everything rests on your small shoulders

Flannel (Luke smut)

Summary: basically just making out with sleepy/morning!Luke whilst wearing his clothes…and a little something else 

Warnings: this morphs into smut! 

Word count: 1.4k 

A/N: you can blame @starryclem for this one. We ended up chatting about making out with Luke whilst wearing his clothes and then this baby was born…. I hope you enjoy it! ;)

Originally posted by http-erikaxo

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Luke’s grip on your waist felt warm, his slender digits applying a firm pressure to keep you held in place. Your arms rested on his shoulders, hands draped around the back of his neck to allow your fingers to loop through his hair. Twirling the silky strands between your fingertips, you nudged your mouth back against his.

His lips were soft - slightly puffy from the past few minutes of hurried kisses. Hands squeezing your hips, Luke bit against your bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from your breathless mouth. Seizing the new access to your mouth, you felt his tongue slip inside a moment later.

As you continued to furiously make out, your couldn’t help but smile against his mouth. Everything about the situation felt comfortable - from the golden rays of sunlight streaming into the room through a gap in the blinds, to the way his old oversized flannel engulfed you completely; the worn material - with its fading colour and fraying cuffs - giving you a sense of home. Your legs slung across the lap of your comfortable boyfriend was just a bonus, to be honest.

“Someone’s eager,” you commented, pulling back to speak against his lips. You shifted to the side and felt a bulging hardness poke up against your thigh. Luke groaned, the sound short-lived.

“‘Can’t help it, sweetheart,” he mumbled, quiet words carrying a hidden weight, “you look fuckin’ perfect in my flannel.”

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Telephone (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by dork-iplier

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): So just a while back I said that I would write an Ethan story SO HERE I actually did it be proud of me

Summary: You have some nieces and nephews in the family so you ask Markimoo, Tyler and blue boy to help you babysit. Mark and Tyler turn out to not be the only ones that think you and Ethan should date.

Warnings: I think I swore ?? but also TICKLING

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You were pretty excited about this actually. Your sibling had asked you to take care of their three kids for the day while they were out with their spouse. Of course, you obliged. You really liked their kids, but thought babysitting to be more of a chore.

For one person, three kids was a lot. So, you went and enlisted help from your band of friends. You knew for sure that they would love the kids instantly.

Traveling from your flat to Mark’s wasn’t a hassle. After two brisk knocks on the boys’ front door, Mark himself opened it with a large grin.

“Evening~!” He purred “Tyler is in the living room with every toy imaginable, go steal them from him!”

The three children giggled and pushed past him, calling a chorus of ‘hello’s.

You yourself couldn’t help but laugh, stepping up to the doorway gingerly.

“Thanks for doing this.” you said to Mark “It’s only for one night, but I didn’t think I could handle it by myself; sorry if it was sudden when I calle–”

“(Y/n),” Mark chuckled. He rested a hand on the small of your back and nudged you inside so he could close the door “It’s totally fine. I planned everything. They’re all sharing a room upstairs.”

You sighed and beamed up at him “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” he smiled back.

Giggly screams broke through your conversation. The both of you turned to the sound and walked toward it; past the living room entrance.

Their stood, by the far back wall, Tyler. One kid hanging from his left bicep, one tied around his calf and the other Ethan was about to crown Tyler’s shoulders with.

They all froze to look at the two of you.

“What even?” you chuckled walking around to reach out for the one hanging from his arm.

Grabbing her sides, you lifted her high and set her down quickly, tickling her ribs. She screamed in delight.

“DOES THIS MEAN TICKLE WAR?” Mark called in a silly tone.

“IT DOES.” Tyler confirmed.

The two men snatched up the other two children. Mark taking the one from Ethan. Everyone began to laugh as tickling ensued.

“This– this isn’t fair- no!” the small girl breathed “Teams! T-Teams!” she hollered.

You smiled and released her, sitting back on your knees. “Alright,” you offered “Pick your teams.”

“Well,” she stood.

Her small frame was proud and determined to win this battle.

“Myself Prim,” she gestured to herself  “and Dane,” then to one small boy “Connie,” the other boy “and Ethwan.”

“And Ethan.” you laughed.

Getting up, you looked to the mentioned blue boy and commented “You have a team of warriors.”

“Of course I do!” he cheered “We are going to win!”

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Everyone got onto their respective sides.

Yourself, Tyler and Mark on the left side of the lounge with Ethan, Prim, Dane and Connie on the opposing side.

“Alright men,” you began “I’ll take out Ethan, their biggest threat. Tyler, you take Dane and Connie. Mark, you get Prim.”

“Roger.” the two said in unison.

“But, watch for Connie, soldiers.” you forewarned “He’s a wild card.”

“Copy that.”

You three broke apart and got into dramatic positions. The children giggled.

“No!” Ethan cried “Don’t let them distract you!”

“Guns ready! Three, two, one! GO!” Tyler cheered.

The seven of you broke loose. Anarchy rained and childish giggles laced the joyful air. Mark was quick to be taken down by both Prim and Dane. Tyler went to the aid of his fallen comrade but was soon after jumped by Connie.

You laughed hysterically, forgetting your assigned task.

“Mark, no!” you whailed.

Though, the sadness was short lived when two arms snaked their way under your own. You gasped in surprise.

“I got her! I got her!” Ethan chuckled. His hands went to work on manipulating your sides. You body betrayed you in letting a laugh bubble through your throat.

“God NO!” You began to screech with laughter in joyus bursts.

You couldn’t really run away, so instead you dropped to your knees, hoping to leave Ethan’s grip. But he only dropped with you, encircling his arms around your torso to lessen your movement.

“E-E-Ethan! Hav-hahah-have merccc-c-cy!” you whined, laughing intensified.

“Give in (Y/n),” you heard Tyler chuckle “their power is unmatchable.”

“I givv-v-ve up!” you cried.

Ethan laughed and let you go, leaving you to catch some needed breath.

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Once the war was won, you all resorted to playing with the toy’s instead.

One toy in particular you thought was quite cute; an old fashioned toy phone. The one with the spin dial and the coil cord.

“Ah jee, doesn’t this bring memories.” You said to Ethan. He was standing next to you as you picked it up.

“Holy shit, that sure does.” he laughed “I used to have one, it was green.”

You smiled at the faded blue toy “But where’s the phone?”

“Sh!” Dane suddenly snapped “I’m on a call!”

You shook your head silently and looked up to Ethan. He grinned and shrugged.

At once you began to feel a tugging on your legs.

Both you and the blue haired boy looked down.

It was Dane wrapping the phone coil around both of you. He started to chat happily.

“Ethan and (Y/n) sittin’ in a tree!”

Soon both Tyler and Mark had joined in. Followed by a laughing Connie and a smiling Prim.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the group chorused “First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then comes a baby in the baby carriage!”

The coil bounded you and the youtuber together at the knees, hips and waist. You were physically pressed to each other.

Ethan’s face began to show a great contrast with his hair when it flushed red. Yours following suit.

“Mark, why are their faces red?” Connie whispered.

“Because they are in love.” Mark replied, beaming at the sight. Tyler let loose a hearty laugh when he heard Mark’s declaration.

❆   ❆   ❆

The rest of the evening was filled with many, many laughs and plenty of childish embarrassment. Though, the two of you did get freed eventually, the teasing did not let up. But, sooner or later, it drew close to bedtime.

You gently scooped up Connie and Dane once they began to yawn. Ethan picking up Prim.

“Time for the sleeps, kiddos’.” you lulled softly.

“Mark and I are going to clean this up,” Tyler smiled to you, gesturing to the cluster of throw about toys. You nodded to him quietly.

Gaining your way up the stairs, you reached the kids’ designated bedroom and placed both Dane and Connie in their beds. They both offered you hushed goodnights.

Ethan went to do the same, finding the small girl asleep in his arms. He was careful when resting her upon the covers, layering her in a fluffy down duvet.

“Awe,” you hummed “What a great dad you’d be.”

Though it was said in a joking matter, you had still meant it.

“Wouldn’t I though.” he beamed.

“Of course.” you agreed, walking to the door, stopping to let Ethan out before you.

He closed to door softly behind him.

“I’m sure I could master raising any amount of kids with one hand,” he joked.

You looked at him and chuckled.

“as long as you are holding the other one.”

You froze for a moment, your gaze raking his features. He simply smiled and leant forward.

Ethan’s lips meant yours in a calm, gentle kiss. You described it was warm, and firm.

Kissing him back was charming, you went and tied you arms around his neck, with his resting on your hips.

“So I expected you to put the kids to bed, not make some more.” Mark suddenly coughed.

Ethan and you were fast to break apart, the youtuber’s gaze collapsing awkwardly.

“Cooties…” Mark mumbled, retreating back down stairs.

You couldn’t help yourself when another placid smile captured your face. Babysitting sure wasn’t fun without friends.

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(A/n): THIS COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE I AM IMPRESSED

Sleepover (Thievery Pt. 2) | Peter Parker x Reader

requested: original was not, but a bunch of people wanted a part 2, and i kinda think imma make it a series

summary: reader prepares to hang with the boys and they have a fun night, though something suspicious happens at 2 in the morning…?

word count: 1449

part 1

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You ran a shaky hand through your hair as you tossed an over-sized sweatshirt in your backpack for tonight. Try as you may, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you recognized the man behind the Spider-man mask. When he touched you, it was the same electric feeling you got when someone else touched you, but you couldn’t figure out who. You frantically checked your watch and saw that it was 5:15. Shoot, if you don’t leave soon you’ll be late.

You zipped the bag hastily and slung it over your back, weaving around the bed and through your decorated door. As you got into your living room you dug around in the cupboard to find a pen and notepad and wrote out a note to your parents that you would be with Peter and Ned, and to call you or May if they needed you. Your parents were hardly around with your father being a surgeon and your mother being a flight attendant and since you’ve know Peter since you were 3 and in preschool together, they just kind of trusted him and Aunt May to take care of you.

Images of the fight flashed across your mind, red and blue, webs everywhere, and heat causing your face to flush and hands to sweat. You didn’t want it to ruin your night with your best friends though, so you shoved it to the back of your consciousness. You tossed the pen back in the drawer and slammed it in impatience and rush. You then turned to the door finally prepared to leave. As you pulled it open, however, you came face-to-face with Peter’s clenched fist, prepped to knock.

“Oh my god!” You sucked in a breath of shock and surprise and grasped his fist, lowering it away from your face. He blushed and looked down at his feet. “Pete, what are you doing here? We are coming to you.” You asked him confused.

“Oh, I was just kind of in the area and figured I could come and walk with you.” He sounded out of breath and looked a little haggard but you figured it was just from the exercise. Admittedly, you were relieved that he was here. You were kind of frightened from the earlier ordeal and it was nice to have another person with you.

“So want to head out? I’ll take that.” He gestured to the elevator down the hall and took your bag from you to hold. You couldn’t help but notice for the millionth time that over the last few months Peter had gotten fairly fit. The tightly would muscles in his forearm bulged a little in his forearm, it was your weakness.

“Oh, thanks Pete.” You thanked him, blushing profusely. He nodded a polite reply and then you two set out. You remained silent throughout the elevator ride, the only noise being the ringing sound of the bell that goes off as you pass each floor, ding, ding, ding, ding. By the time the doors opened you decided you couldn’t hold in the secret anymore. It was nearly bursting out of you and Peter was the one person on earth with whom you felt truly safe and at home, you trusted him with your life.

“Peter, I have to tell you something…” You whispered as the two of you pushed through the glittering revolving lobby doors. Out on the street it was louder and you felt less worried about someone overhearing. Peter tensed up at your comment, weird.

“What’s up?” He asked you in a weird high voice, the one he always used when  he was trying to cover something up. You put that aside for the time being, with your confession being so extreme.

“I met Spider-man today,” You said it really fast from excitement, he looked nervous. “I was going to Delmar’s like I said, and a gunman came in. I began to fight him and then he went on fire and then Spider-man came in and he was beating the guy up and then I opened the ice cream freezer and then he webbed him and he thanked me for my help!” It all came out in one breath. Relief flooded your body, stabilizing you, and allowing you to take a deep breath.

