We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.
Request:could you do #18 from the prompt list pleease? :)
#18 from the new prompt list! (I love your writing btw its my favourite)
Summary:…… It’s a surprise.
Rain thrummed down on the roof in a steady, continuous beat. The scene outside had been fogged by a misty grey illusion displayed from the unfaltering, downpour. A comforting aura had been set since morning from the damp weather, and it was one that you lived, and lusted for the most. The pelting waterfall from the clouds blanketed you with relaxation and delight, as you sat in your window seat, hugged by an over size knitted sweater and warm glass of tea coaxed between your hands. Hours have ran by the clocks, but to you it felt like minutes since you’ve sat down and pondered out the picture window at the range of raindrops. You had not a care in the world, you could sit there all day gazing at everything and nothing for as long as it poured.
Slipping past your attention, Peter had finally woken up and dragged himself out of the alluring bed you both shared, and slogged into the living room. He wiped the sleep out of his brown watery eyes with his palm, eager to clearly see your figure in the pale, gloomy light. His naked back pressed against the chilling, dark leather chair, tensing his muscles and yanking any drowsiness that remained in his system. He looked upon you, his love, sitting comfortably cross legged in a faded peach colored sweatshirt, and black knee high socks. The over sized fabrics kept most of your complexion hidden, except for a slit between the end of your socks and the hem of your shirt, daring Peter to try and look away.
Warnings: Underage alcohol usage, a little fluff, mild profanity
A/N: Sorry if it’s not what you wanted!
You, Betty, Kevin, Archie and Jughead were all over at Veronica’s house sitting cross legged on the floor playing truth or dare. Veronica is a little tipsy because Kevin dared her to take a shot of tequila, Kevin also dared Archie to take a shot as well. This game has been going on for about an hour now and the dares only getting more and more adventurous.
“Hmm, I dare you to, put a bra on under your shirt,” Betty dares Kevin.
“I would rather die!” Kevin yells flabbergasted at the idea.
“Chicken!” you yell. Jughead rolls his eyes.
“Fine, I’ll do it!” Kevin yells.
After about 20 minutes of waiting Kevin returns to the living room wearing one of Veronica’s bras. We all break out laughing at the sight of Kevin, wearing a bra. Kevin rolls his eyes, crosses his arms over his chest and huffs out a frustrated breath.
“Y/N it’s your turn. Truth or dare?” Kevin asks.
“Hmm, can I pass I didn’t even want to play this in the first place,” You groan.
“Nope sorry. So truth or dare!” Betty chimes in.
“Fine I’ll play your stupid game.”
“Woah lose the attitude it’s just a game Y/N,” Jughead sighs.
“Whatever, I pick truth.”
“Okay, you’re going to regret this but, do you have a crush on anyone?” Kevin asks.
“Yes,” you mutter.
“Oooh who!” Veronica prods.
“The question was if I have a crush on anyone so that is my answer, Kevin never asked who,” you sneer.
Everyone but Jughead groans because of the suspense. Jughead looks around the room and anywhere but you. Betty and Veronica whisper and giggle to each other. Archie raises his eyebrows in Jugheads direction something must be going on over there. Kevin starts throwing out names of people you might have a crush on. Of course he doesn’t get it right, you have a crush on Jughead.
“Oh is it Reggie?” Kevin asks.
“First off, eww! Second off he’s a douchebag!” you spit.
“Okay then I’m stumped,” Archie whines.
You just roll your eyes and sit through Veronica and Betty rattle off names off celebrities. Archie and Kevin try to get the girls to shut up so they can continue the game.
“Okay Y/N, pick your next victim,” Veronica claps.
“Fine, Jughead. Truth or dare?”you inquire.
“Dare,” he mutters.
“Okay. Take off you’re shirt.” you snicker.
A rosy color floods his cheeks and his eyes widen at you. Everyone starts whispering and wondering if you have a crush on Jughead which is correct. Archie raises an eyebrow at you and this time you blush. Heat floods your face and you look away.
“I think Y/N likes Jughead,” Archie blurts in a singsong voice.
“Okay, kids party is over go home.” You hear the familiar voice of Hermione Lodge, Veronica’s mom.
People start whining and complaining about having to leave. You couldn’t be any happier to leave. Veronica’s mom came in at the perfect time sparing you from the embarrassment that was going to ensue. You quickly grab your things and walk quickly out of the door. Halfway to your car someone grabs your arm and spins you around.
