No I will! Ayoooooo,” Daniel yelled, running up the stairs.
Harry chuckled, turning to Y/N. She leaned against the stair
ways, a smile on her face as she looked back at him. It came as a shock to her,
that Harry didn’t mind her having the kids, it came as a bigger shock when they
started calling him daddy and Harry didn’t care. But Y/N was more than happy to
have him around, and Harry was excited to have her back in his life.
“They have too much energy,” Harry chuckled, leaning down
and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
“I love them so much, a little too much maybe, I cried this
morning when I had to drop them off at school,” Y/N stated, her hands fixing
the buttons on Harry’s shirt.
Harry laughed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears,
“it’s true,” she giggled.
“What about having one of our own?” Harry asked, his eyes
hopeful, “a little me and you.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, “a third child?”
“I love them so much Y/N, but I want a little girl, one that
we’ve made, and I’ll love her just as much as Daniel and Ayo.”
“We will discuss it later,” Y/N promised, kissing his cheek,
“but right now your mother is waiting to be buzzed in.”
Harry watched her walk to the security pad, buzzing Anne in.
He wasn’t sure how he got so lucky, but he knew he couldn’t let her go.
To all my babes toiling away in Prompto Hell with this release which I won’t be able to play until later tonight. *blows a kiss at the sky*
Some part of you realizes that it would be in your best interest to hold your hand over Prompto’s mouth. It’s late and quiet in that way only a desert night can offer and you’re sure his voice is carrying to where your friends lie asleep in the tent mere yards away.
Gods, if any of them were to catch you fucking in the backseat of Regalia….you find you’d much rather throw yourself into a den of ravenous coeurls than face a single member of your traveling party in such a position. But there’s something about the way your name breaks on his lips that’s got you hooked— you need more of it, echoing through the space between your ears lit ablaze with his taste, his touch. You need more of him, so you don’t cover his mouth. You tighten your legs around his waist, throw your head back as you arch into him and—
Dumbledore never thought the fall from the Astronomy Tower would have taken so long and he thought he knew everything about the castle he lived in for the most part of his life. This was his choice, rarely anything happened to Albus that wasn’t his choice, he somehow always had an upper hand on life, calculating every move meticulously and making sure no one knew how prepared for anything the life may throw his way.
When his body hit the floor he opened his eyes slowly, checking his surroundings to figure out where he might have ended up at. This wasn’t some illusion, he was dead, this wasn’t Hogwarts but somewhere completely different where he could hear people mumbling. He straightened himself up and got up with the agility of a man his age normally wouldn’t have.
“YOU,” shouted a woman in the distance, her hair was still glowing like fire and she was walking to him fast with two man behind him trying to hold her back. “I TRUSTED YOU”
“Lily, please,” pleaded Albus. “Can we talk about this calmly?”
“Calmly??” yelled Lily, her green eyes were drowning in the tears trying to leave. “Are you even aware of the burden you have loaded on Severus? Let alone my son who is just a child.”
“Accepted?” she interrupted throwing her hands up in disbelief. “He said he didn’t want to do this and you made him kill you, in front of Harry.”
She was shaking so much, a beautiful disaster almost, her eyes creating new wounds on Albus’ already fragile skin and making him wish he had ended up in hell instead of here.
“It had to be done for–”
“The greater good.” completed Sirius, a disappointed look on his face rather than anger. Albus had kept him locked of for so long but he had to but he had forgotten how handsome the disowned heir of Black house was before he went to Azkaban. “What difference do you have from Grindelwald if you are doing the same things he had done?”
“It’s not the same thing Mr. Black and you know it.”
“I know nothing anymore Professor,” objected Sirius as he ran his hand through his hair. “I thought I knew everything up until two years ago, I thought I knew you too but things change I guess and don’t call me Mr. Black again… please.”
No one talked for a while as Sirius took Lily away to calm her down a little bit, tears streaming down her face as she watched Harry fight everyone who tried to take him away from where Dumbledore’s lifeless body was. James opened his mouth every few minutes to break the silence but he couldn’t do it.