“Wait, what? He had a gun! Y/N, oh my god have some sense. No level of fighting can stop a bullet!” He seemed really angry at you, and it was weird that he seemed more focused on the fact that there was a gun than anything else. Then again, even Spider-man hadn’t seen the gun, seeing as the man was on fire by the time he came in. 

“No, Peter, you aren’t listening… I MET SPIDER-MAN!” You were waving your hands around in excitement at this point. He turned to you and despite his clear unease he choked out a snort at your glee.

You spent the rest of the walk home telling him all about Spider-man, with him smiling this small humble smile and simply listening to you.


You were completely at home in Peter’s living room, with your legs resting on Ned and your head on Peter’s lap you were living the luxury life. The Empire Strikes Back was playing in the background but you guys were trading your best pick-up lines, it was your turn; “Did you just fart?” You asked them, arching an eyebrow. They both shook their heads innocently. “Cause you blew me away!” You threw your head back, laughing at your own terrible joke. Peter chuckled and Ned snorted. 

“That was solid, Y/N.” Peter looked you right in the eyes and said, “You look ill… You must be lacking vitamin ME.” And he booped your nose. You giggled and tickled his chin, always knowing his weaknesses.

“Oh spare me the love fest.” Ned whined. To which you became embarrassed and sat straight up off both of them and leaned into the couch. You couldn’t see Peter mouthing what the hell to Ned, and him shrugging in apology. You immediately felt cold, both physically and emotionally, from the lack of Peter.

From that point on you all sat on your squares of the pull-out couch and watched the movie in silence. But you couldn’t focus. Peter’s hand was right next to yours and you wanted nothing more than to intertwine them and pull him close. You could smell him from here, he smelled of maple and cinnamon.

You were shot back to the day when the two of you were 7, you were dressed up as Princess Leia, a white bed sheet wrapped around you and he was dressed as Han Solo, with a cowboy vest.

“Come here Leia!” He called to you, holding out a small hand. You skipped over to him and gripped it tightly to your chest. “I love you,” You whispered dramatically. “I know.” He gasped and then fell to the ground dramatically. You fell over with him and both rolled around on the ground clutching your aching tummies. He stopped suddenly and sat straight up, golden curls pointing at odd angles. “Will you be my Leia?” He asked. “I already am.” You’d replied.

Remembering that day, you suddenly did something that you never would have done. Maybe, it was because you had fought someone today or maybe you were just growing up but you felt a surge of confidence. You hooked your pinkie over his. You glanced at his face and although he was facing straight ahead, an excited smile crept over his face and weaved his fingers through yours so you were really holding hands.

The feeling you had was indescribable. This was everything you ever wanted. Peter had to have some of the same feelings as you, considering for the rest of the night he moved closer and closer until you were leaning on his shoulder. You fell asleep gradually, breathing him in and feeling completely at peace.


A light noise woke you up to a dark living room lit only by the menu screen from the movie and the absence of Peter next to you. You guessed he went to the bathroom. Sitting up and stretching your back, you heard a noise come from his room, like a small bang of something falling. You stood up to investigate and made it to his doorway, you rubbed your eyes to rid them of the sleepy blurriness and saw something on the ceiling. You looked up and switch on the light just in time to see the hero you worked with earlier peel his mask back. Surprise hit you like a truck, knocking the breath out of you and making you light-headed.

Peter?”

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a/n: I am so so so sorry for not updating yesterday! I was out all day touring a college and I thought I had this post scheduled but I realized it was just sitting in my drafts! Sorry again! Will continue if requested!


 Yoongi let himself in right when he got to your apartment, carrying takeout and his backpack. His whole demeanor changed when it came to you, feeling the need to protect you at all costs ever since the two of you were young. 

He found you in your bedroom, hidden and buried beneath your comforter. The TV in front of your bed was on, playing a gossip show on low volume. All that was seen from the door way was your hair peeking up from the dull bed. 

 Yoongi set the take out and bag beside your nightstand before slipping off his shoe. He pulled back your comforter and slipped in beside you, pulling you closer to his body. Maybe it was the lighting, but you looked fae-like, precious and delicate. Fragile to everything. Yoongi didn’t hesitate to embrace you, pulling you flush to his body. 

 Your body instantly began to shake and Yoongi ran his dull nails through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. You cling to him as your thoughts overwhelmed you. 

 But Yoongi stayed where he was, comforting you. Then you started crying. 

Sobs wracked your body and you chocked out incoherent words. Yoongi shushed you, rubbing your back and resting his head on top of yours and closed his eyes. Shame and guilt overtaking his mind, seeing you in this state.

Eventually you calmed down and your eyes were heavy. “Are you hungry? We can always heat up the food,” Yoongi said softly. 

You nodded, sitting up, letting the comforter fall from your chest and Yoongi laid there. He laid there admiring the natural way you look, with your hair disheveled and your eyeliner smudged under your eyes. The look in your eyes were full of agony, agony Yoongi couldn’t exactly pin point but was clearly there. 

“I’ll go heat it up.” Yoongi lightly brushed your arm before getting out of bed, grabbing the cold bag of takeout and going to the kitchen. 

 You rub your eyes, cringing at the black that smudges on your fingers. You rushed to the bathroom and washed your hands and face. Gripping at the counter you curse yourself. Letting Yoongi in would just make it worse. 

 You heard the microwave beep and you quickly dry your hands and make your way to the kitchen. Right where Yoongi is preparing the plates. “You should go find something to watch,” Yoongi said, putting the next plate of food in the microwave. “I’ll bring everything in when it’s ready." 

 Tiredly, you nod and make your way back to the bedroom. "Don’t ruin my kitchen again,” you called behind you. 

 "Not my fault I didn’t know you couldn’t put aluminum in the microwave!“ 

 You almost freeze in your tracks and turn around. "Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Go find something to watch!" 

 So you find yourself back in the bedroom, burying yourself in the blankets and pillow as you look for something on TV. Yoongi comes in minutes later, balancing the plates on his arms and a concentrated look on his face. "Careful,” you mumbled worriedly. 

 He gave you a smile before handing you one of the plates before sitting down. “Sorry if it’s too hot,” he says as he makes himself comfortable. You both did this all the time, invading each other’s bedroom and making yourself at home. It was a ritual of yours whenever you bother spend the night. 

 "It’s fine,“ you decided to stop on a channel playing a cliche movie. Yoongi gave you another glance before beginning to eat. 

 After a bit he broke the silence. "Are you feeling any better?” You just shrug. “Want to talk?" 

 Silence. 

 "It would change everything,” you said abruptly. “And I don’t want anything to change." 

 It was true. If he rejected you, how would you be able to be this close without your thoughts haunting you? Reminding you of what happened. If he returned your feelings, all these times you spent together like this would change. It wouldn’t be all platonic anymore, but the opposite. You didn’t know if you would be ready for that. 

 Yoongi didn’t say anything, just looked at you with curious eyes. 

 After eating and making small talk, you take the plates and brought them to the kitchen, deciding to clean them tomorrow. When you got back to the room you saw that Yoongi was already under the blankets, ready for bed. With a small sigh you turned off the side table lamp and got under the comforters. 

 Everything in your body was tense, worried about what would happen next in your relationship with Yoongi. You bit your lip and willed yourself to not make a noise as another set of hot tears rolled over your cheeks. 

 Yoongi’s arms circled around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder. He didn’t even have to see your face to know what was happening. An internal battle amongst yourself. 

 You let yourself cry more and more. Angry and frustrated with yourself. 

 Yoongi just held you tighter, thinking about how much time he wasted loving other girls when he had the perfect one in front of him.

A Little Pathetic

Peter Quill x Reader, fluff.

My first Peter fic ever, so be nice.

Fooled Around & Fell in Love by Elvin Bishop

Drax’s words ran miles in Peter’s head as he nursed a cold drink in a sleazy bar, on some planet they decided to take a break on.

There are two types of beings in the universe: those who dance, and those who do not.

Peter groaned into his drink, annoyed at the pulling in his stomach.

You need to find a woman who’s pathetic, like you.

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You love him, but he loves her.

You stood from a distance, your heart skipping a beat when you saw him. You bit your lip, thinking about everything that could have been. Harry had been your closest friend since you met when you both were just five years old. The two of you grew up together, shared baths and had sleepovers. He was your best mate, from start to finish. His fame never pulled him away, never for too long at least, and he had always been there for you no matter what. When his career with the boys had really taken off, Harry did all he could to keep you close. You’d been introduced to his band mates early on, forming life long bonds with them as well. You could think back to the first time you had really opened up to them, when Louis had caught a look in your eye when Harry had mentioned another girl. Harry of course was oblivious, and probably always would be. “What’s up your butt?” Louis asked, as Harry had exited the bus to make a phone call. Your face turned a lovely shade of red, as all eyes were on you. “Nothing?” You question, worried Harry would return any second. Louis pressed further of course, and with the boy’s curiosity growing, you mumble a quick, “I think I like him, I don’t know.” and they all go silent for a moment. “You should tell him.” Louis urged, but you never did. Now, almost five years later, you were dolled up for Harry’s birthday party, your heart racing just at the sight of him.

“You alright?” Louis appeared next to you, his hands shoved into his pockets as if he knew just how you were feeling. “Mhm.” You shoot him a small half smile and let your eyes float back to Harry. Louis and you had become tremendously close over the years. You told him everything, you opened up to him completely. For the past five years, Louis was your shoulder to cry on, and the only person to encourage you to tell Harry the truth. You and Louis found the table were the rest of the boys sat, a drink in each of their hands. “Here ya go, love.” Niall hands you a full glass of champagne. You take a seat next to him, and open your mouth to ask the lads how they all are, but something stops you. Cheering was heard and an applause followed, and slowly you turn to see what all the commotion was for. You watched as Harry stood back a distance from the leggy blonde, who was proudly showing off a large diamond ring. Your heart drops…

“Y/N?” Niall asks, his innocent voice so full of concern. His words fall on deaf ears as your senses begin to fade. You can’t hear anyone, all you can focus on is the sight in front of you. The boys stare at you, eyes wide. “I-I’ve got to go.” Your voice is barley audible, but they shout for you as you stand up from the table and head for the front of Harry’s place. Tears burned your eyes, and you quickly wiped them away, not wanting to cause a scene. You had waited too long, your chance was over. Harry was happy, and who were you to ruin that for him. “Hey, where you goin’?” His voice calls out for you, as you try to sneak past him. Harry steps away from his fiance, who is still showing off her new ring. You grip the handle of his front door, tears streaming down your cheeks. You couldn’t face him. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Why are you leaving?” Hurt was evident in his voice, it broke your heart. You smile, and face him, his brows furrowing in concern when he meets your eyes.

“Congratulations, H.”

This is part one of a three part series. Lemme know what you think. 

-El

To be dazed

Title: To be dazed 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker 

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 2,084

Songs: Left hand free by alt-j

A/N: Hi! I hope you guys enjoy part 3! p.s sorry for all the typos and grammar mistakes, this is all raw 

Part 1: To be young

Part 2: To be foolish  

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“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.

Edge Of Glory: Part One

Summary: Your life takes a turn after you find out a night with Lance Tucker, turned out to be so much more than a hookup. In the past you knew Lance as your Coach on your way to your infamous career, he was no more than a quick night of relief - until now. Now with the news of being pregnant, Lance and his former gymnast fight to do what’s right - and learn the way of becoming parents, together.

(I suck at summary so if anyone can do better pls message me i’ll love you forever)

Notes: Cocky Lance, Pregnancy, cursing.

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EARTH & FIRE - (moana) maui x reader

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“Could I get a request with readerxMaui? The reader is another demigod but of the Fire and earth, she has lived with Moana’s family ever since Maui took the heart, but she has never really forgotten him. But she promises Moana’s grandmother that she will protect Moana so when they find Maui and he chits her in that cave, the reader gets mad and actually reveals herself sooner than planned. Sorry if that is too specific, if you can’t do that, that’s okay.”
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Y/N = your name

In this, you took a different appearance. Only small changes like covering your tattoos (which are basically like Maui’s) and changing your height.