“I never thought you would like me,” Jughead says.
Heat floods your face once again making you look like a tomato. “Look I don’t want to talk about this right now,” you mumble.
“Fine if you don’t want to talk about I guess you’ll never know that I like you too.”
“Did I just hear what I think you said because if I did-” Jughead cuts you off with a light kiss on your lips.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow!” he yells. Leaving you standing at your car smiling like an idiot.
There's a lipstick stain on your shirt. Jealous and fierce Betty all the way
I’m all for that Betty, nonnie! Hope you like this! <3
47. “There’s a lipstick stain on your shirt.”
“Oh, the remorseful husband
returns.” Betty murmured with venom, violently changing the channel on the flat
screen across her that she was far from watching. She could hear the door of
their apartment click closed and then the casual muffling sound of coat and
shoes being taken off before his lazy footsteps brought him to the dimly lit
living room she was being suffocated in and internally screaming for an hour
“Hey, babe.” His easy-going
smile found his lips at the sight of his beautiful wife, lounging in a loose
t-shirt of his and a pair of tight yoga pants, the baby monitor on the side
table on her right emitting the sounds of their son peacefully dreaming. “You’re
still up? I thought you’d have gone to bed by now.” He popped open the top
buttons of his dark blue shirt and plopped next to her, going in for a kiss only
for him to come across thin air, as she turned her face away.
“Alright, is this about me not
taking out the trash this morning?” Jughead sighed, already aware of their
ongoing argument about how easily forgetful he was of that particular household
chore. “I know you keep telling me every time and every time I forget but
please is this such a big reason for us to go to bed angry at each other?” he
tried to negotiate seeing as she kept staring at the muted TV with no desire in
talking to him anytime soon.
“Betts, come on.” He urged her
to communicate with him, like they always did with each other, dropping a light kiss on the shoulder the loose hem of his t-shirt left bare, only for her to squirm away
from his touch and him to frown. “Is that not it? Am I forgetting something else?”
he tried to work his mind around any other possible thing he might have done
wrong but he found himself at a dead-end, clueless seeking her feminine
“What you keep forgetting is
that I’m your wife.” She finally spoke slowly and in barely a whisper, her
anger and stubborn tears threatening to come to surface.
“What?” Jughead spat in total
confusion, bouncing his head back to take a better look at her profile.
“Where have you been all day
today, Jughead?” she turned to face him for the first time, eyes stone cold
upon his oblivious and worried ones.
He cleared his throat. “I had
a meeting with Beck that got dragged a little out of our usual time schedule; I
texted you earlier to let you know.” He informed
her casually his plans with his manager that she was already aware of, a little more
casually and aloof than necessary, and Betty scoffed with a shake of her head.
“You do know that you can’t
lie to me, don’t you?” she curled her arms defensively over her chest, eyes
turning dark green with fury.
“I clearly don’t have a clue
what you’re implying right now.” He maneuvered himself out of the situation
cleverly, dropping back on the couch to focus on the TV like she was doing
“So then I’ll stop implying
and straight up ask you.” She decided to cut in to the chase, her heart
drumming violently against her ribcage. “Who is she, Jughead?” she threw in the
million dollar question.
“Who is who?” he blurted in a
heartbeat, eyebrows knitting in complete confusion right now.
“The whore that left this on your shirt.” Her voice raised an
octave angrily, snatching one of his plaid shirts from the cushions behind her and showing him the hint of burgundy
lipstick on the lapel before throwing it to his face with venom. “Care to
explain to me why there’s a lipstick
stain on your shirt?”
“Betty” he hesitated,
examining the faint shade of color on one of his shirts with bewildered eyes. “I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, you don’t know?” she
babbled in mockery, jumping up to her feet. “Let me enlighten you then. This whole week you come and go
like you’re a visitor in this house!” she accused towering over his slouching
posture on the couch. “You’re gone all day, you come home late, you shower… And
then this!” she grabbed the shirt from his lap, waving it around like a red
flag between them. “Do you think I’m blind? Or this stupid, not to understand
that something is going on with you?” her voice gained a high-pitched tone of
frustration, eyes narrowing challenging for an answer.