“Do you know how devastated he was?” he asked finally, his voice breaking a little. “Do you know Bill got attacked by Greyback? Do you know Harry tried to do something so bad to Snape because you made a monster of him?”
“James, I never thought I would see the day you worry about Severus.”
“No, no, no,” mumbled James his eyes gleaming with the fury he was trying so hard to keep at bay. “Don’t confuse my worry about my son with my worry about Snape. The way you are straying away from the subject, I think you don’t know shit, Professor.”
“I have made sure to leave a plan behind for Tom’s defeat,” explained Dumbledore, his fingers intertwined and his gaze on the ring he still was wearing. “These weren’t some momentary decisions, I had known I had to die for a good while, sometimes you have to sacrifice–”
“Don’t you dare talk about sacrifice in front of Lily,” shouted James, Dumbledore had finally pushed him off of the edge he was trying to hold onto. “All three of us sacrificed ourselves, too, you are not the only one who tried to do something for–”
“The greater good,” whispered Sirius as he walked back and forth. “You raised him like a pig for slaughter for the greater good?”
“I tried my best to be there for him, there are things you can’t possibly understand,” began Dumbledore his fingers rubbing the burnt skin.
“If you had been there for him, I would still be alive you know,” said Sirius his voice breaking down in the middle of his sentence. “If you had been there for me as you promised when we joined the Order, I would still be whole.”
“I’m sorry Sirius that you–” he took a deep breath before staring to talk again. “I’m sorry that this happened to you but that was on all of us.”
“If you had been there for him Snape wouldn’t have made his life a living hell,” countered James. “He took his revenge out of my son, not me, my son and you just couldn’t say no to him because he was your Queen in your chess game where you were the King and Harry was nothing more than a stupid pawn.”
“Harry isn’t in the middle of the war because I put him there, Sybill made a prophecy about–”
“You know damn well prophecies don’t have to be carried out!” shouted Sirius, his grey eyes not so pale anymore but burning with anger. “You could have prevented so many things Albus, this could have gone so differently.”
Lily came back slowly from where she was, walked past James and stood right in front of Albus, her tears dried on her face and her eyes determined to hurt the shell of a man standing in front of her.
“You just love to make sure you are not the only one feeling guilty don’t you? Because how else could you have borne leaving Harry at that house?” said Lily, she was visibly calmed down but her disappointment was visible on every inch of her pale skin. “You left him to rot saying that it was the only way he could live, that’s not a reason good enough for me to leave my son in an abusive household Professor. You may have sacrificed yourself as you have sacrificed all of the pawns in your game but I will never forgive you for what you have done to me, my family. My Harry.”
“Harry was never yours to sacrifice,” continued James as he threw his arm over Lily’s shoulders, hugging her tightly. “I didn’t die for my son to become a soldier in someone else’s war, Sirius didn’t die so you can continue taking advantage of him and Lily didn’t sacrifice herself even though she could have ran away just so he can die at the hands of Voldemort again. Your plan, Professor, is flawed beyond belief and you are the only one who thinks it will work perfectly.”
“You are a coward, Professor and I always thought you were one of the bravest man I have ever met.”
Albus Dumbledore had been called many names before but it had been years since he had been called a coward, it was safe to say he was scared of the word even since Aberforth looked him in the eye at Ariana’s funeral and said it.
Albus would be the first to admit when he did something wrong, he wasn’t perfect and he knew it. Wizarding World however, ever since he had defeated Gellert, thought that he couldn’t make any mistakes. Tom Riddle had pushed him to make mistakes, sometimes to get to the better days you had to go through the darkest of times and he didn’t expect Sirius, James or Lily to understand that.
When he was left to his own thoughts, Albus had thought about all the mistakes he had made in his life, it was a long list for someone who was thought to be a hero of some sort, he was Harry’s hero although for one he hadn’t seen something coming. The more he thought about it the more he felt the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders. The boy he had raised to be a soldier say him as his hero, not knowing half the things he had done. Would Harry have seen him the same if he had known about Ariana? Would he still think Albus was brave if he had known his fate? Harry was a selfless boy, what would have happened if Albus never kept secrets from him?