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 Maui… How long has it been since you had last seen Maui? You felt has if it had been thousands of years. And maybe it had.

 You closed your eyes, vaguely remembering his taunting smirk, his soft hair, his deep voice and his tattoos, recounting both of your exploits. You used to be best friend, or you liked to think a little more. Yet, your relationship had never really been established.

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Deserving

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by @winterboobaer with the prompt, “I’m not good with my words, so I’ll show you how I feel through my actions.”

His eyes watched you walk across the room, laughing at something Natasha was saying to you. The two of you were sipping from beer bottles and making your way to Sam, Clint and Wanda. You stood there smiling at something Clint was saying and Bucky’s own mouth formed a smile small. He ran a hand over his face, nervously tapping his foot on the ground. He thought of the words he spoke to you a few nights before, when everyone else in the tower were in bed and he couldn’t sleep, so you laid with him  talking softly about nothing and everything. Your head was rested against his bare chest and he couldn’t believe his luck, that he had you after everything he had done. His rubbed circles into your shoulder and cleared his throat to get your attention.

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Jeff Atkins Imagine (request2)

ahhhgggg, this was extremely difficult to write but I hope it’s good!

AU where Jeff didn’t die in the crash and Clay stayed with Hannah

WARNING: i’m pretty sure all of my imagines are going to mention weed in them

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“He doesn’t remember your relationship with him.” 

Those words were like an atomic bomb to you. In all of your years of life, it never crossed your mind that something this tragic would happen to you. No one expects it, you guessed. No one knew that your boyfriend of six months would get in a car crash and lose all of his memories of your relationship. Sometimes you blamed yourself. Why did you let him go on that beer run? Why didn’t you keep him at the party? Why did you let him leave drunk?

It could have been worse, you concluded. Jeff could have died, but it felt as if he did. And at first you had been in denial. You pushed passed persisting nurses and held is hand as he slept, but when he would wake up he would always just smile and say “Hi Y/N? Did you make cheerleader?”

So you stopped seeing him, because the first thing you told him on the first day of school was that you hoped that you would make cheerleader. That’s where his memory ended. He didn’t remember that the years of friendship had slowly begun to knit into something more, he didn’t know the intricate stitches of your shared secrets and nights on the roof of his car. But you could never forget because you loved him too much. Maybe that love is what sparked the hope in you, the hope that maybe in some way you could make him remember. 

It had been two weeks after the accident, fourteen days of crying yourself to sleep and finding comfort in the bottom of red solo cups and rolled joints of cannabis. A Monday to be precise, when Jeff returned to school. You were dressed your best and had your makeup done after hours of being in front of a mirror, as if you were barely meeting him for the first time. When he walked in people crowded around his figure, giving him pats on the back and passing their condolences for his lost memory.

“No, it’s cool guys! Obviously nothing worth remembering happened during that time.” He replied with a laugh, oblivious with his giant forehead scar.

People turned in your direction, where you stood at the edge of the crowd, trying your best to hold back tears. Part of you was traumatized because you were thinking of what would have happened if you had truly lost Jeff in the accident, but you couldn’t even gain comfort from him because he didn’t remember that just those months ago you had shared your first kiss together.

People dissipated like ants, scattering away while staring at you. You knew some of them were scared to make you cry, because it had happened in the last week while you were at a basketball game. The others simply didn’t care so they stayed. The majority of them were the jocks like Monty, Zach, Justin, and Bryce. 

“That’s got to burn,” Monty made a face while walking over to you. He placed his arm around you while you stared at Jeff laugh with his friends. “You know, Y/N, I’m all free, and since our little Jeffrey over there doesn’t remember a thing about your ‘relationship’ with him, it would be better if you just acted like it never even happened. You can’t get him to fall in love with again.”

You made a noise of irritation and sadness before turning around under 
Monty’s arm and pushing his chest. “Shut the fuck up, Montgomery! Fucking fascist asshole!” 

You took his arm from your shoulders and turned on your heel, storming to the red room, where you knew you would calm down. Pictures were a great hobby of yours, and it mean usually that you had to spend time with Tyler the school ‘creep’ but you didn’t mind very much. 

“Bro, what’s her problem?” Bryce asked as you stormed way, Monty shrugging his shoulders like it didn’t hurt his feelings. 

“She’s probably still pissed off because I didn’t go all the way with her Saturday at your get together. She was stoned as fuck.” The guys all laughed except for Jeff as they started to head in the other direction, talking about that night. 

It was partially true, you had made out with Monty at Bryce’s party two days ago, but you had been desperate, stoned, and drunk and in desperate need of some relief. You were stressed out and depressed, what else were you supposed to do? Find help? Shrinks were a joke in this town, you would be laughed at. He was twisting the whole story, you were the one who would not mess with him, though. 

“You coming, Atkins?” Justin asked when they were a little ways away, his eyebrows raised. All the guys looked to see that Jeff was shaking his head and scratching his head. 

“I feel like I should go after her. I mean we are really close, right?” Jeff asked them, adjusting his backpack.

“Very close,” Justin smirked. 

“What?” Jeff asked, knowing that he was missing something. 

Zach reached over and smacked Justin, a look of pity coming over his handsome face. “It’s not about if you should or not, it’s if you want to go after her, man. It’s only if you want to see if she’s okay.” 

Jeff stood there for a second as Zach watched expectantly, his fingers crossed. The other jocks rolled their eyes and took off. Jeff turned back to Zach and pointed to the way you had ran off to. 

“I want to go after her, I don’t know why.” He said with his eyebrows furrowed. 

Zach grinned and pointed to the hall as well. “You don’t need a reason. Just go.” 


You placed the picture you had just developed on the clothespin line and hung it, a picture of you and Jeff at the beach, the both of you wrapped in each other while making panicked faces and pointing at a crab. It made you smile but you heart ache, and Tyler, who was standing next to you sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathed he looked down at his camera and ran his hand behind his neck. 

“Stop apologizing!” You snapped, wiping a tear from under your eye. “I’m so tired of it. I know it’s tragic and I know it’s sad and pitiful, but don’t pity me. It’s all my fault anyways. If I would not have let Jeff leave that party for that stupid beer run he would still remember us. The things we shared with each other, the kisses, the love. He would remember that he loves– loved me and he would be in here right now making out with me and telling me I’m beautiful. But instead this happened. HE DOESN’T REMEMBER, Tyler! He just thinks we’re friends, and he just thinks that even his name means nothing to me. But Jeff Atkins means everything to me.” 

Tyler put his camera down, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You hugged him back, ignoring the small line of yellow light on the floor as you squeezed your eyes shut and cried into Tyler’s shoulder. 

“Monty was right, I can’t make him fall in love with me again.” You sighed when you were calm, simply resting your head on Tyler’s shoulder. He had been patting your back but at your words he shot back and grabbed your shoulders. 

“Y/N, are you kidding me? You and Jeff were relationship goals. I loved taking pictures of y’all and if I know one thing in this world is that you never truly forget a love like that.” 

You looked into Tyler’s eyes to see that he was excited. You slowly began to get a feeling in the pit of your stomach. Maybe you could help him remember…or if that was impossible, maybe you could make him fall in love with you again. 

“How do we do that, Tyler?” You asked, a smile growing on your lips. 

“Easy! First, we make a plan. Do you remember the things that led your relationship to grow into more than friendship?” He asked, running around the room for a pen. 

You sighed and looked back at the picture, your mind spinning into a fine silk of memories. “Every second with detail.” 

“Perfect.” 

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The plan wasn’t easy, but one step at a time you seemed to get closer to Jeff, slowly feel a lot better about him falling back in love with you.

Step 1: Pull an all nighter with Jeff at the neighbors pool without getting caught (x) This is where you and Jeff first shared your deepest thoughts and even though you already knew what he had to say you still listened with your utmost interest and attention.

Step 2: Convince Jeff to let you do his makeup (x) this is where Jeff started to notice your beauty, or so he told you, when you were makeup less and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as you ‘carved out’ his eyebrows. This time Jeff was a little more compliant, pointing out colored eye shadows he wanted you to use and getting closer when you were contouring his nose (not that he needed it). 

Step 3: Have a Star Wars movie marathon (x) this is where you started to show Jeff the nerdy side in you, and you figured out he had one of his own. This is where you two first cuddled, and where you finally realized you didn’t want to spend those long hours with anyone else. This time Jeff was quiet and didn’t ask much questions about what was going on, but you did catch him staring at you a few times. Eventually you both fell asleep on each other during the last scene of the empire strikes back, which was a shorter time span than you had thought you would last. 

Step 4: Go on a mini adventure to all of the museums he loved (because, once again, that hidden nerdy side); this is where Jeff realized that you were really funny, as you kept cracking history jokes and just jokes in general. This time he told you jokes and you had a joke war, eventually getting lunch together and sharing a milkshake (cheesy, but Jeff had suggested it). (x)

Step 5: Party hard, smoke a joint together, and share your first kiss. (o) That’s where you both told each other how you felt, where you had engaged in a drunken make out session with Montgomery and he had gotten extremely jealous and nearly beat his ass for it. When you were sober he had taken you to the porch and watched you sip a cup of water before spilling his feelings out. This was the one step you were going to have the most trouble reenacting. 

Good thing in this town, there was never a weekend that someone was not throwing a party. This time it was Zach Dempsey, because his family was out of town for a family reunion and he had faked sick, so he had his whole giant house to himself. The thing was that you were extremely nervous, and the only person that had been of help lately was Tyler, who had wholeheartedly given his all trying to help you with the plan was not invited to this party. 

You were currently at your house while he sat on the floor sifting through photos of you and Jeff. “Who took these? They’re amazing.” 

“My cousin, Angela. I think you would like her. She’s a fanatic for photography.” You giggled, putting a blouse across your body. You shook your head and threw it into a rising pile. “Ugh, I have absolutely nothing to wear.” 

Tyler stopped looking at the photos and got up, shaking his jacket. “What do you mean? You have a million clothes…” You made a face at him. “Why don’t you just wear what you wore during step five the first time?” 

You turned back to the closet and pushed the remaining clothes aside, spotting the striped t-shirt dress immediately. You reached over and pulled it out, letting the smooth material run through your fingers, memories flashing. There was the click of a flash and you turned slightly, to see that Tyler was looking at his camera. He walked over and showed you the screen. 

“Look how much emotion is running through your eyes… you’re ready for this.” He said, patting your back as you looked down at the picture. 

“I am.” 

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You flattened the dress on your body when you got out of your car, your hands slightly damp with sweat.  You had paired the dress with a pair of flats, but this time you curled your hair and put it in two buns.Your makeup was done unlike that night and you were more nervous, that was for sure. 

You finally pushed yourself to walk to Zach’s house; the music was already playing, vibrating your teeth and the smell of sweat and weed was so strong you needed to stop and take a breath. Of course it was a party after all. You made it to the front door after what felt like ages, and you took a deep breath. 

“YN!” Someone yelled behind you, and you groaned. It was Clay Jensen and he was walking to the house as well with Hannah Baker. 

You had been avoiding Clay like the plague, because he was a good friend of yours, but ever since that party where you and Jeff convinced him to stay with Hannah you couldn’t face him. You knew he was all about pity. 

“Can’t talk, Jensen!” You yelled, running into the house and immediately going towards where you knew Jeff and the others were. 

Jeff was always a careful person at parties, never letting himself go and usually occupying himself with things other than the drugs and sex. You knew he was in Zach’s game room, and where Jeff was, his followers were as well. No one liked to admit it, but Jeff was the best and most liked of the whole group of jocks and he wasn’t really like them but he hung out with them anyways because Jeff never judged. 

“HEYY!” You yelled once you entered the game room, seeing that all of the guys and a few girls were crowded around the pool table. Everyone turned. “The life of the party is here.” 

The guys clapped, whooping when you did a turn in the air, bringing out your special bag of weed from your bag. They got louder when they saw it. You laughed and walked over to the table, taking off your purse and setting it aside while you looked them over. 