“You’re overreacting.” Was all that
Jughead said, standing up from the couch to walk away.
“Oh, don’t you dare!” she
scoffed while following quickly behind him, his large strides equivalent of
multiple of her running steps. “Tell me who she is!” Betty demanded in a hushed
yell. “Is she that slutty editor, Janet Marrow, or-or that fake blonde
secretary, what’s her name, oh, Macy? Macy!”
she laughed with no humor at all at the mention of the young assistant, Betty fuming
and still following her calm husband down the hall and to their bedroom. “She
is always rubbing up against you, don’t even try to deny it! Tell me her name,
Jughead, or help me God!” some stubborn tears fell silently down her cheeks as
she grabbed him by the material of his shirt over his shoulder, twisting it in her
fist and succeeding in making him stop pacing and turn around to face her.
“There isn’t a name, there is no
one, I can promise you this.” Jughead stated with all honesty, blue eyes
pleading for her to believe him.
“Like you promised that I’m
the only woman you’ll ever love?” she spat to his face. “What changed, huh? Is
it because I became the mother of your child now? What, I lost my value as a
woman?” she was whisper-shouting now, not to disturb the peaceful baby in the
next room, but feeling her anger boiling at the apathetic attitude of her
husband. “Because I’m still beating my ass every day to lose that damn pregnancy
weight or because I lounge in this apartment all day in milk stained sweatpants
and messy hair? Tell me a reason why you are not here anymore!” she whined
heartbreakingly and Jughead dropped his head to the ground, nodding vigorously
a couple of times, before doing an one-eighty and going to the
very end of their walk in closet, bringing back a small box. He opened it up
and handled her an opened small notepad that held the date of her birthday on
top and then a list of plans under it.
“For this.” He sighed
defeated, rubbing the back of his head before focusing back on her. “Polly and I are planning a surprise birthday party for you. We
booked your favorite restaurant and all those days we were planning how to fly
everyone to Boston without you knowing; her with Ethan and the twins, your mom, my dad, Veronica, Archie,
Kevin and everyone else from Riverdale because you miss them all terribly and
now with little bug we wouldn’t be able to fly there.” Her heart broke at the
revelation, lips opening in surprise at the change of events, as she read his
words on paper along with reservation dates and menu instructions. “And then I
had to organize these.” he gave her a travel leaflet, again with a paper filled
with plans and flight times and dates stashed inside it. “A week-long trip in Bali
because you love warm, sunny places and we both, and especially you, deserve all the
rest in the world after all those months with the baby.” New tears were now
streaming down her face, Betty feeling awful at how unfair she had been towards
him, when all he did was continuing to be an amazing partner for her.
“As for the stain, I assume
that’s left by Jellybean when I went to pick her up from the airport two days
ago, right after I stopped by the jewelry shop to confirm that my order was
ready to be picked up in a week.” His eyes softened against her own now soft
features, taking every plan-containing paper from her hands and dropping them to their master
bed, before refocusing on her. “She came to help with the preparations and then to stay with little bug when we leave for our trip and you know how she sports those
freaky dark lipsticks all the time, so I believe the smudged stain came from
when she hugged me in full force upon running off the arrivals like a mad
woman.” He laughed slightly at that, before turning serious again. “I can call
Polly or Jellybean to confirm all of these right now, or if you think they would
be lying on my behalf, you can call the restaurant yourself or I can drop by
the travel agency tomorrow and see if I can get our tickets earlier, I don’t
know…”He tried to list all the possible solutions for her to believe him with a
sigh. “I just want you to know that—” Betty cut him off, fingers going to his
“You love me.” She whispered
through her silent tears, green eyes turning up to look at him in remorse.
“Of course I do, you dork.” He
smirked adorably down at her, enveloping her inside his arms.
“Even when I become a psychotic
bitch still from all the bumped up hormones?” she pouted in all cuteness, hiccupping
a little around the words.
“Then, even more so.” He told
her truthfully bopping his nose against hers. “Even though we both know that’s
not the hormones talking; you’re being a spitfire like always.” He reminded her
with clever raised eyebrows, making her fake a groan in defeat.
“I was just scared that you
were going to leave me.” She admitted in a small girly voice, letting her
concerns flow out of her now burden-free chest.