Albus looked at the trio standing far away from him and decided it was best if he had stayed away for the time being because the more he thought about it, he understood why they were so angry. Harry trusted him and he had broken his trust by not trusting him enough to tell him everything but he had to. Albus had to keep this a secret for everything to work out how he planned them to.
It had to be Severus who killed him, this way he would get the complete trust of Tom and feed him false information. When the time came Snape had to make sure Order didn’t understand he was a spy for them and Harry, well Harry had to die. The moment he had survived the first killing curse, it was certain that Harry was meant for great things but now Albus didn’t know if dying was a great thing to do for a 17 year old child as Lily kept reminding but someone had to make the decisions that were hard to make for others, someone had to do the harder thing but he was a coward after all.
A coward who had to be the villain in the end to make sure the real villain was defeated. Albus Dumbledore never referred to him as a hero or a brave men, he never was, he hadn’t been brave with Gellert so he was determined not to make the same mistake he did because he was too blind to see back then, this time whatever it took, it wasn’t going to take more lives than it should. He hadn’t been brave with Ariana, he couldn’t save her from herself or the people around her. He wasn’t brave when it came to Sirius, he wasn’t brave when it came to Remus either, he wasn’t brave when it came to the people who he cared about because he was scared.
However Harry, he was brave, he was one of the bravest people Dumbledore had met and that was saying something. He had taken the risk of assuming that Harry would willingly sacrifice himself to save the people he loved and he knew that he was right. Albus was nothing compared to what Harry was, at least that was how he felt as the tall boy insisted he would be the one to do the blood sacrifice in the cave or when he insisted on defeating Voldemort when this wasn’t his war to fight.
Albus was hell-bent on not having another mistake in his life and if it meant being a coward he was fine with it because he knew deep inside that everything would work out, just fine and it was alright that Sirius, James and Lily didn’t understand just yet, he had to live with the hatred he now know he deserved for a while, at least until the war was over.
You cannot be a hero without being a coward. - George Bernard Shaw
better after your short talk with Clint, you headed toward your office and
smiled when you ran into Garry in the corridor. “Hey. Where you been?”
he shrugged, giving you a smile.
would around be up for an afternoon of target practice?”
yah!” he cheered, offering you a high five.
you laughed and made to slap his palm, the two of you rounded the corner only
to come upon Steve and a beautiful blonde woman. You came to a complete, dead
stop. “Oh,” popped out on an exhalation of breath, causing Steve’s head to whip
flush of red built in his cheeks, and his smile appeared… guilty. “(Y/N), doll
face, come meet Agent Sharon Carter,” he called out, motioning you closer as he
After what felt like years and my trip I finally finished this and am highly motivated to write more again.
please leave suggestions or requests here or check out the other stuff here.
thanks for all your guy’s patience and we are nearly at 500 I can’t believe it :0
say there was some tension between you and Baekhyun was an
understatement. Ever since your mutual friend Chanyeol introduced him
to the group you two were teasing each other. Suggestive and sassy
comments where a daily thing and usual for your meeting. It was
normal for your group which consisted mainly of guys so those
comments were nothing unusual sure your girl friends weren’t better
by a bit although those comments mostly happened between you and
Baekhyun. You always joked around and told each other about the
adventures you had well you did to your closest friends. About 6
month prior your friend Chanyeol had introduced Baekhyun to your
group of friends during a party and everyone got along with him and
so he started to hang out with you more often. Now you were in a
restaurant eating and pre-drinking for a party you were about to go
‘Ya y/n you haven’t told me what colour your underwear is
yet’ Baekhyun joked. One drunk evening you guys started to talk about
what a girls underwear would mean and soon he had asked you what kind
of underwear you were wearing and then it became a thing.
as usual’ you said winking suggestive at him and he chuckled.
ready to party?’ You could see him tongue moving inside poking his
'I’m always ready to party and you know that’ you
brushed though your hair.