“Y/N, we were wondering if you were ever going to come.” Justin spoke, his hand not so discreetly laying on Jessica’s ass. 

You rolled your eyes. “Foley I’m a cheerleader, I’m literally nearly obliged to come.” 

You walked over and stood next to Jeff, who was smiling slightly as he looked you over. 

“Now that is not true.” Zach started, placing his arm around your shoulder. “You’re a party animal.” 

“You’re so right” You grinned, shaking the bag of cannabis. Zach gave you a high five and took it from your hands. 

“Who is ready to smoke a good one and get high?” Zach yelled out, raising his hands above his head. You cheered with the others and they all went to the couches at the far right of the room, talking loudly. 

Jeff stayed behind as you went to your purse and grabbed your cell phone. “Y/N?” He asked softly. 

You turned to him and a piece of hair fell into your eyes, while you dug through your purse for a lighter now. He got closer and your breath sped up while your heartbeat increased, but on the outside you stayed casual. He reached a hand forward and removed the hair from your eyesight. “You look beautiful tonight.” 

You could feel your heart swelling in your chest, like it was the first time he said it all over again, a smile creeping onto your face. You stood up straight, getting closer and patting his chest while leaning your head up. “Thank you, Jeff. You don’t look too bad yourself.” 

Jeff rolled his eyes as you pulled your head back. “You gonna have a little fun with us tonight?” You asked him, looking over at his cup and seeing only carbonated soda. 

Jeff sighed and shook his head. “I swore off everything when I got home from the hospital. I can’t let my senses become dull anymore, I can’t risk everything for a little high. My mom and dad were scared to death for me to come tonight. They shouldn’t be. So I’m not doing anything, Y/N. I’ll just watch and make sure you don’t do anything too stupid.” 

He chuckled slightly and then touched his arm, squeezing it reassuringly. “That’s good, Jeff. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you again.” 

You had said it without thinking and your eyes widened. He made a face of question but you quickly turned on your heel and sped to the group, squeezing yourself between Zach and Monty. Zach had already rolled one joint and yanked the lighter out of your hand, taking a big hit as he sparked the end of it. You took it from Zach and tried to one up him, smoke coming out of your nostrils as you did. The girls cheered and booed Zach for being beat by a girl. You handed it to Monty and he took it with a wink your way. You rolled your eyes and leaned your head back. The smoke drifted from between your lips and your nose, the feeling of it sending you to bliss. You looked up to see that Jeff was staring at you distantly, sipping his coke. You looked away quickly and distracted yourself with the others, suddenly forgetting about the plan.

When the joint was shriveling and Justin was rolling a second you had forgotten Jeff was there at all, and your legs was in Monty’s lap as he rubbed your thighs and you two laughed like nothing bad was happening. Like the rising anger that Jeff was trying to hold back. Because the plan had done it. When the others started on the second you grabbed the butt end of the old one and sucked in whatever was left, coughing and then grabbing Monty by the shoulders, bringing your mouth to his and blowing the smoke into his open mouth. He sucked it in them let it out, licking his lips and then catching your lips with his. 

“OK, that’s enough!” You heard someone say loudly, but you kept on, kissing Monty’s mouth with force. 

Then two arms were under your arms and you were being pulled away, both you and Monty protesting. You looked back and saw that it was Jeff, and the plan came to your mind again and you smiled lazily. He shook his head at you and then glared down at Monty. 

“Don’t touch her again. Or I’ll kick your teeth in.” 

The words echoed in your head and you bit your lip. He was being much more aggressive than what you expected. Especially with his words. Monty stood up like he was going to fight Jeff, a hurt look on his face but Zach placed an arm across his shoulders, pushing him back.

Jeff lifted you so you were standing straight and wrapped his hands around you elbow, dragging you through the house and to the front door. You two passed many people who looked like they wanted to ask questions, like Clay and Hannah but Jeff did not slow down in his angry march. 

“Jeff, what’s up?” You asked with a slight squeak to your voice. 

Jeff let you go when you two were on the foot of Zach’s porch, sitting down and then patting the spot next to you. You sat down as your heart beat faster with each second. This was starting to seem familiar, even with the clouds that were surrounding your mind. 

“I mean, listen, I have no control over what you do but I really don’t like seeing you getting stoned.” Jeff said, looking away from you. 

“Just getting stoned?” You asked while your hope started to deflate like a balloon.

“Not you just getting stoned.” He sighed, turning to face you formally. “I don’t like seeing you with Monty.” 

You scooted closer without thinking and placed your hand on his shoulder, tears coming to your eyes involuntarily. “Why, Jeff?” 

He pulled you closer and placed his forehead on yours, breathing you in. “Because I remember that I love you.”

Tears spilled out of your eyes and you pulled him into a long awaited kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. The plan had worked and you had Jeff back, just like you wanted. 

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 This took forevverr and it had such a shitty ending but thank you anon for the request! I hope you like it. (NOT EDITED)

Sleepy Little Bee.

Summary- The reader is a teen actress on set who has CFS, on rough day the cast take care of her.

A/N- just thought of this whilst another flare up hit me, hopefully this’ll give some insight on what CFS can be like??

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You walked onto set that day with your arm wrapped around your middle, clutching at your side trying to subside the pain. Your chronic fatigue decided that today would be the best day to flare up, you had been awake for most of the night with a hot water bottle stuck to your stomach like glue, you had taken the usual painkillers but for some reason they weren’t working as well as the use to which made you feel worse, knowing you’d have to go back to the doctors only to be prescribed a higher pain medication. 

Everyone on set knew about your condition, the cast, -past and present- had actually researched what it was which made you cry, just a bit, okay a lot but nobody had ever done that for you before.

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You're Cute When... // Archie Andrews

Could you do one where Archie is supper cuddly with his girlfriend like carrying her everywhere and using cute pet names?

Thank you for this request! I’ve changed it up a little but it’s still cute! I’ve been swarmed with requests in the past few days holy moly it’s crazy, but it keeps me busy! Hopefully this ones good too!

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‘Archibald!’ I exclaimed, slapping his knee. I was sitting in front of him, my back turned away from him and sitting in between his legs.

I was playing Call of Duty with him and was getting frustrated that he kept shooting at me and we were on the same god damn team. Archie threw his head back, that contagious laugh escaping his lips.

'Archie, it’s not funny! I’m taking this seriously and you’re trying to be a dick!’

'You’re cute when you’re serious.’ He said in my ear, both of us watching the screen as we shot the opposing team.

'Archie, you’re making me angry.’ I grumbled, elbowing him in the stomach. That however didn’t do anything since it was rock hard.

'You’re cute when you’re angry.’ He whispered in my ear, making me smile a little.

I stopped the game, turning my head to look at him, seeing a small confused smile on his face. He looked down at me, taking a quick glance at my lips. 'Why did you do that?’

'Cause I was kicking your ass and didn’t want your to feel bad. But, I’d prefer to also look at you more then kick your ass.’ I smiled cheekily.

He frowned playfully at him, before a small smile replaced it. 'Come here,’ he whispered, pulling me into his chest, my head resting up near his shoulder, my hand resting on his heart.

I listened to Archie’s heartbeat with a mixture of the rain slightly hitting his window of his bedroom. I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed after the first time in a long time.

It always felt that way in Archie’s arms; he managed to make me feel safe from everything else in the world. With everything that had been going on with the murder, our friends and school, these moments to me were the most precious ones. I felt his chin resting on top of my head, letting out a sigh.

'Can we stay like this forever?’ I whispered, my eyes still closed.

'I wish we could. This here is where I wanna stay. I couldn’t think of anywhere else I wanna be.’ He kissed the top of my head, resting his forehead on my head.

I smiled, feeling my mind becoming sleepy, almost wanting to fall asleep. 'You’re really comfy.’ I mumbled. Archie chuckled, causing his chest to vibrate and hold me tighter.

'Did you wanna sleep for a bit?’ He asked. I nodded, not being able to find my voice. I soon felt Archie pick me up off of the floor, carrying me bridal style to his bed.

He laid me down, climbing into the bed and throwing the covers over the two of us. I snuggled into his chest, feeling his fingers running through my hair.

'It’s okay sweetheart, go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.’ He whispered, kissing my forehead.

'I love you.’ I mumbled.

'I love you.’ He whispered.

Tags: @sweetvengeancee

This Life We Live: Part 3

Prompt: Bruce and Reader as teen parents

AN: Someone inquired about when the next part would be up, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it! So Here’s part 3!

Words: 1092

Part 1, Part 2


          You watch his training from a distance, after nearly four months, he’s actually winning the occasional fight. Bruce has always been a quick study, so it doesn’t really surprise you. At the very least he’s coming back with less gaping wounds and more bruises. As a particularly bad gust of wind blows through you sink further into your jacket, and pull your scarf over your nose.

          Almost magically another blanket is draped across your shoulders. You give a small smile to your nurse. You have no idea what her name is, and she hasn’t said a word in front of you. Nonetheless she returns the smile with a timid one of her own.

          “Out for a walk are we?” It takes everything you have not to jump at the sound of his voice. Doing your best to calm your heartbeat, you turn and face Ra’s Al Ghul. You give him a small smile before bringing your gloved hands to rest on your rather sizable bump. “You’ve just reached your seventh month, have you not?”

          You respond as everyone does, “Yes, Master.”

          “And you’re feeling well. The doctor said your blood pressure has been a bit high.”

          You give a nervous smile, “As well as can be expected.”

          He nods, before turning his head towards the training session, “He’s catching on rather quickly. Remarkable for such a sheltered boy.” You don’t say anything. His attention turns to your nurse as he says, “Make sure she doesn’t spend too much time on her feet, the doctor recommends rest.”

          Your nurse nods before gently grabbing you elbow and escorting you back inside. You’ve been here for a little over three months now. You’ve been well cared for, and your comfort seems to be of the highest priority. The exact opposite of Bruce. You only see him for a few hours a week. You’ve been given a separate room, one with everything you could possibly need. Bruce sleeps with the other soldiers, and trains night and day.

          As you lay down on the bed, you allow your mind to go blank. Your hand goes to your large belly and strokes it in a calming manner. Every once in awhile a kick will meet the palm of your hand, and you can’t help but smile. Despite the circumstances your baby is happy and healthy, and for the moment he’s safe.

          A knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts and you smile at your visitor, and do your best to sit up, “Talia.”

          She just smiles, and closes the door quietly behind her, “Don’t get up, the doctor said to rest. Father already thinks you’re being a bit careless.”

          You grimace, “I needed to stretch my legs.”

          She just smirks as she lies on the bed next to you, “You wanted to see Bruce.”

          You smile, “That too.”

          “You should hear what people are saying. He’s too damn smart for his own good. He’s moving up the ranks faster than anyone they’ve ever seen. I suppose what they say is true about a man who has something worth fighting for.”

          “Bruce has always been strong.”

          She just hmms, before asking, “And how’s the next Wayne son?”

          You scowl, “Everyone thinks it’s a boy.”

          Talia just grins, “And you don’t? Motherly intuition telling you something? Because I could use everything I can get in the betting pool.”

          You roll your eyes, “As loathe as I am to admit it. I think it’s a boy too.” You pause before saying, “I still can’t believe it’s happening.”

          Talia’s brow furrows, “What? Being here with the League?”

          You shake your head, “No, that part is very real. More the being a mother thing. I’m only seventeen.”

          Talia’s hand goes to your bump. She does that a lot you find, feel your baby bump. She seems fascinated by the pregnancy, “That’s not so young. My mother was only a year older than you when I was born. And in an age not too long ago, this would have been considered the norm.” You just nod, and then wince, “The baby’s been active today?”

          “Ever since I got back to the room. I feel sorry for Bruce to be honest. He still hasn’t felt the baby kick. It’s killing him.”

          Talia doesn’t respond. She stays for another hour and then goes as silently as she came.

          A knock on the door several hours later bring dinner, and surprise you hadn’t been expecting. You can’t help but smile as Bruce comes through the door. He’s carrying a tray with dinner for two. He smiles as you try and get to your feet, “Don’t get up, I’m coming to you.”