“How can I possibly leave the
source of my breathing?” Jughead stated beautifully in a heartbeat. “Seriously,
Betts, after all those years, do you really think that I would ever cheat on you?” he pulled back a
little to look at her, eyes turning a tad sad at the thought of her not trusting
him or his genuine and intense feelings completely.
Betty shook her head to ease
his mind. “I just… I mean I still look like a whale on steroids, I wouldn’t blame you
for losing your interest.” She shrugged with a perpetual pout on her wet lips,
buttoning and unbuttoning a button of his shirt, not daring to look him in the
“What are you talking about?
You look more breathtaking than ever, babe.” He rushed to validate her worth as
a human being and as an amazing woman. “And I believe you know what you’re
doing to me every time my eyes linger a little longer on that sinfully sexy
body of yours.” His voice dropped an octave and became huskier, effectively sending
shivers down her spine as he whispered next to her ear and dropped a simple
kiss against her pulse point, though enough to make her heart hummer inside her
“However, you being jealous of me, is still quite entertaining to watch.” he teased her with a cocky smirk and earned a smack against his chest and a “watch it, mister” look under her eyelashes, both of them landing in a fit of giggles.
“I really don’t deserve you.
And all those things you organized, Juggie, you shouldn’t have.” She ran her
hands up his arms and rested them behind his neck, lifting herself on her tiptoes to
rest her forehead against his in affection.
“Oh, of course I did.” He whispered,
pecking her lips once. “Anything for the woman of my life.” He stated with so
much love and devotion in his eyes that Betty swore he fell in love with him
all over again in that moment. “Just please, try to act surprised on the actual
day, okay? Polly and I had a bet on whether or not I’ll crack and spill
everything to you and I really don’t wanna face the life-long mockery of your
sister.” He admitted in all seriousness and Betty laughed, head thrown back in
joy, before promising him that and many more inside the heated kisses that
Victor and Yuri are no strangers to sharing space. Especially since they had to grow used to the bathroom adjoining their bedroom. They could just make getting ready easier on both of them if one decided to use the second bathroom but neither were willing to move. Even though they argue about hogging the sink or the mirror, sometimes that closeness has Yuri pressed against Victor’s back when he’s fixing his hair. And if he kisses the back of his neck, Victor doesn’t mention it but isn’t afraid to roll his hips back into Yuri’s as retaliation. At least they have the decency to blush when Yakov is yelling at them for being late to practice.
Nights are hard sometimes. Especially the summers when the air is hot and sticky and the fans do little to abate the heat. Though, determined, Victor always sticks himself against Yuri like glue. Almost literally with the way their skin feels. It never fails, Yuri will complain and swat Victor off him meaning they playfully argue about whether or not Victor can hold him. And even though Yuri usually wins the argument, he’ll feel the warmth against his side in his dreams.
Just like their first meeting, Victor is no stranger to initiating contact with Yuri. Yuri expects it in some form or another when they’re within a ten foot radius. He has the curtesy to never comment on Victor’s clinginess and often vibrates with excitement when he knows it’s coming. Victor knows this, Yuri isn’t as good at hiding his appreciation as he thinks he is, and never expects or demands Yuri to do the same. Considering the Japanese rarely show displays of affection as outwardly as he does. But once in a blue moon, Victor will find Yuri’s arms around his waist when he least expects it, even daring to lift his shirt. And Victor is absolutely floored when Yuri’s the one who’s backed him into a wall with a kiss, with a knee that’s pressed between his own.
*cough cough* A new oneshot Maec fic? I don’t know what you’re talking about! What preview? No, no, there’s no previ-WAIT DON’T YOU DARE-
“My shirt,” Alec answered immediately. “You magicked it away while we were having sex. Now I can’t find it. I have a mission briefing in ten minutes.” He started going through one of Magnus’ drawers. “Do you know where you sent it?”
Magnus shrugged. “You know I don’t think clearly enough when we get hot and heavy, Alexander.” Magnus reached over and snatched a silk robe from the drawer before Alec closed it. Wrapping it around himself, Magnus stood from the bed and walked over to the taller man. He ran a hand down Alec’s chest, feeling the chest hairs against his palm and the slight shiver Alec gave. “How about I portal you to your room in the Institute and you can get a shirt there? If I find your shirt, I’ll call and tell you,” Magnus offered. “Though, I would love it if you could stay…”
“Magnus,” Alec scolded, though a smirk played on his lips.