'Oh my gosh guys we are at a restaurant
can you please behave a little bit more like it.’ Said Suho and you
'I don’t believe you’ he said grinning.
find out’ you whispered at him and he grinned even wider.
baby later’ you and Baek never hooked up or something although many
people thought you were the horniest couple in the world but you were
just joking around. Sure there was some kind of tension when you made
these jokes but you always made fun of it. You were even brilliant
wingmen for each other, with the help of each other you never ever
went home alone if you wanted to.Pre-drinks were getting you a
little tipsy and you started whining that you wanted to go to the
'Yes OK let’s go’ Chanyeol said after paying and you
walked to the next taxi stand. Getting into the big taxi you guys
started to talk about the people that were there. Kai’s crush was
there and the guys where trying to convince him to talk to her.
it’s easy… First You take 2 drinks then you walk over to her
preferably when she is close to a wall otherwise the way is to long.
You gently but determined push her against the wall. You might put
one hand on the wall next to her face.’ You turned to Baekhyun
pushing your hand against the backrest.
you look her into the eyes and say >>you look beautiful today<<
and they you kiss her’ Baekhyun grabbed you and pretended to make out
with you violently. You started to laugh and looked at Kai.
don’t think I will to that.’ He said skeptical.
'It worked with
Baekhyun’ you said leaning back into your seat.
is easy to pull though’ said Sehun earning a punch from Baekhyun. You
arrived at the party location. It was a big apartment and you could
already hear the music form upstairs. The guys knew other people so
they quickly disappeared while you decided to go to the kitchen to
get another drink. You mixed a strong mixture that made you shiver
but you know that in a few sips it would taste a lot better.
one to pull?’ You turned around and grinned at Baekhyun.
had a look’ you said while Baek took your cup and took a sip. He
flinched at the strong taste.
'A lot of couples and the rest looks
boring.’ Baek said and you sighed.
'Well I got ready for nothing.’
'Oh well poor girl… well all of this for nothing’ he
brushed over your sides.
'Yes it took me so long’ you whined. And
took your cup back out of his hands and finished it.
'Oh poor you’
he patted your shoulder and you playfully sulking put your head on
his shoulder. He brushed over your back and laughed.
could check if there is someone other or we go to a bar’ you looked
at him grinning.
'Or WE hook up’ you said jokingly at his face.
Well you were kind of joking sure hearing his stories you wondered if
he was fully truthful but it was nothing more than a little
curiosity. You looked at each other.
'Or that’ he said joking
still looking at you. You locked eyes and let it be the influence of
the alcohol but you tiptoed to connect your lips. Instantly you
stared to move your lips. Baekhyun’s lips were soft. And hot. And way
to good feeling. You felt arms creeping around you pulling you
closer. Like if you had done this a million times your fingers moved
to him hair pulling it a little. Baekhyun was now holding your hips
tight pushing you against the counter. You could feel southern
regions of your body feeling very happy that this happened and
starting to get ready for usage (🙈 well if there is a way to
say it more awkward tell me I’m sure there isn’t) Suddenly you two
broke apart unintentionally you tried to follow his lips but you two
ended up looking at each other. His lips were darker a little swollen
maybe and his chest was rising and falling fast.
'Woow’ he panted
'Hot?!’ You panted as well and he laughed
'Yes hot’ his hands were still on your hips thumbs
circling over your hip bone. You looked at each other for a few more
seconds. Baekhyun’s eyes were dark with lust. his body was still
pressed against yours, making you feel hotter by the second. He
kissed you again hungrily, passionately and wild making you nearly go
out of breath. He pushed you harder against the counter forcing his
leg between yours. His thigh was pushing against your core and in
desperate need for some friction you started to move your hips
pressing against the rough fabric of his jeans. Baekhyun bit your lip
not so much that it really made you feel pain but enough to let your
abdomen starting to feel a little tighter and definitely enough to
let a moan escape your lips. He laughed one hand wandering towards
your breast, massaging them over the fabric of your dress.
we need to close the door.’ You said between steamy kisses.
want to do it here?’ He asked a smug grin on his face.
you can’t walk that far either’ you joked seeing the huge tent in his
pants. He closed the door just to open it again. You looked at him
confused but he took some bottles and placed them before the door
then removed his jacket and hung it on the door nob. The clicking
sound of the door indicating it was locked made your body shiver in
excitement. He walked over to you grinning devilishly then grabbing
your sides and simply pushing you onto the counter. You mouth formed
a surprised oh before you slung your legs around his hips pulling him
close. He started to kiss your neck making your head roll back
resting against one of the cupboards.