          You settle down as he sets the tray at the end of the bed and crawls up beside you. You kiss him long and hard. He smells faintly of sweat, and he’s covered in fading bruises. But you can’t help but smile because there are no gaping wounds this time. “What are you doing here?”

          He smirks, “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

          “I’m thrilled, but they said I wouldn’t get to see you for a few weeks this time.”

          He shrugs, “The master came, gave me a tray and said I had three hours. Told me to tell you to keep your feet up. He says your blood pressure is elevated.”

          You can hear the worry in his voice, “Only slightly. I’m fine, really.”

          He kisses you again, “Good, I trust you. Now, let’s pick up where we left off.” Suddenly both his hands are on your belly, and his face is hovering close by. “Hello in there. Can you hear me? It’s your daddy. I know I haven’t been around much, but I promise that one day, all of that is going to change. I promise you that. One day, we’ll go home, and I’ll introduce you to Alfred, and you, your mom, and I will have picnic on the back lawn like I did with my parents,” he pauses, “Can you kick daddy’s hand if that sounds like fun?”

          It takes nearly a minute for the kick to come, but Bruce never loses faith. When it does come, his face lights up, and he turns to you and says, “See? Our kid is brilliant, like his mother.”

          You just smile. All too soon your three hours are up, and with one last kiss Bruce is forced away again, and you’re left all alone again. Then another kick comes and you’re reminded that you’re not so alone.

Liberty Pt.8

Originally posted by enchanted-forests

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Alexander Pierce, Blackbeard

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: Waking up disorientated, hella crying, sexual assault mention, bodily harm, flashbacks and nightmares, fluff, sam and wanda fluff. Interrogation, Pierce being an asshole.
Smut, not full blown tho, thigh riding, please tell me if i’ve forgotton anything

Word Count: 3861

A/N: I hope everyone likes this chapter, it’s taken me like a week, i hope its not too bad. though there are some sensitive subjects listen in the warnings. Just to say, if anyone has suffered any form of assault, people are willing to listen and my ask/message box is always open. Stay strong guys n dolls.
I’m also very effing tired so sorry if there are any mistakes

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7


Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.

And then everything was black.


A sharp tingling in his fingers was all Bucky could feel as he made way from his spot on the quarterdeck.

Shit, shit, shit.” Bucky seethed. He scrambled towards your unconscious body. Wanda was shifting you into the safety position, gently moving your dead-weight limbs in the correct way.

As Bucky approached you, he took your tired body into his arms, carrying you bridal into his cabin, “Wanda, I’d like you to tend to Y/N, please, in case there’s anything wrong with her. I need to sort out Rumlow and Pierce.” His voice was gruff and worn.

‘Course, Captain.

After gently resting you on the bed, Bucky stormed out of the cabin in haste. As he approached Rumlow’s lifeless body, he gave it a swift kick in the head with his right foot, earning a sharp crack of the bones within.

That’s what you get for fucking with my patience, prick.

Bucky, what are we gonna do with Pierce?” Sam grumbled as he hid the dead body behind a crate, grimacing.

He’s going to clean up this mess.” Bucky scowled, pointing down at the blood and tissue slapped against the decking.

Sam scurried towards the hatch that opened to the bottom deck, holding his pistol in a white-knuckled fist.

Pierce, Captain Barnes wants you.” Sam earned a huff and a disheveled man approaching from the dark shadows of the decks below. “Now!


Is there something you need, Captain?” Alexander rolled his eyes.

Ah! Pierce! Just the man I needed, I need you to clean this mess up,” Bucky commented, his dramatic gesture towards the dark trail dripping with sarcasm.

As Alexander grabbed the mop and bucket from the side of the ship, he began to mop what he thought was vomit, but when the stench of iron filled his withering lungs, he wondered why Brock hadn’t come back from…

Where’s Rumlow?” Alexander asked shakily, not full of fear but anger.

If thou looks thou shalt find,” Bucky mumbled matter-of-factly whilst pretending to pick at his nails.

As the elder man followed the crimson trail he found the deceased body of Brock.

What on earth-

Tell me what he was planning.” Scowl, jaw clenching, brows furrowing.

I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Alexander exclaimed, practically shaking in his worn leather boots as Sam held the barrel against his matted grey hair.

Bull-fucking-shit, Pierce, tell me what Brock was doing, what he was planning against Y/N, or even me for all I know, or I promise Sam will put a bullet in that thick skull of yours just like I did to your little partner in crime.” Bucky was full of wrath, but he kept his voice low so he didn’t wake up his crew.

We targeted her because… She’s young a-and pretty and-

“Because you’re both disgusting pigs that objectify women and try to force them to satisfy your needs. Let me enlighten you, on your future journey aboard my ship,” Bucky sauntered closer to the disheveled man in front of him and continued in a low whisper, “now that your little friend has tried my patience and trust and I have had to waste a bullet, you will do as I say until I am done with you, you will not lay a finger on anyone, including myself and Y/N. I’m taking your firearms and weapons, henceforth taking your dignity. Consider yourself a man of the brig, Mr. Pierce.

Sam lowered his pistol and stuffed it into his belt, keeping a watchful eye on Pierce as he continued to clean up the bloody mess on the brown flooring.

I’ve got my eyes on you. Keep on cleanin’, white boy.

~

Who’s going to get rid of the body?” Wanda asked, biting her fingernails.

She had tucked you into bed once she finished cleaning the cut on your throat and the blood from your sweat sodden skin. She had the decency to change you out of your confinements too, the fabrics were chucked into a metal bucket full of hot water so the blood wouldn’t stain. Your limp body had made it hard for Wanda to dress you in a spare blouse, but the hard work had paid off.

I was the one to kill him and I think I should be the one to chuck him overboard. Sam, would you think strapping a pair of boons to his feet would make him sink?

I think it would, Buck.” Sam snorted.

Well then, I’ll be back shortly.

With that, Bucky made his way to the main deck. He never intended to kill anyone, but when someone threatens someone he cares about most dear, his simmering anger turns to an over-boiled rage that cannot be contained. Sometimes he could control it, sometimes he couldn’t. Not this time, anyway. Shooting Brock Rumlow’s brains out was a rational thing to do, seeing as he was holding a very sharp dagger to his lady’s throat.

What he didn’t understand was why. Why? Why did he target you? Was there something Pierce wasn’t confessing? Was it something else?

He would never know now unless Pierce spilled his guts, and that’s why unwanted guilt washed over him like cold water as he steadied the dead body over the edge of the ship.

May the gods have mercy on your soul Brock Rumlow, because I fucking won’t.


As you woke up, you realised it was far from dawn due to the faint white rays of moonlight pouring through the small windows. Through tired, cloudy eyes you looked at your surroundings. You were in yours and Bucky’s shared bedchamber, though he was nowhere in sight. Glancing up at the clock, you noticed the large hand on the eleven and the smaller hand near the twelve.

How long had you been out for?

You looked down your body to find that you were dressed in one of Bucky’s worn blouses, who dressed you? Who cleaned you? Was Brock dead? Was everyone OK?

You had so many questions.

You carefully slipped from beneath the silk sheets of the warm bed and tiptoed towards the cabin.

Bucky?” You called, your vision was still foggy from sleep, and you felt a throbbing sensation on the side of your throat. You peered into a nearby mirror and discovered you had a small gash on the side of your neck from where Brock had fallen behind you, his dagger had obviously caught but you were lucky it was just a small cut and no a full slice across the front.

Y/N? How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.

“I, er, I don’t know really,” You gulped, tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you spoke, “Everything… Everything is just… Lord, I’m sorry Bucky-

Hey- no need for that, my love, none of this- NONE, of this is your fault. You’ve just been the victim of a very fucked up person, this was all HIS doing, not yours, don’t you even dare, for a second, think that you should blame yourself.” Bucky then tugged you to his chest as you let a few tears slip, you felt strong hands rub your back and stroke your hair as you breathed deep breaths.

He said… He said he would have slit my throat, d-drained me and t-then used my body as a toy or s-something,” you hiccuped then, wincing as the scene replayed in your head, “and he said Pierce would be in on it too- and he said something about not risking Blackbeard- my father’s blade again.

Listen, you’re safe now, I… You know what I’ve done to Rumlow, he’s long gone, probably eaten by a shark or stolen by a siren by now. Though, Pierce is being kept in the brig behind bars, away from everyone else.” You furrowed your brows then, but before you could speak Bucky finished his sentence.  “I’ll let you kick his ass soon, maybe shoot him in the foot.” You let out a watery giggle then, sniffling slightly. You saw the devotion in Bucky’s soft eyes then, along with his loving smile.

You realised then, that you loved this man, this big soft soul wrapped in steel skin, with silky brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean tides. You didn’t want to say it so soon- so you just tugged his head down to yours so you could press a tender kiss to his lips. It was a passionate kiss, but there was no tongue, or groans or moans. Sheer bliss and you pulled away only slightly, your lips ghosting over his.

May I ask who took care of me whilst you done whatever you did?

It was Wanda, I-I didn’t know whether you would have wanted I, a male, to touch you whilst unconscious, so I asked Wanda, a female, and your friend, to help you. Seeing as she’s uh… tended to your… womanly needs before-

Hush, James, I know what you mean. Thank you for respecting me.” You press a soft kiss to his lips, inwardly sighing at the warm contact as his hands cupped your jaw. “I’m hungry, but… I think I should get some clothes on first.


What do you think will happen?” Sam asked quietly as he stood behind his love, head resting his head on her shoulder.

I don’t know, Sam, just know, that whatever happens, we’ll find a way out of it, we always do.” Wanda murmured, her hands resting on the ones draped gently across her shoulders, stroking his knuckles softly.

Hey, look up, see that? Shooting star, better make a wish, darlin’.” Sam chuckled, his eyes stuck on the beautiful lass in front of him, she was his wish come true, so he didn’t have to ask for anything more.

I couldn’t wish for anything more than you, Sam.


You had spent the hour with Bucky in the main area of the cabin, you hadn’t exited the large room, therefore, you didn’t have to change. Bucky had kindly gone to the galley and fetched some bread, fruit and wine for you. You both sat by his desk, munching away.

As the clock chimed one, you and Bucky both bid goodnight to Wanda and Sam once they popped their heads through the door to do the same. As you both got comfortable in bed, you shuffled closer to one another, basking in each other's’ warmth and company. You felt Bucky yawn, his hard chest heaving against your cheek, causing you to yawn also.

Yawning is as contagious as the black death, dare I say,” Bucky muttered tiredly, the vibrations of his voice relaxing you. His hands absentmindedly delved underneath the loose fabric of the baggy blouse that adorned your frame. His fingers traced light lines from your waist to your shoulder, slightly edging the blouse further and further up, the sound of even breathing and steady ocean waves lulled you to sleep.


During the early hours of the morning, you were jolted out of your sleep. Bucky had awoken too - having the ability to feel what you’re feeling - he felt the sweat roll down your temple, your erratic breathing and the tears burning in your eyes.

You were on high alert, you felt so panicked and scared. It hadn’t been a whole day and you were already having night terrors, Brock’s disfigured face haunted and tormented the insides of your eyelids, screaming into your dreaming ears, the feeling of cold steel still against your throat and sticky blood coating your skin like thick paint.

Bucky could feel you going into an erratic, panicked state and he shuffled closer to you to try and make you feel his gentle, calming touch. As his calloused hands made contact with yours, you looked at him with wide eyes. It felt like you were drowning, you couldn’t breathe and your head felt too heavy for your body like a siren out of the water.

Shh, Y/N, it’s okay, he’s not here, he can’t touch you anymore, he’s dead, he’s gone, long gone. Breathe with me, darling, breathe nice and deep, there we go,” You shuffled closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into his neck whilst your shoulders heaved with muscle-straining sobs. Bucky’s voice alone eased you to calmness again, and you slumped against him, tired and spent from the panic attack.

I hope God has no mercy on that wretched man because I certainly won’t.” You groaned. You felt your head throb with pain from a number of tears you had shed now and then.