A/N: Part 16, a slight mess honestly. A mixture of angst and fluff and humor…i hope that you enjoy this! :) I also feel like this story is coming to an end…i don’t know when but it’ll happen.
*warnings* mentions of anxiety, mentions of death, alcohol, cursing..that’s it i think?
,,Look at me and tell me you never want to see me
I don’t know why
exactly now, but I started bawling like a baby. The fact that he had even
thought that that was what I wanted. That
I would never want to see him again. It was just so frustrating. I felt
like he had absolutely no clue what was going on inside my head, like he just
couldn’t figure out how I felt at all. To be fair, I couldn’t myself. The only
thing I was sure of was that by no means, was that what I wanted.
Living in a
world that Stiles Stilinski was not a part of? Impossible.
So I collapsed
in his arms and for the second time that night, we just stood there, holding
onto each other. He grabbed my waist so hard I felt as though he was going to
crush it, but I didn’t mind. I gripped at his soaked shirt, trying to pull him
closer. This time, no guilt was there. What we did, did not feel wrong. It was
what we both needed in that moment. It was kind of messed up, we we’re sad and
angry at each other and needed someone to comfort us but the only person who
was able to give us the comfort we needed, was the person in front us. I felt
like losing him, so I needed him to hold me. A light shade of pink, painted on
my cheeks, when I felt him press a gentle kiss on the top of my head. He then
whispered, his voice hoarse ,,I guess you don’t want that.”
I couldn’t help
the tiny laugh that escaped my mouth, feeling a weight being lifted off my
shoulders because in our fragile state, he was still able to make a joke. Remembering
he must still be drunk, I loosened myself out of his hold.
probably go inside. You’re drunk, I’m exhausted, we’re soaking wet and it’s
freezing cold.” I suggested, a small smile on my face to assure him I wasn’t
pushing him away.
was still so confusing, our moods seemed to constantly change, emotions
shifting every minute. Maybe all it took was a night of sleep, so in the
morning, we could make a rational decision. We were just too vulnerable right
and lowered his gaze, then carefully took my hand before looking back up again,
to see if I was okay with it. Instead of answering, I laced my fingers with his
while we headed back inside.
When we opened
the door, we were met with two curious pair of eyes, peaking out of the living
room. Scott and Kira had already cleaned up the floor and when they saw us
standing in the hallway, looking like we just took a fully clothed bath by the
way, they both tensed up.
guys…okay?” Kira asked hesitatingly, eyebrows raised.
I turned to look
at Stiles, squeezing his hand briefly.
,,We’re going to
Kira smiled at
me and I smiled back, nodding as in I’ll
tell you later.
Scott, who had
disappeared upstairs came back with two fresh towels and handed them to us.
,,My mom just
texted me that she isn’t coming home tonight, she’s staying at a friend’s house.”
totally sleeping at Chris’” Stiles smirked, rubbing his hair with the white
,,Yeah, I was
aware of that, I just didn’t want to say it out loud, Dude.” Scott quickly snatched the towel away from Stiles and
motioned for us to go upstairs.
,,Now go and get
some clean clothes Stiles, but don’t you dare take my favorite shirt! Oh and
(y/n), you can wear my clothes too. You can all sleep here tonight, I don’t
want you and Kira to drive back home so late again.”
Kira tapped him
on the shoulder. ,,And what do I sleep in? I didn’t bring pajamas, you said
your mom would be home.”
Scott sighed. ,,
I guess we’re all wearing my clothes tonight.”
Stiles and I
laughed, which earned us surprised looks from our friends, but they soon joined
right here, that was gold. Me and my best friends all laughing together, being
happy and content. It was something I almost forgot, something I missed and was
glad to have back.
,,Well, I guess
we should go to sleep. It has been a long night.” Kira suggested, Scott putting
his arm around her shoulder and she cuddled into his side.
,,Yeah I’m sorry
about that.” Stiles said, rubbing the
back of his neck.
about it. Go sober up in the guest bedroom. (y/n) can sleep in mine. At least
the possibility that she’s going to throw up on my bed is smaller.”
Me and Stiles
went up the stairs while the two lovebirds stayed in the living room, I was
guessing they were going to sleep on the couch together.