'Let me see if you were
lying about that underwear earlier’ he said grinning already getting
down onto his knees.
'I was’ you panted grabbing his hair
instinctively. He shoved your dress upwards, grinning
slyly at the sight of your underwear.
'Black lace… I
like’ he clicked his tongue and you shifted more towards him. With
one move your underwear was removed you didn’t care were it landed
you just cared that it wasn’t between you and Baekhyun
anymore. He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders
making sure you wouldn’t slip from the counter. His long slender
finger brushed against your tights teasing you.
'Baek’ you moaned
looking at him. The he went down on you. First he moved his tongue
lightly over your folds but your darting hips and hair pulling made
him soon go faster and more powerful. With every lick you felt
yourself tighten a little bit more you bit your bottom lip to hold
back moans but you were sure you would be soon drawing blood. The
story Baekhyun had told were all true he
was skillful. Very skillful. After making you a moaning mess under
his licks he added his slender fingers. Curling, brushing your walls
and hitting all the right spots you knew you couldn’t hold it in much
'Baek I’m…’ He got up looking you in the eyes fingers
still inside you.
'Cum’ he said demanding pushing again into you.
And following his instructions your body sprang free you head shot
back to the cupboard hitting it but you didn’t feel it. All you could
feel was your body exploding under his touch and stare. Still on your
high he grabbed your chin dragging you to him again kissing you
hungrily till you rode out your high. After the last waved had
crashed over you and your vision had cleared again you jumped from
the counter pushing Baek to the wall
opening his jeans. His member just sprang free and you were happily
surprised at the length of his package. He grinned at you biting his
lip and you winked.
'Impressive’ your hand moved down stroking his
already fully erect member. You grabbed your purse getting out a
shiny little bag. Ripping it open you smiled at him then slowly
rolled the condom all the way down his length. He moaned at all your
touches. You pushed him down on the floor in a sitting position.
Removing his trouser just as much all you needed to have a free
access you straddled him. You could already feel his member lying
against your core. You looked at him and kissed him again. He was
paralyzed for a moment when you moved down taking his member in. All
he managed to do was a grunty moan holding your hips tight. Baekhyun
stretched you and you needed to take a moment for adjustment. His
hands were impatiently holding you closer. You rolled your hips
Baekhyun’s nails digging into your hips pushing you down again. Your
hands rested on his shoulder seeing the
muscles tense up when he pulled you towards him again. There were
probably party sounds around you but you couldn’t hear them all you
could hear was the sound his and your skin made crashing onto each
other and your uneven shaky moaning breaths. His hips darted upwards
thrusting powerful into you and little white stars started to appear
in your vision again. You looked at Baekhyun
his eyes were nearly closed trying to hold on a little longer. You
knew you were close to the edge too so you kissed his shoulder. Your
orgasm hit you so hard you needed to bit into his shoulder to not cry
out load. Baekhyun seemed to really like it because as you were
tightening around his member you felt him twitch inside you giving an
airy groan. You rested your head on his shoulder needing some time to
catch your breath. He stroked your sides slowly also panting heavily.
You stood up and pulled your dress down. Baekhyun got rid of the
condom and pulled his pants back on. He looked at you and
'Seeing how this went we should’ve done it much earlier’
you hit him and laughed.