I said the exact same thing, doll, I said the exact same thing. But just remember that I’m here for you, Wanda is here for you, so is Sam. You’re welcome to jump aboard Steve’s ship and talk to him or Peggy as well, they’re basically… only next door.” He finished his words with a firm kiss on your forehead. You snorted a little, rubbing your tired eyes.

You twisted your head to look at the large grandfather clock, it was only three in the morning and you still had time to rest but you were so, so petrified of the pictures flashing behind your eyelids again.

Then the reality of this whole situation combusted inside your chest, the realisation that your father, the most feared pirate in all continents, was probably out roaming the seas looking for you. What if he was angry? You shook the thought from your mind when you realized that you never owed him any explanation; he had tried courting you off with a strange man that was only interested in sex and breeding to keep his bloodline going, he paid barely any attention to you and he shrugged you off most of the time.

Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Steve, Peggy… They were your home now, not Port Royal. Your father could attempt to steal you away from the man you love and take you back to the island but there was a high chance of him being at the pointy end of everyone’s swords.

Most of the crew had taken a liking to you, apart from Pierce and the late Brock Rumlow, obviously, the thought made you shudder again.

Y/N, darling, please rest -” Bucky whispered, his fingers gently ghosting against the skin of your neck. His large hand gently cradled your head as his thumb soothed over your earlobe, making you relax into his touch. You peered down to see the covers tangled between both your legs, putting them on show.

Bucky- you never told me about that scar -” You ran your finger lightly over the thick scar on thigh, the tissue was painted in pinks and whites small tinges of red, the pattern almost resembled that of a map, like it was a guide to his soul. The thought made you smile a little and Bucky’s hand came to rest on yours as you traced the jagged edges of the memory etched upon his skin.

“I was a boy- probably about nine or ten years old, I had knocked over an oil lamp on my father’s ship and where the flame had caught my trousers the oil seeped straight through, I was running around like a lunatic, shouting for my father and the fire didn’t stop,” You peered up at Bucky to see him smiling, as if it was one of his fondest memories. “one jackass decided to pour rum on my leg, yeah, rum. The asshole thought it would extinguish the flames but alas, it did not. By then the mixed chemicals were already singing off my skin and I ended up with a third-degree burn, it was much bigger what it seems now, much bigger, it was so, so painful, as well.” Bucky grimaced as he looked down at the scarring.

Well, Bucky, it definitely isn’t ugly, I assure you that.” You smiled up at him, your fingers still dancing around the seams of his beautiful flaw, and you felt him shiver at the contact. You pressed a light kiss on his jawline, lingering a bit longer than usual.

Are you trying to give me a love bite, Miss L/N?” Bucky teased, his voice low and drawn out as his head tilted sideways, giving you access to the soft and stubble skin of his neck and jaw.

Hmm, maybe, Captain Barnes, though one does not know how to do such a thing.” Your comment didn’t surprise him, but he pulled back to look at you anyway.

Would you like me to show you, angel?” His blue eyes gazed down upon yours as he spoke his words, his tantalizing bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

You were unsure of what was to come, but you nodded your head anyway. You knew Bucky could sense your nervousness, as he pulled your face closer to his and took your lips in a passionate kiss.

“I’m gonna kiss you here,” one short kiss to your jaw, “here,” a lingering kiss to the area underneath your ear, which made you sigh only slightly, “and all round here, angel.

Bucky began to lather your neck with kisses filled with lips teeth and tongue, Bucky worked his mouth over the soft flesh, earning a sharp moan to leave your throat as you felt a wonderful feeling between pain and pleasure envelope your mind. He nibbled softly, his tongue soothing over the spots almost instantly, but you moaned aloud when he blew cool onto the dampened spot, and you subconsciously hiked your thigh upwards and over his strong one.

Bucky shifted and grabbed a hand-mirror from the nightstand and pointed it at you, gently tilting your head. Your jaw went slack when you saw a pinky-purple splotch on the side of your neck, though you didn’t get a chance to react because Bucky had gone back to attacking your neck with more and more kisses.

He bit down a harder on the spot over your jugular as your cloth covered heat made contact with his thigh. Bucky’s large hands left your hips and neck to grasp your bum, making you straddle his thick thigh.

You wanna rock them pretty hips against my thigh, my love? Hmm?” Bucky’s gravelly voice sent shocks right through you. “Let me show you how useful this big ol’ scar can be sweetheart.” His words could be deceived as innocent if spoken in a different manner, but they were so erotic you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

Oh, Bucky, I- how does this feel so g-good?” You dropped your head to his broad shoulder as his hands found your bum, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and spreading your cheeks so you ground down harder onto him and so he could feel almost all of your heat against the sensitive skin of his scarred thigh. He paid no attention to the erection that tented against the large blouse adorning his body, his focus was on you, your body, your facial expressions, and most of all, the feeling of your damp little pussy grinding against him through a barrier of thin cotton.

You felt the pressure on your clothed clit as it dragged against the rough skin of his thigh, the knot in your stomach tightened further and further, making your legs quiver over his and your hips stuttered so badly that Bucky had to guide you himself, pushing you down a little bit harder, making you splutter out a moan.

Bucky’s eyes met yours and he could see that there was no colour left - your pupil had blown so wide he could barely see any of the pretty Y/E/C that usually resided there.

Mhmm, keep rocking your hips my love - the contact of your pussy against me might just send me over the edge alone, God.” He pulled your neck down so he could press his mouth to yours again, your moans and gasps giving him access to explore your lips and tongue with his tongue.

One of his hands drifted over your loose blouse and cupped your breast, squeezing it gently and his thumb grazed over your nipple through the thin fabric.

Are you gonna cum, angel?” You hummed against his mouth, overridden with euphoria and pleasure. Bucky took a moment before using his hand that was on your breast to part your lips, his tongue brushed against yours and he sucked it slightly, making you grind your hips hard into him, resulting in that final tug in the knot of your stomach to release.

Unngh, Bucky- Fuck- Captain-” You groaned loudly, you swore the ship rocked again as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

That’s it, kitten, just ride it out. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Did it feel good, my love?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse from arousal and it made the slick wetness of your heat coat the insides of your thighs.

Mmm, yes, B-Bucky it was… wow.

Do you feel a bit better now? A bit sleepy?” He shifted your legs so they were fully straddling his waist, you felt his hard erection press against your stomach and sighed. Nuzzling into his shoulder, you mumbled in thanks and pressed a lazy open-mouthed kiss on his neck, sucking slightly.

Bucky gasped at your bold movements, feeling your soft plump lips suck at his neck, then your teeth nipping gently and your tongue darting out to sooth the red skin in little strokes.

You raised your head to him, lids heavy with post-pleasure. “Mhmm, I just gave you a love-bite Captain Barnes, and it’s almost as pretty as you.

Your arms hooked around his broad shoulders again, trying to bring yourself closer to him, you kissed him slowly and softly, but your clumsiness got the better of you, making you fall down on top of him, your chest pushing against his firm one as you sat on his waist. With this angle, you felt his hardness completely against you, but you were so tired you hadn’t caught yourself falling asleep on top of him, your wild hair fanning behind you.

Bucky chuckled at your sleeping state, fairly pleased with himself. He had managed to calm you down, make you sleepy again and distracted you so you wouldn’t have any nightmares about the previous night.

Mmm, ahluhyou Buck.


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Big Fucking Mess

Everything is just turning into a big fucking mess for Harry and Y/N. Things were supposed to be complication free, right?

This was requested: Can we have a FWB blurb? plot twist your a virgin and just want a FWB fling with harry and soon you two developed feelings for each other. 

It will also most definitely have a part two up soon-ish (: 

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   Drunk. You were incredibly drunk. The world was spinning but in that nice, floaty way that made you smile at everything. Harry wasn’t too far behind you, his words slurring and his head resting on your shoulder every few minutes or so. 

   The bride and groom had already shared their slow dance together, and now the dance floor was full of people grinding and laughing loudly. You watched as everyone squeezed together onto the small space. Usually, you would be out there bumping and grinding like the rest of your friends, celebrating the brand new bride and groom to the fullest. Tonight, for some reason, you were perfectly, drunkenly content with sitting next to Harry in the large booth that was now abandoned by everyone except for the two of you. 

   You looked over to see him watching the people dancing as well. His green eyes were glazed over, and there was a smile at the corner of his lips. You poked the dimple that was subtly showing and he turned his gaze to you. 

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I wanna live with you
Even when we’re ghosts
‘Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

Zach walked the hill he was familiar with by the amount of times he jogged up here only to change his mind and turn back. It was easier then, when he was young but he still managed to pull through it.

He gripped the tulips in his hands tighter as the headstone came into view and a name became clearer as he got nearer. Bringing all his past nightmares and monsters back but the only difference is that this time he was strong enough to face them.

Hannah Baker

“Hey there, valentine.” Zach mumbled but winced, wondering if that was insensitive. He chuckled anyway hoping Hannah would understand that even now he still hasn’t outgrown his bad habit of speaking before thinking.

“I’m, uh … I heard you liked tulips.” he scratched the back of his neck, looking around the cemetery as he propped the violet tulips on the headstone, wiping off the dust that gathered at the top. “I’m sorry for only visiting today. I was,uh …” He swallowed. “I’m sorry.” Zach touched the dusty headstone and closed his eyes to gather some strength and imagine a curly haired beauty with kind eyes and a warm smile listening to him, wherever she was. “I know sorry doesn’t do shit but I really am. I will forever be sorry. I’m sorry for being an entitled idiot and I’m sorry for not being your friend. I could’ve saved you but I was a moron and decided to be an asshole and … I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Hannah.”

Zach stayed silent after that, not really knowing what to say anymore especially since there was nothing but silence that greeted him. That was the ugliest truth of it all, he could be as sorry as he can be but it still won’t change the fact that Hannah was gone. That was death, nothing poetic or beautiful, it’s just … silence. He opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by the sight of the whole town, the town he once cursed now looked so goddamn peaceful and, dare he might say it, beautiful. It was almost uncanny.

He could almost laugh at how harmless it looked now, how small it seemed to become now that everyone seemed to forgot the demons it kept.

Zach sat beside the headstone, overlooking the town. “Great view, huh.” He mumbled finally feeling the breeze all around him. He gave the headstone another glance and fixed the tulips one more time.“I’m married now.” He said just to have something to say but managed a smile at the thought of you. He leaned back and showed the headstone the gold band on his finger. “You know her, she’s (Y/N), I know, crazy, right? Totally out of my league, by the way.” He chuckled because he may not know Hannah very much but he can almost picture out her amused face. “Who knew someone as perfect as her could still love someone like me.”

Zach played with the grass at his feet, picking on some of them every once in a while, enjoying the silence, when his phone buzzed. It was a text from you reminding him to not be late for the family dinner his mom prepared for the both of you.

“That would be my wife.” He said, still giddy about the fact that you are married now. “I gotta go, I’ll pass by before I leave again.” He said, leaning down to pat the headstone again. “I’ll bring my family next time, my daughter Lilly would want to meet her guardian angel, Aunt Hannah.”

'Cause now it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go

Zach watched as you and your daughter, Lilly Anna Dempsey, played with your 5 month old son, Zyke Austin Dempsey, in the little blanket the maids placed at the shade in your garden.

You were telling your two children a story and even the young Zyke seemed engrossed in listening to your soothing voice, already whipped by his mother even as young as he is. Your story got cut off when you saw Zach looking at you from the front door. You smiled and waved at him making his heart explode from happiness.

Zach once had a dream about having the perfect family when he was young and his life was a mess and it freaked the fuck out of him. Now that he thinks about it he could barely remember anything about that dream but he knows it could’ve never come close to what he is seeing right now.

“Lilly, go fetch your father.”

It was as if everything was in slow motion. The way the morning light hit your eyes making you look unearthly, the glee in his daughter’s smile as she ran towards her father who she already has in the palm of her hands, and the silent breeze that seems to scatter the laughter all around his home; his paradise.

Zach effortlessly picked Lily up and smothered her little face with kisses as soon as she was in his reach. Lily had his straight jet black hair but got everything else from you making Zach thank every god possible. He couldn’t believe you and him brought such an angel to Earth.