We picked out
some clothes out of Scott’s drawer, even though I felt slightly embarrassed
wearing his clothes, especially in front of Stiles. It was also kind of weird
since he was Kira’s boyfriend, but I knew it didn’t make her feel
uncomfortable. I grabbed a big blue crew neck and some loose sweatpants, which
Scott owned a ton of. I went to the bathroom to change while Stiles stayed in
out of the wet clothes, I almost tripped twice. When I had finally managed to
put on fresh clothes I felt much better. I was already warming up. I hung the
wet clothes on a rack next to the heater and looked in the mirror. Luckily I
wasn’t wearing any makeup that could have smeared all over my face from the
rain, because Kira dragged me out of bed and I had already removed it. But my
hair was starting to curl since it was drying, so I still looked like a mess. A
frizzy mess. I put my hair up in a loose bun, used the toilet and washed my
hands. ( am I the only one who noticed that in fanfictions/imagines, the people
NEVER have to use the toilet? Ever?)
Then I opened
the bathroom door, got out, and headed straight to Scott’s room, assuming
Stiles was already dressed.
Which of course,
wasn’t the case.
walked around the room, his wet hoodie stuck on his arms and face. He awkwardly
tried to free himself, wiggling his arms. I tried my best not to laugh but when
he stepped his foot at on edge of the bed and loudly cursed, I just couldn’t
hold it in any longer.
He jumped when
he heard my laugh and turned into the direction the sound was coming from. He
couldn’t see me because his hoodie was blocking his vision.
,,Care to help
me instead of just mocking me?” he said, his voice muffled by the fabric in
front of his mouth.
sight was just too funny.” I giggled, already walking towards him to start the
I grabbed the
sleeves and helped him pull of the hoodie, which turned out to be really hard
because the wet fabric clung to his body. After a minute of pulling and tugging
and wiggling, we were finally able to free him. For a moment we just looked at
each other and laughed, but when the laughter died down, and my eyes turned
downwards for a brief second I took a moment to fully realize that obviously he
was shirtless and how close we were standing. Our gazes locked and my breath
Then he opened
his mouth and murmured ,,How do you like this
sight?” but not before noticing how my eyes flicked to his lips, which then turned
into a wide grin.
out of whatever trance I was in, I
slapped him across the chest.
Idiot.” I said, trying my best to sound angry.
continued to laugh ,,I remember a similar situation to this. It ended up pretty
Pictures and pieces
flipped through my mind, memories of the time at the motel. My face flushed at
,,Put a shirt on
Stilinski. I wanna go to bed.” I demanded, handing him the shirt he had
previously picked out.
,,Am I invited?”
he tilted his head and smirked. God he
needs to stop doing this.
I I let my hands glide up his chest until they rested on his shoulders. He
looked surprised and swallowed hardly, his eyes focused on me.
With a swift
motion, I turned him around, him now facing the door.
to go sleep in the guest room. Alone.”
I patted his shoulders and lightly pushed him forward, grinning proudly.
Stiles put on
his shirt and turned around. ,,You’re a real fucking tease, princess.” He
huffed, scratching the stubble on his jaw, something I found to be extremely
attractive and was definitely a turn on, which I chose to ignore.
Crossing my arms
in front of my chest, I responded ,,Deal with it.”
He just shook
his head amused and then walked out of the room.
As he opened the
door to the guest room, right across from Scott’s bedroom, I just watched him
with a smile on my face, finally feeling it again.
Feeling that he
is my best friend.
With that same
smile on my face, I crawled into the bed, turned the lights off and slowly
drifted off to sleep.
screaming woke me up. I instantly turned on the lights, my eyes squinted, not
yet adjusted to the brightness. When I could see clearly, I looked at the clock
that hung on the wall in Scott’s room. Five A.M., I must have barely slept.
Then again, a
loud scream ,,MOM! NO!” it was coming
from the guest room, the familiar voice of Stiles, crying out.
Oh no, a
nightmare, I thought.
I was already
used to this, Stiles has been in my life ever since I can remember.
The first time
it happened was when he was about eleven, his mom had died a few weeks ago. My
parents were away for the weekend on a business trip, so they asked John ( I
know his name was confirmed to be Noah recently but idc) if I could spent the
days at their house, since Stiles and I were not just best friends, but his
father was a very good friend of my parents at the time already.