'Let’s get going’ he said taking your
'To where?’ You asked confused. He just chucked.
place of course silly. Or do you think this was everything.. nah i
have much more that I want to do to you’ you looked around
remembering that you actually had once wore a pair of underwear.
panties’ you said looking around. Baekhyun reached into the pocket of
his jeans and proudly showed you the black lace panties. You wanted
to take them but he quickly put them pack into his pocked.
'Perv’ you scoffed grinning. Baekhyun opened
the door and you were greeted by Chen.
'Oh no guys really?!’ He
said with a grin that was supposed to be judging but you were sure
you could also see a trace of “I knew this would happen sooner
or later” in it.
'We are leaving it’s boring’ announced
Baekhyun and dragged you to the exit.
Summary: He had a bad day and you take him home and try make it better.
Warnings: Its hella cute. And very cuddly.
Jug had asked if he could come over to my place after school, he didn’t give a reason why and I was late for my last lesson so I didn’t get a chance to ask. When school ended I waited in the hall for a few minutes before I spotted him, he looked drained and irritable. I stepped out when he reached me, I didn’t say anything because I could tell he didn’t want to talk or listen, I simply just took his hand and walked us home.
No one was at home when we arrived so I took Jug upstairs to my room while I got something for us to eat downstairs. I brought up some tea and cookies and found Jug sprawled over my bed. I sighed and set the tray down on the corner of the mattress and gently moved his arm, he watched me with heavy eyes and inhaled deeply as I lay next to him.
“I got you some tea?” I whispered as I pulled my fingers through his messy hair, that’s how I know he’s had a bad day, he always fiddles with his hair as a nervous tic.
“Thanks, can you pass the cup here please.” He said sitting up and pulling my blanket over his body. I reached over for the cup and gave it to him, “Thanks babe.” His voice was thick and raspy. He sipped his tea and stared at the blank wall.
“Wasn’t a good day was it?” I whispered and took his free hand in mine, I wriggled closer and put my head on his shoulder.
He put his head on top of mine before he whispered back, “No, not really… Can we not talk about it though. Can I just enjoy being with you right now.”
“Of course.” I hushed and felt him lean to the side and place his cup on the night stand. He lay down and pulled me into him, we lay in a tangled mess with our legs intertwined and our arms wrapped around each other like we could loose each other at any moment.
“Talk to me though, tell me something good.” He stated in a breathy monotonous tone.
“Something good?” I giggled slightly.
“Mhm.” He smiled for a second, his eyes still closed.
I responded only when his smile faded, “Well Jughead Jones The Third, my good news is that I get to be with my favorite person in the whole wide world on this divine afternoon.” He smiled again, only to fade in a moment or two.
I watched him as he fell asleep, his brows furrowed together in a constant frown even as a soft snore escaped him every now and then. He was exhausted, you could feel it in his presence, the heavy mood filled the room and his body felt heavy on mine. I pulled strands of hair out his face and watched him adoringly as his chest rose and fell with each breath. Soon after I had felt my own eyes fall heavy.
I woke up about an hour later when my sister came home from practice, Jug was still asleep with the pain of his day still evident on his face. I listened as my sister climbed the stairs and opened her bedroom door which was across the hall from mine. I heard her put her stuff down and pull the door closed, she paused and then took two steps to my door. She knocked softly and entered without waiting for a reply from anyone. She stepped in the room quietly, knowing that I was either asleep or doing work if it was this quiet. I looked up at her and she smiled at us.
“Is he asleep?” She said so softly it was barely audible. I nodded and she sighed, “Just get up soon mom said she’ll be home early today.”
“Thanks.” I mouthed and looked back at Jug, his face still frowning slightly and his hair falling in front of his eyes. I brushed the stray hair out his face and put a hand on his back, grazing my fingers up and down his spine and onto his shoulders. “Jug, babe, you got to get up.” I said gently while slightly shaking his shoulder. He groaned and nuzzled closer to me. “No babe, come on.” I giggled and shifted away slightly.
He pulled me closer and rolled on top of me so I couldn’t force him out of bed, I giggled and tried to push him off, after a while I gave up and wrapped an arm around him again. “Love you.” He said in a gruff sleepy voice.