“Look, papa,” Lilly said in between her giggles as she tried to show him the flower crown you made for her sitting comfortable in her head.

Zach couldn’t help the smile that was literally tearing his face. “You look beautiful, princess.” He complimented his daughter making her beam with pride.

“Mama made it for me, but she can make one for you too, right mama?” Zach gently placed their daughter in the blanket as he sat beside you giving you a humble peck on the forehead.

“Of course, darling, papa can be pretty too, yeah?”

Lilly nodded enthusiastically, before her attention was caught by her bumbling brother in your arms.

“Are you okay?” You asked Zach and he still wondered how you still couldn’t understand that as long as he was with you everything was perfect.

Words can never express how much he loves you.

He could only shake his head as he kissed your forehead again. He looked at you continuing to appreciate what God has given him. Two beautiful children, the perfect wife, and a home he can live for the rest of his life.

“I’m perfect, angel.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder. “Like literally the only thing that would make today better would be you telling me you’re pregnant with twins.”

“Zachary!” You scolded him, quickly looking at your daughter who was thankfully to pre-occupied with gathering some wild flowers from your small garden.

“Okay, it doesn’t have to be twins.” He negotiated.

Ever since you had Lilly, Zach has been crazy about seeing you pregnant, it was kind of fucking weird but really fucking adorable the way he would just keep checking on the growth of your bump even if the doctor told him over and over again (literally measuring it) that it was still too early or the way his hands will literally not leave your tummy (extra protection he said) when you’re in the same room or when he talks to your bump when he thinks you’re sleeping (“your mommy is really pretty and you’re daddy’s a beast so you got it good lil’ man” “… she’s like really pretty Zyke you don’t even know”).

“Whaaaaat? Come oooon,” he whined, you gave your maid a grateful smile as she took a sleeping Zyke from you which were immediately replaced by Zach’s head. “Pleeease, babe? Pleeease?” Apparently, you already had a third child.

“You have the weirdest kink.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“I didn’t say y—“

“LILLY! You’re getting another brother!”

You could only watch in disbelief as Lilly screamed in celebration, jumping into Zach’s arms as her father twirled her around, their laughter’s echoing around your garden.

Well, you placed your hand on your tummy, so much for a surprise.


ANOTHER SERIES DONE! I always get so sad when I finish my series’ because i’m gonna miss writing it and their personalities lmao anywaaaay thank you to those who loved it I hope I did not disappoint love yaaaa 

The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader

Originally posted by michveo

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre: Angst, mafiaau!

Member: Jongup.

Word Count: 1339.

Description: You knew your father would spend his remaining years in dept and you probably would to. But you didn’t think the son of the family your debt went to would want to marry you on his own will, there had to be something more. It was time for you to see how dangerous he really was.

You followed behind your parents as they walked into the fancy restaurant. This was a place you could never afford to eat, but there seemed to be a first time for everything.

*FLASHBACK*

When you sat down at the table you knew it must have been something about that mafia group your father was in debt to that was worrying your parents. You weren’t too well off in life, but you weren’t poor to the point of starvation either. All you knew was it was because your father was once part of a gang that tried to kill off a mafia, but never succeeded.

You didn’t blame your father for your life and could never bring yourself to hate him, but there was one thing that brought you close to it.

“Y/N you’re going to be getting married” As those words reached your ears you rose an eyebrow at your father who sat across the table from you and he sighed as he leant forward, his hand reached out for yours and you silently gave him your hand to hold. He clasped your hand with both of his and his voice was gentle as he spoke.

“Moon Lee Jong has resigned from his mafia group, his son, he has decided to be a lot nicer to us. So to end this debt quickly, he wants you to marry him” Your father explained and you simply blinked at him. You father was calm, so you remained calm as well, you trusted that your father knew what the right thing to do was.

“I understand father” You answered and he smiled gratefully.

“Thank you, Y/N”

*END OF FLASHBACK*

You sat down next to your father, three men sat across from you and your parents, immediately your eyes were drawn to the one with dark blue hair and tattoo’s peeking out from the collar of his dress shirt.

“And this is your daughter, I haven’t seen her since she was just a child” A strong staring contest was going on between you and the man sitting across from you. And the deep voice talking about you forced you to look away from the tattooed man.

“Yes, this is Y/N, she’s grown into a tremendous young women sir” You listened to the way your father talked to the man sitting across from him, it seemed you were sitting in front of the youngest of the three.

This must be Jongup. He looks mean, unlike how father told me he is.

Jongup’s eyes scanned you, your features were automatically engraved into his memory and he smirked as his hand lifted from the table, effectively shocking you.

“I’m Moon Jongup, nice to meet you Y/N” Everyone on the table looked at the two of you and you reached for his inked hand, bowing your head as you greeted him.

“Nice to meet you Jongup”

“Are you all ready to order?” A waiter cut the interaction short and you placed your hands back on your lap as a silent shaky breath left you.

You prayed he would be nice to your family.

————

You watched the three men interact with your parents. It seemed like a formal friendly dinner, not an arranged meeting to someone your family was in debt to. Lee Jong was being rather kind to you all and you found yourself finding no need to talk as you listened to his conversation with your parents.

“Jongup, why don’t you ask Y/N for that dance you wanted?” Lee Jong turned to Jongup suddenly and the younger male nodded with a curt nod, even he was being nice to your family. He seemed respectful and kind, like an average man sincerely here to marry you, not fill a debt, and you continued to think you had misjudged him as he stood and asked for your hand.

“Would you let me have this dance with you, Y/N?” He asked, a sweet smile crossed his features and he suddenly reminded you of the innocence you and your friends had in school.

“Certainly Jongup” You smiled and put your hand in his as you stood. You walked away from the table and towards an open floor where everyone else in the restaurant was ignoring the few dancing couples that followed the calming music.

“Your parents don’t seem very nervous to hand their daughter to the future leader of the mafia” Jongup commented, he held you close, with one of his hands holding yours and the other on your lower back as he led you to follow the music.

“Well, should they be Jongup? You don’t seem so bad to me” You answered honestly and that brave smirk returned to Jongup’s lips, only it was more cunning.

“I think rather than them being worried, it’s you who should be worried Y/N. You don’t seem to realise how dangerous this marriage will be” It was like he was giving you no option to leave, he pulled you until you were flush against the warmth seeping through his button-up shirt and his grip on your hand tightened just enough to force dominance over you.

“Because you’re mine now, and that comes at a price”

————

“What are you doing here?” This was meant to be the only place where you could pretend you didn’t have any problems, you could just worry about the gossip in your group of friends and your upcoming assignments.

“You need to come with me Y/N” Jongup answered, how did he even get in here? Wasn’t there some sort of rule about anyone besides students and teachers being in the school grounds?

“Who are you?” Hana asked and you looked at Jongup in a way that told him not to answer.

“Just come with me Y/N” Jongup ignored her and you gave him another look.

“I’m not meant to be seeing you until Saturday” You answered and he looked at you dangerously. His hand reached out to you and you looked at it just the same as your friends did, immediately seeing the decorative lines covering it.

“This is not for that matters, this is a different matter. Just come with me before I have to drag you out of the school Y/N” Jongup demanded and you soft palm landed on his, his fingers immediately wrapped around your hand and he pulled you to your feet.

“Bye guys” You waved to your friends and Hyoseong pointed at the man walking away with you.

“I know who that is!” She exclaimed and Hana blinked at her.

“Who is it?”

“That Moon Lee Jong’s son Moon Jongup, what is Y/N doing with him?” She began to wonder and your friends all grew worried.

“Where are you taking me Jongup?” You asked as he stormed through the school grounds with you in toe. He glanced back at you momentarily and found you looking at him with wide eyes.

“Look out” He shoved a male student that you almost ran into and continued walking as the student stumbled, becoming lost for words when he saw who pushed him.

“Just get in the car for now Y/N” Jongup demanded and you found yourself silently doing so. You couldn’t see through the black glass to know who was driving the car. Bit it took off out of sight from your school and Jongup called your attention as he reached into his pocket.

“Y/N” You looked at him to find him shifting to one knee on the floor in front of you. The journey was a smooth one but upon seeing him not in his seat your hands reached out to keep him still.

“What is this?” You asked looking at the small box and Jongup took your hand from his shoulder. The small box was placed in your lap and Jongup took the ring out as he placed it on the rightful finger.

“It’s your engagement ring” He answered, his hands resting on your knees before he looked up at you.

“I have to let people know you belong to someone”


It’s finally here! So like before you say anything, you’ll find out why Y/N is or was so naturally good at using weapons and putting up a fight, so the character never can come off as naturally good at everything so it’s unnatural and horrible for the story.

[PART 2] When you are best friends with Rocky and you two like to do a lot of skinship

Thank you so much for requesting ^^ I might have done this even if no one requested it but I’m glad you did! I hope this is enjoyable and please tell me what you think about it~ ^^

[PART 1] 

i’m sorry i made you wait this long! >< i really wanted to post this earlier but never actually did, I’M SO SORRY SWEETIE 


Words: 1902

Fluff with slight angst i guess, it’s light but it’s there y’all

Requested by anon ♥

Originally posted by asterocky


A pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, making you flinch a little.

“Oh,” Minhyuk let go immediately after you flinched. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay,” you said, trying to keep your voice stable. Your heart was beating fast and you turned back to look at the noodles that were boiling in the pot that was on the stove.

“Looks good,” he beamed, looking at the noodles. “You always make the best noodles _____.”

You glanced at him and smiled a little. “Thanks.”

“Is food ready yet?” Myungjun asked from the living room of the dorm, that was also ASTRO’s dining area due to lack of space and you could see into the kitchen from the living room.

“Just a few minutes,” you told him, stirring the noodles in the pot.

The members took out plates, cutlery, and glasses and took them into the living room. They laid them all on the small table there and came back into the kitchen to get drinks.

“What do you want to drink _____?” Jinwoo asked, holding the fridge’s door open.

You turned to look at him. “Just water tha-“ you stopped mid-sentence when you felt immense pain in your hand. You turned around and pulled your hand away from the hot stove with a frown. “Ouch,” you hissed at the pain and moved to the sink straight away.

“Are you okay?” Jinwoo asked immediately, hurrying over to you. You opened the faucet and held your hand under the cold water. “Were you badly burnt?” he asked, standing next to you while looking at your hand.

“I don’t know,” you felt your hand shake a little under the icy water. “But it did hurt a lot.”

“What’s going on?” Minhyuk came into the kitchen and was confused when he saw you two standing side by side at the sink.

“_____ burnt herself,” Jinwoo told him, making Minhyuk hurry over at the speed of light.

“What? What happened?” he asked and you felt him put his hand on your back gently.

Normally you wouldn’t have noticed small things like that. Now you did, however. You had been paying attention to the amount of skinship Minhyuk did with you for a few weeks already. Before that, you had never thought much about it but the thought of him maybe having feelings for you made you see the skinship in a new light. Now the skinship felt weird and it made your heart flutter so much that you felt like you would pass out.  

“Should we go to the hospital?” Dongmin asked after all the members had gathered in the kitchen.

“It’s not that bad,” you said. “It’s just a small one. I know how to treat it.”

“But-“

“I’m fine, really,” you cut Bin off. “It doesn’t look bad and it’ll be fine if I keep a clean bandage over it or something.”

The members were worried but didn’t want to force you to go to the hospital, so you just stayed in the dorm and ate the noodles that were now a little overcooked.


There was a knock on the door. “_____?” Minhyuk’s voice called your name and he opened the door a little to peek in.

“Hmm?” you hummed, sitting on his bed. “What is it?” you asked and put your phone down.

“Are you really okay?” he asked and came in, closing the door behind him. He came to sit down next to you.

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Does it hurt?” he asked and grabbed your hand gently, making sure he wouldn’t touch the burn.

“It does,” you admitted. “But I’ve had worse pain so this doesn’t feel too bad. I’ll be okay.”

He leaned closer and rested his forehead on your shoulder, leaning on you. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said quietly.

You felt your heart beat fast and you were getting nervous. He noticed you fidgeting a little.