We had stayed up
until nine, watched scary movies and ate tons of curly fries. I remember us
both falling asleep on the floor in front of the TV, only to wake up in the
middle of the night to Stiles sniffling beside me, tossing around. Waking him
up and asking him what was wrong, I’ll never forget his young freckled face, so
innocent but filled with sorrow. All he said was ,,I miss my mommy.”
younger-self took his tiny hand in mine and told him everything was going to be
okay. Thinking back, it still broke my heart. It was his first nightmare, but
definitely not his last. Anxiety and panic attacks soon followed. But whenever
something like that occurred, I was always there to comfort him.
I got out of bed
and tip toed silently into the guest bedroom. The sun was starting to rise, the
room was dim, a soft orange tone. Stiles was tossing and turning, the sheets
crumbled and tangled around his legs. Carefully, I slipped into the bed, lying
next to him. A light amount of sweat was glistening on his forehead, stains of
tears on his face. He kept pushing around with arms and legs. I pressed my hand
on his cheek, turning his face to me.
okay.” I whispered, repeating it louder when he wasn’t reacting. Suddenly his
eyes jerked open, so much fear in them. His whole body was shaking. When he
first saw me, he flinched, but after realizing it was me, his facial expression
softened, and he relaxed, still breathing heavily. ,,Hey, I’m here.” I gently
caressed his face. “I..i..h-had..” he stuttered, his voice shaky. I just nodded
,,I know. But it’s okay now.” Slowly his breathing slowed down, and I could
feel his fear disappear.
We just laid
there and looked at each other while he was calming down. My eyes felt heavy
and I was growing more tired.
whispered, his index finger drawing little circles on my cheekbone.
,,Mhm.” I cooed,
his gently touch lulling me to sleep.
I didn’t answer,
instead I cuddled up to him, laying my head on his chest and putting my arm
around his torso.
He got the
message, placing a soft kiss on my hair, a habit he had picked up just today,
and resting his head against mine.
We fell asleep
in each other’s arms, the last thing I heard being Stile’s steady heartbeat.
Request: Can you please write a SPN Cast x Reader, whatever pairing idm but can it be when they go to an interview and the interviewer asks about what they do on set, you can take it from there thanks x
Paring: Matt Cohen x Reader
“So.” The interviewer began, glancing over at the hundreds of fans who had their phones in hands and eyes gleaming after seeing their favourite actors in person. The interviewer then looked at Misha, Jensen and Jared.
“We all know about the pranks on the set but who is the worst prankster?” He asked coyly, electing piercing screams of excitement off of the crowd.
“Well-” Jared began, flicking his hair like a drama queen.
“Obviously I am, we’ve pied Misha twice, uploaded Asian porn to ____’s laptop and-”
“Woah, woah, woah hold the phone!” A voice was heard through one of the microphones back stage. The crowd screamed, their favourite actress who played the part of the Winchesters’ little sister, seeing their idol literally roll onto stage with her heelies, black jeans and black star trek shirt.
“Thou dare say thou is best prankster?” She spat sarcastically, her fake English accent hinted with her original American accent.
“You wanna start somethin’?” Misha and Jensen stood either side of Jared, their warrior characters gleaming through.
“Maybe I do?” She said, the crowd cheered enthusiastically. Suddenly, Richard Speight Jr and her fiancé Matt Cohen came onto stage, the crowd were electing piercing screams.
“You two have started war!” Richard grabbed the water gun from behind his back and sprayed the three with water.
“HELL NO!” From then on, the six were soaked from water, beer, cake, pie and a decent amount of whip cream.
Trying to stand, _____ attempted to get up but slipped on some whip cream and her heelies backfired, sending her colliding into Matt. The crowd were estatic, the highlight of the interview. By now the interview was crying with laughing and the six died down to see ____ on top of Matt.
“Hey babe.” She grinned, pressing a whip cream kiss to his. The crowd awed and snapped pictures of the two.
“Hey baby.” He shoved some pie in her face and licked it off. The fangirls were screaming messes, their phones clicking pictures.
_____ picked up her mic and said a few words before just laying on Matt’s chest.
“This is so going on tumblr.”
Guys SO i’m going to a gay picnic soon and i can’t decide whether to wear my unicorn shirt, my faking it “there are no boyfriends around me” shirt, My bechloe shirt OR my “Kiss me i Dare you shirt” HELP