“What’s wrong?” he straightened up and looked at you.

“Nothing,” you lied with a small smile.

“You suck at lying,” he gave you a look. “Besides, you have been avoiding my touch for the past week or so which is totally not normal for you.”

“It’s nothing, really,” you didn’t want to have this conversation with him.

“We are best friends, we should be able to tell everything to each other, right?”

“It’s nothing, please Minhyuk,” you looked at him. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Did…” he paused for a bit as if he was afraid to ask what he was about to ask.

“What?”

“Did something happen?” he looked worried.

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“Did someone… do something to you?” he asked, looking more and more worried.

“No!” you shook your head immediately. “No, no, no. Nothing like that happened. I’m fine, everything is okay.”

He looked at you for a bit. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t worry about me,” you said.

“I can’t just not worry about you,” he argued.

“Please, just forget about it.”

“Why are you so uncomfortable around me these days?” he asked.

“Minhyuk I don’t want to talk about it,” you hoped he would just drop it.

“Why? Did I do something? Are you dating someone?” he blurted out without even thinking.

“No, you didn’t do anything and I’m not dating,” you sighed. “I just simply don’t want to talk about it.”

“I really don’t understand you,” he said. “You used to like hanging out with me.”

“Please, just shut up,” you were getting annoyed.

“Excuse me?”

“Just shut up!” you exploded. “I don’t want to talk with you about this!”

He was dumbfounded by the sudden change in your behavior. You buried your face in your hands and let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll let you cool down for a bit,” he left the room without looking back.


You walked into the living room where the members were after being in the room for some time, trying to clear your thoughts. You didn’t see Minhyuk.

“Where did Minhyuk go?” you asked them.

“He left to go practice,” Bin said.

“Oh…” you looked at the clock, which said 4:56 pm. “It’s his day off, though… Do you think he would mind me dropping by?”

“Of course he wouldn’t,” they replied.

You left the dorm and walked to the practice room that was quite close to the dorm. You got in using the password the boys had given you. After you got in, you walked to the end of the hallway and opened the practice room’s door a little. Minhyuk was sitting against the mirrored wall, his face buried in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees.

You stepped in and closed the door behind you. He lifted his face. “You came?” he asked.

You just nodded and walked over to him. After hesitating for a bit, you sat down right next to him and leaned on him like he usually did to you. He stayed silent.

“I’m sorry for saying those things back at the dorm,” you apologized with a quiet voice. “I felt uncomfortable talking about why I haven’t been… myself around you lately.”

He didn’t say anything and just stared at his hands.

“I’ve been thinking. About all the skinship between us two.”

You straightened up and turned a little to face him. He turned his head to look at you. You took a breath before leaning closer to him and pecking his lips quickly. It took him completely off-guard and he stared at you, surprised after you pulled away. You looked away, feeling shy.

“Lately I’ve…. I’ve been thinking, maybe there’s something behind all the skinship. Like… feelings?”

He looked at you quietly, still surprised by your kiss.

“That’s why I’ve been acting weirdly lately. The skinship started feeling very different after I had the thought “maybe he likes me”.”

There was a silence. “But I mean, if you don’t like me, it’s okay, I’d rather be friends with someone I like than break ties with someone who doesn’t like me back,” you said.

“I do like you,” he said. “A lot.”

You turned your head. “As a friend?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I really do like you.”

Again, a silence. You just looked at each other, unsure how to react. You felt happy so a smile appeared on your lips.

“That’s great,” you whispered.

He chuckled a little. “You seem relieved.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Do you know how scared I was? I kept thinking ‘what if he rejects me and our friendship is over?’ and that really freaked me out.”

“You value our friendship that much?” he asked, tilting his head a little.

“Don’t you?”

He smiled widely. “Of course I do. You’re my best friend. I would never let you go.”

“So… are we a couple now?” you asked hesitantly.

He hummed, thinking about it. “If you don’t mind keeping it a secret from others.”

“How about the other members?”

“Oh, please,” he let out a laugh. “They’ve been suspecting us since day one. I think we should tell them but it’s probably not going to make much of a difference.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so.”

He smiled, looking at you. Then he leaned on you and placed his head on your shoulder.

“I’m really glad you came to hang out with us today.”

“Me too,” you said and looked at your hand. “I just wish this hadn’t happened,” you lifted your hand a little. “Do you think it’s going to leave a scar?”

“I don’t really know much about burns but even if it does scar, I don’t care. I’ll love you anyway.”

“Ugh,” you nudged him playfully. “I know we just confessed our feelings and all but please keep your cheesiness to yourself.”

“No way,” he laughed and nudged you back. “Cheesy comments are the best when shared with someone.”

“Then find someone else to say them to,” you said. “I really hate things like that,” you tried to get up but he clung onto you. “Yah, let go.”

“Never,” he smiled and eventually you two fell over to the floor, both laughing.

You sat up, still laughing. “Hey,” he said and you turned your head to look at him. He was very close to your face when you turned your head which surprised you a bit. You closed your eyes, expecting a kiss.

“No more kissing please!” a voice made Minhyuk pull away from you before he could kiss you. You both looked at the doorway where Sanha was standing, the rest of the members behind him.

“What are you doing here?” Minhyuk asked, a little annoyed.

“That’s not important,” Sanha left the question unanswered. “What’s important here is that I was right all along! You two are dating!”

“We became a couple like five minutes ago Sanha,” Minhyuk pointed out.

“That doesn’t change anything!” he said, his voice cracking, which made you chuckle since you found it cute.

“Congrats!” Dongmin congratulated you two behind Sanha.

The others entered the room and you started talking about things and joking around like you usually did and it didn’t take long before the room was filled with laughter. The only thing that was different from a few weeks ago was that this time, instead of a friend, the one sitting next to you was your boyfriend.

Soulmate!Jihoon

Originally posted by amillionwon

  • a/n: anon requested a soulmate Jihoon with some ridiculousness added into it
  • Soulmate au where you will occasionally do or say what your soulmate does or say
  • Jihoon assumes he must have murdered a whole village in his past life to be cursed with this
  • “WHAT THE FUCK” is his everyday sentence
  • Just wants to finish his English paper but he can’t really do it when his fingers are moving around the keyboard typing what he thinks is fanfiction
  • “goddammit”
  • After about five minutes he gets his control of his hands again and has to erase the full blown fanfic that is displayed on his screen
  • Was playing a shooter game with the guys when all of a sudden he stood up and started running and all the guys are laughing because they have never seen Jihoon run in his entire life
  • One time you were sobbing because you hadn’t slept in 24 hours and someone drank all the milk and Jihoon did not have a fun time
  • Jihoon is blubbering (but he’s not crying) his voice is coming all choppy and whining and Jeonghan is videotaping Jihoon screaming about how sad he was that someone drank all the milk
  • The boys have so much dirt on Jihoon to be honest
  • And Jihoon doesn’t really do anything embarrassing to be affecting you
  • but Jihoon sleeps a lot, which means you often fall asleep on the bus or in class (which you don’t mind at all) but it’s not entertaining when you’re falling asleep at work
  • once in class screamed “GET THE FUCK OUT SEUNGCHEOL”
  • you got scolded by the teacher after class about how inappropriate that was and that blaming it on your soulmate is not a legitimate reason
  • for some reason, Jihoon can’t fathom why you trip a lot and why does he have to experience the trip along with you
  • literally is walking in an empty hallway before he tumbles to the ground screaming “Fuck”
  • one night, a night that made Jihoon’s heart flutter, he couldn’t sleep at all and he didn’t know if you couldn’t sleep either or if his restlessness was keeping you awake,
  • but suddenly a small humming tune spilled from his lips, he quietly hummed the sweet tune and in just a few minutes, the tune disassembles from his mouth and he slips into a slumber with a smile on his lips
  • once petted Soonyoung’s head while cooing about how cute of a puppy he was (obviously he’s assuming you’re petting a dog)
  • luckily it was only soonyoung there and he threatened the poor boy that if he told anyone what happened, he’ll make sure he never lives
  • has to be careful when he drinks something because you like to be spontaneous with your actions and the last time he spilled hot coffee on himself
  • basically carries his whole closet with him because of you
  • Jihoon will sometimes use his soulmate as a scapegoat to be mean to the other members
  • *slaps Seungcheol*
  • “sorry that was my soulmate”
  • *moves the chair so Soonyoung falls when he tries to sit down*
  • “it was my soulmate”
  • “No one cares Wonwoo. Sorry that was my soulmate again”
  • “YOU LITERALLY SAID MY NAME JIHOON STOP LYING”
  • Jihoon finds you
  • He finds you because he wants to censor you and your flamboyant actions from ruining another one of his sweaters
  • Remember how you wrote fanfic while he was trying to write his English paper, well Jihoon thanks the lord for google doc’s change history because he’s able to go back and replace all those words he previously deleted
  • Searches by the paragraph to find you
  • Finds your tumblr
  • Accidentally spends 100 years stalking your tumblr (SOMEONE AT MY NEW JOB DID THIS TO ME BUT WITH FACEBOOK ASDSDKJFH)
  • Also finds your other social media
  • stalks you once again on all of them
  • “dude Jihoon that’s just creepy”
  • Doesn’t care though because wow are you really his soulmate, you’re wayyy out of his league to be his soulmate is what he thinks
  • Gets scared because initially he was just going to outright say “I’m your soulmate” but after seeing your face and everything you post, he’s all nervous now
  • Creates a tumblr and befriends you
  • You only know him as @ woozi and that he likes and reblogs everything you do
  • But then Jihoon gets really addicted to Tumblr and starts reblogging his own things and then you follow him and start reblogging his stuff because damn he reblogs aesthetically pleasing stuff
  • Flashback to that late night when he couldn’t sleep and was humming that tune, well he decided to compose a little melody with that tune and you FLIP OUT when he posted it on his tumblr
  • “WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT TUNE”
  • When jihoon first got that message he didn’t really know how to respond so he just says it straight
  • “I’m actually your soulmate”
  • Before Jihoon knows it, he’s screaming and jumping everywhere (curtesy of you on the other end)
  • You two finally decide to meet at a nearby café, and although you don’t know what he looks like, he knows what you look like already
  • The moment he steps into that café, and his eyes land on you drinking coffee, a smile tugs on his lips because wow were you more beautiful in person, when you look up and meet his eyes, it just kind of clicks
  • When you two are together, everything just feels like it’s fallen into the right place for Jihoon, your crazy actions and words he doesn’t mind any more
  • When he’s with you, everything just fits, all movements and words fit together so perfectly, it’s like the reason for burst of actions/words beforehand was because he needed his other half
  • Together, random actions/words seem to cease
  • The more comfortable part of the relationship took a while to develop since Jihoon is more shy and introverted
  • But once he hits that point, boy is he savage as fuck
  • “I hit soonyoung today, I told him it was because of you”
  • “What the fuck Jihoon”
  • “He was annoying me, I also may have accidentally spilled coffee on some of the guys”
  • “LEE JIHOON”
  • The first time he said ‘I love you’ he didn’t really say it to your face
  • you were sitting at home watching television when suddenly you just start talking
  • “I don’t know, it’s hard to explain what I feel with her. I like her. I want to be with her a lot. She makes me happy.”
  • There’s a pause which you can only assume is the other person talking.
  • “Love her?” You can actually feel the hesitation in his voice, “Yeah. I guess I do love her”
  • Your heart really swells at that statement and you can’t help but smile the entire day until he walks into your apartment
  • And you know how stubborn he can be, and how he would never admit it to your face
  • When he gives you a weird look, asking why you look soo happy
  • You just rest your head onto his shoulder
  • “I guess I do love you too”
  • Jihoon is bright red now and he’s cursing the lords for having you hear that but at the same time, he’s kind of relieved you found out that way because he was secretly afraid his lack of affection would take a toll on you
  • Soulmate Jihoon, despite catching you into your fanfictions early, loves you even though he doesn’t admit it a lot. His small affections of holding your hand, and forehead kisses make up for everything. And the fact that you take all the rap for his wrongdoings towards his member, makes him know that you indeed are his soulmate.